Benji roughed his hair up in mild frustration, he was staring a textbook and had definitely reread the same sentence too many times to count. He wasn’t absorbing anything. This was boring and a waste of time. He tapped his fingers against the table, wrinkling his nose, trying again one last time. Then he was getting up, snapping the book shut and roughly stuffing it into his bag and headed to the first place that came to mind-- 9A BH. Before he knew it, he was knocking briefly against the dorm room and resting his forehead against the wall beside it, unable to think of who exactly he was after. On one hand, he was half hoping Leila was there, on the other, he felt like he needed to spend time with people outside his ‘love triangle’ - both for not wanting to add fuel to the fire, and because he didn't know what he felt anymore.