im staring at you whist you some some maths problems. I live the way your tongue pokes out your mouth when you concentrate, the way your glasses are lopsided on your little button nose and how your hair is all messy, it’s just so…cute. I’m so mesmerised by you, I don’t notice you staring back at me, frowning, until you say my name and I snap out of it huh. I look away quickly um…how’s the math going? I ask, awkwardly.
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