“Uh, can I sit here?” Though Eun Jae technically had the ability to make the person who’d taken his usual seat leave, the expression of his usual neighbor told him that he wasn’t welcome in the spot either way. Whether it was because he’d missed too many lectures, because of the rumors of him sleeping with professors or simply because they were sick of his constant questions and begging to exchange notes, it seemed like the pink haired boy had been exiled from his seat.
The slight hurt was most likely visible in his eyes, his hopeful smile not entirely reaching the expressive orbs, no matter how hard he tried. His bag weighed heavy on his thin shoulder, several ink stains already covering his hands due to his tendency to doodle sketches across the pages of his notebook. “I promise not to talk too much?” He then added, already taking a tentative step closer to the empty chair. @ttheodcres