Chapter 11

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(Second POV)

A few months later as I have gotten used to life away from the lab, I have made a few friends and have gotten closer to you again. Whenever your around I get this...weird feeling. I don't know how to describe it but most would say I get butterflys.

Your every move and touch sends a wave of excitement through me, it just makes me so happy and I don't know why. When I see you with other people it feels as if my chest gets tighter, I get..jealous? I have no idea why.

One day in class we're working on a essay, we're allowed partners. Mr aizawa is asleep in his sleeping bag behind his desk. You're my partner for the project. You sit at your desk with your legs propped up, a deep low groan resignates from your chest. It draws my eyes to you, I look at your bored features, your broad and muscular shoulders, I bite the inside of my cheek.

"So, kacchan, what should the essay be about? Mr aizawa said it can be about anything." I say, scooting my chair over to your desk and I sit down. Your eyes shift and glance at me. You tilt your head back as a smirk appears on your lips.

"I dunno zuzu, you pick" You say in a deep and husky voice. Those five words alone send a shiver down my spine. I just nod and get my phone out. You take your legs off your desk and lean close, looking over my shoulder at my phone. I feel your breath on my neck and heat radiating on my back. My eyes flutter for a moment before I compose my self and start looking up good ideas for the essay.

Around thirty minutes later we agree on a topic and begin writing, you sit considerably close to me as we work. Your arm brushing mine every so often sending a chill down my spine, in a good way.

After school ends I clean up the papers and notebooks. I shove them into my backpack and stand up.

"Hey zuzu, wait for me." You say in a deep harmonic voice. I nod, feeling my face get a little hot. I sling my bag over my shoulder and wait for you to get your things together.

(This only took me 15 minutes......)

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