Ámame azúcar

¿Es esto la muerte?

The title translates into "Is this death?"

akrasia (noun)                                                                                                                          a lack of self control

btw, BOLD = STEFAN, and, ITALICS = BENJI'S INTERNAL MISERY

Benji wanted to die. The level of embarrassment he was feeling was too much for him. Stefan had tried to teach him, but Benji was absolutely clueless as to what Stefan was saying since it's been over a year since he properly paid any attention in any class.

"Is it just me or do you seriously not get anything from what I've been teaching for the past 2 hours?" Stefan asked. The humor in his voice was as plain as day. Benji went bright red.

"he's mocking me for not knowing anything about chemistry" Benji whined internally.

Benji was brought out of his thoughts when he heard a book slam closed.

"It's obvious we need to start from the beginning for you, and there's no point in covering the basics right now, so.. tell me more about you, Benji" Stefan announced. The way he said Benji's name made him feel like jumping off a bridge.

Stefan was just too much for Benji to handle. He was funny and polite and smooth and he flirted with him so innocently, as if he didn't realize he was making Benji feel like butterflies- no- a whole entire zoo full of animals -were messing up his insides. And he stared. Stefan stared at him like Benji was the only damn person on the planet and it was making him feel tingly all over.

"Is this love? am I in love with this boy?"

"I... I like red." Benji mumbled

"I know" Stefan replied knowingly. Benji's cheeks grew red once more. It was like the poor guy could never catch a break, Stefan was always making him blush.

"Ho- how do you know that?" Benji asked dumbly. For a second, Stefan looked like he was panicking, but then he put on a calm facade and raised a perfect eyebrow as if saying "REALLY?"

Benji looked down at what he was wearing. A red hoodie, black jeans, red converse, a red bracelet, his phone case was red and his backpack was also red. He blushed harder. It was so obvious.

"I like to read Agatha Christie"

"I know. You were reading a book of hers before I came in here. I'm not blind. It's still on the table love."

"I like listening to music"

"I can see multiple pairs of headphones in your backpack. There are also some AirPods in your ear. Right now.."

"I like chocolate. Dark chocolate."

"I saw you trash the wrapper barely minutes ago"

"I don't like school"

"Hmm... I know. If you did, maybe you wouldn't need tutoring in multiple subjects"

"I like cooking"

"You've been staring at the fast-food center outside for the past hour"

"I like the TV show FLASH"

"You're wearing a hoodie with his logo on it"

"I prefer androids to apple"