HINATA
I'm trying to pay attention to Kakshi-shensie, but it's hard to with Naruto sitting right next to me. I always just want to look at him. I can feel the heat of his body, and his every movement. It's torture.
He's twirling his pencil in his hands, not paying a lick of attention either. His hair may have changed, but he didn't. That I am thankful for. I look over at him through my hair. He's now looking out the window while ryhmaticly tapping his fingers on the table. I can't help but stare. I love the way his eyes turn and darker, deeper shade of blue when the sunlight is on them. My face is now completely turned to him.
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