You were reading a new novel a friend lent you, sitting at your place by the window, when a shadow covered your figure and an assumptive voice called your name.
Raising your head, your [eye color] orbs met a red and a gold one.
You immediately avoided his gaze and tried to focus on his other features.
“What is it, Akashi-kun?” Your voice came out louder than you wanted, but it didn’t seem to bother him since his lips arched in a smile.
“I need you to help me with some papers.”
You arched an eyebrow, sincerely concerned. “And why is that? I’m not part of the Student Council.” Your harsh words didn’t make him flinch.
“The other members are busy, and so am I.”
He handed a pile of papers and you took them instinctively.
“Why do I have to do it?”
He sighed and turned his body away. “Because your grades in Japanese are the best after mine, and I want a work well don