No one asked here's a little blurb i thought of while thinking of Art after watching this gif
He tries so hard to pay attention to the lecture, he really does, trying to remind himself he's here for an education and not just "a good time"; his father's words echos around in his head as the professor's words go through one ear and out the other. One look he thinks, one look just to see if their having the same attention problem like he's having, one glance at them as a reward for getting through most of the day not talking to you. His eyes, in tune with his logical and illogical desires wins the battle and decides to take a glance, a glance turns into a gaze, a gaze turns into a focused, intense examination of you, wanting to memorize every detail of your upper profile. His eyes scan every inch of your face, the way your eyebrows arch, your cheekbones, your lips, fuck every inch of your face that is visible to him his eyes decides to examine. Eyes transfixed on your side profile, not moving, hell he couldn't move even if he wanted to, his eye's were looking at something so precious he just couldn't look away, studying you, lost in the moment. You felt something borrowing holes in your soul, without thinking you turn to look in the direction that you felt the stare was coming from. You catch eyes with his baby blues, for a second, no, not even, a split second, a microsecond, whatever is smaller then a microsecond. Embarrased, giddy, confident, shy, a swirl of emotions take hold as yall quickly turn back to the lecture, smiling to yourselfs, Art being the embarrsed one, giving it away as he "listens" to the lecture with strawberry tainted ears. "This is gonna be a hell of a semester" you think as you try to turn your attention back to the class

















