@dryceyed
Ivory teeth worry his lower lip as he closes the book he had been buried face-first into for the last few hours, lavender eyes closing as he tries to recollect the chapter he just finished. As much as he didn’t mind learning about the history of Pro Heroics, it seemed more daunting than it usually would have. His English homework can wait for now, however, because YŪGA is beginning to feel his hunger return in stabbing pains.
Exhaustion makes him yearn for the comfort of satin sheets and his down comforter, but he knows he won’t be able to rest on an empty stomach-- or at least, that it was more detrimental to his health than was waiting a little longer so that he could have some time to eat.
He doesn’t anticipate his deadpanned, usually grumpy homeroom teacher as he rounds the corner at the end of his dormitory’s hall, not quite sure what he walked into for a few moments. Cold, pale hands sprawl curiously as he pushes himself away to see who he needed to apologize to, though the minute he realizes its his teacher, he gives him a hasty bow.
“Sensei!“ YŪGA addresses, smiling anxiously.
“I’m s-sorry! I should have looked where I was going... Let me get out of your way--“














