Today, when you were looking for the room for your first lecture, you had to shake off the feeling of being watched. It seemed feeble-minded but the feeling did not let you go the rest of the morning. The thought of these guys lurking around somewhere while you were getting spooked out of your skin, every time you turned around a corner made you crazy.
But it was strange, was it not?
Guys you barely paid attention to, nor did they notice you ever before, have now been burned into your mind.
It bothered you that you believed, even if their eye colors had not changed, you would still think so desperately about them. You were not used to this kind of attention; supernatural or not. You were so nervous and frantic that your hands could not keep still. You had turned back and forth the entire night. Every time you closed your eyes, they were in front of you. Glowing pairs of eyes that did not want to let you sleep.
The sun hid behind the clouds, so you rather watched the many trees that were planted between the main building and this building. The trees still had the majority of their leaves, which made you happy. You could marvel at the different colors the leaves took on and caught yourself sighing for the third time. Lately, you've barely taken a breather, which now makes you terribly self-aware of how neglecting you were towards yourself.
While you were looking at one of the younger trees whose leaves had a different shape than the others, the black and white hair came back into your view. For a millisecond, you had thought his weird hairstyle was a tree until you shook your head and looked again.
You almost did not dare to breathe, you did not dare inhale, but felt your body momentarily relax as you looked closer.
He seemed to be looking at the wall next to you, which was not all that weird because it contained important information that had been hung up there for help. Some posters were self-made; Students had made them. Others were hardly informative enough to help, but you could not blame him for reading them.
When you were bored and you could not concentrate, you caught yourself reading the same posters. You almost laughed at yourself. You were so sensitive right now that you feared everyone would stare at you for reasons so dark and macabre. You laid your head on your arm and flipped through your notebook. It could not hurt to refresh the memory of last week's topic before the professor arrived. You barely reached the middle of the notebook and then something caught your eye and made you stop in your tracks.
In his left eye, it started first. An orange that bubbled up like hot lava while it took possession. The sympathetic honey and gold were completely suppressed by the intense orange, which now also formed in the right eye.
You blinked; once, twice ... until his eyes glowed and stared down at you. If someone else looked at him, they would hardly notice the change in eye color, he always had sharp eyes that looked as if they knew more than you, but you saw it. You saw the destructive something in them that was hiding there.
The door opened and the spell faded.
Your professor came in again, his bag tight under his arm and an exasperated expression on his face.
"I'm sorry," he said halfheartedly, leaping past you. "I was occupied a little too long." He threw his leather bag on his desk and sighed. Then he leaned against the white teacher's desk, thought for a moment, and then pushed himself off of it with new energy.
"We continue where we left off last week. In the end, you can pick up comprehension tasks if you want them. I don't really care. The exams are coming soon, so it's up to you. "
You turned back to Bokuto as if you were looking for the danger that was in this boy but met a completely different Bokuto. He sat with his body to the professor and put his head in his hands to support it while listening half-heartedly. It seemed like, whatever just happened never actually happened. He sat there, staring to the front as if he had never done anything else. But you had seen it, right? The way he had turned to you? The way his eyes had changed, making sure, you would notice? Had you?
