karma pressed his elbows further down onto the wooden desk, not caring for the ruffling of his white button down. carvings of your initials littered the surface, small enough not to be detected, but large enough he could seek them out whenever he wished. dragging his finger tips over the engraved letters, lingering over the hasty etchings. his cheeks flushed, heart heavy as he watched you toy with your tie, the black fabric hanging loosely from your neck. the silence burned heat into his eyes. he closed them, he closed them so hard he began seeing iridescent spots where black should’ve been. he was usually such a chatterbox, adding unnecessary, and somewhat rude, commentary to whatever peaked his interest. at the moment, that is. he practically jumped from topic to topic, sometimes not even bothering to finish a thought. he imagined what it must be like to be so close to you, he wouldn’t know. he’d barely talked to you, he almost avoided you, actually. he spoke in an almost ‘rehearsed’ manner, as if he were a character in some sappy, action tv show. everything that came out of his mouth felt practiced to death, and kinda cheesy. but it was.. charming?? you, plainly put, loved, absolutely cherished the way he spoke. his voice, the way he enunciated, the way he phrased his sentences and chose his words. you could watch him eat cereal and still be amazed. fascinated by what he could come up with to entertain you. you loved to learn time and time again that karma akabane had a never ending supply of things to say and points to add. even if, yes, he wouldn’t shut up. he lowered himself down onto the table, shuffling in his seat, pressing his forehead against the scribbled desk. he looked up at you, enamored and positively flustered. noticing you had met his gaze, and were probably already staring at him before this, he slammed his head back down, a noticeable ‘thud’ ensued. you chuckled and turned back around, continuing to work on the worksheet korosensei had passed around. truth be told, he had a difficult time recognizing his feelings for you. did he want your attention only because you wouldn’t give him the time of day? his knees pressed closer together, his pointer finger tapping against his thigh rhythmically as he slowly but surely gathered himself. to be completely honest, he was pretty sure that if you were to place even a finger on him now, he’d turn to putty right in your hands. to be even MORE honest, the only reason he knew this was because, poor thing bless his soul, he’d been fantasizing about it earlier. he hummed as he leaned back against his chair. knuckles white from holding onto the sides of his seat, for fear he might lean back too far and eat sh*t. the bell rang, you gathered your materials and headed towards the door. he scooted up and out of his chair, taking small, hasty steps to meet you halfway. he moved quickly towards the exit, nearly tripping hazama and stumbling over isogai’s stray foot. after having earned himself a string of curses, he turned, mere inches from your face. he imagined what it’d feel like if your lips met right here, right now. if his heart didn’t burst out of his chest before that, anyways. he’d been doing a lot of imagining today he realized. before he could even conjure up maybe a fraction of what he had wanted to say to you, you had slipped past him and were now out the door. maybe imagining was the closest he’d ever get, and for now, that’ll just have to do.
