Haru is a pretty boy
Small scenario that I think I wrote for his birthday
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Under the rays of sunshine, his eyes seemed to shine even more, lazily focused on the board ahead. His skin glowed, and it was still a mystery how since he spent so much time surrounded by chlorine.
A beautiful hand with long, elegant fingers held his face and kept him from falling asleep on top of his notebook.
Maybe it was the temperature rising up since summer was coming, or maybe she was starting to catch a cold because of the weather change, but her face definitely felt warmer than usual.
It seems mother nature was paying attention, because a sudden gust of wind came through the window and hit her directly in the face, refreshing, blowing all kinds of papers and notebooks all over the classroom. But she simply couldn't care less about her pencils all scattered throughout her desk. She could only look at his now disheveled, beautiful hair and his concerned expression as he helped his friend pick up some papers.
God, how is everything about him so perfect?
As if things couldn't get any better, apparently the wind hadn't been enough for him. Leaning back on the chair, he untied slightly his tie, and undid the first buttons of his shirt, exposing more of that gorgeous, glowing skin.
The little concentration on the lesson she could have had was now completely gone. Instead, everything she could pay attention to now was his broad chest, sculped by years of swimming.
She only admired him from the other side of the classroom for the rest of the lesson, the last of the day, and made up scenarios in her head about how could she talk to him.
The bell rang, and everyone around her started picking up their stuff and leave the classroom. She also was gathering her things, still stealing glances from time to time, and when the moment to leave was there, she looked back one more time, only to find him staring at her. He offered the smallest of smiles.
And that's everything she needed.
Bewitched by this unknown spell his body radiated, she walked straight to him, still without knowing what to say. She stood in front of him and his friend.
And she left running, leaving the most confused of looks on his face. His friend only laughed his heart out.
After that awkward moment, speaking to him before or after class became normal, and she realized just how much better it is to admire him from up close. With each passing day, she also learned that there was more of him to admire than his perfect looks.
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