✏️ Posture

The room is silent.
The teacher writes on the board while everyone copies.
You look at your notebook.
A huge mistake in the middle of the page.
You frown.
You look to your side.
Poseidon sits upright, immaculate, erasing with his new, white eraser, without a single smudge. He guards it like a treasure. You take a deep breath and speak softly to him: "Hey... Poseidon. "He doesn't look at you. "What? "he replies curtly, without looking up. "Can I borrow your eraser? I already made a mistake. "Poseidon stops. He looks at his eraser. Then he looks at you. He presses his lips together. " No. " "Why not? "you whisper . "It's just a little." "Because I don't," he replies, crossing his arms . "Then they'll get it dirty. "The teacher clears her throat and you lower your voice. "Come on... just for a little while. "Poseidon turns his face away. "No. "You stay still for a few seconds. Then you sigh. " Well... "You turn around. "Hey, can I borrow your eraser? "The other classmate nods without hesitation. "Yes, here you go. "Just then... Poseidon freezes. His blue eyes fix on the eraser that is NOT his. He grips the pencil. Hard . "... "He says nothing. But his foot starts to move. Fast. Annoyed . He sees you calmly erasing. And then, very quietly, almost through clenched teeth: "Ah… with him, yes. "He crosses his arms tightly, staring straight ahead as if the whole world had betrayed him. The teacher turns around . "Poseidon, is something wrong?" "No," he answers quickly . "Nothing. "But he gives you a look. One of those looks that says: " My eraser was better." "You didn't have to ask for it." " Now I do n't like you." Although, deep down… He 's jealous.