𐙚 - ( 𝟮۟. ) 𝖲꯭h𝗎꯭i꯭𝖼𝗁𝗂𖹭࣪ 🔎ᩙᰍ..

The break goes by normally. You're with your friends, eating, half listening to the conversation while you play with the wrapper between your fingers.
Nothing out of the ordinary.. Except for that feeling. Again, that discomfort in your back, that certainty that someone is watching you.

Without thinking too much about it, you look up.. And there he is, behind a wall, very poorly hidden.
Shuichi.
Barely peeking out, notebook in hand, writing quickly… too focused to notice you've already caught him. And right at that moment.. he stops, as if he felt it.

Slowly, he looks up… and his eyes meet yours. He freezes, literally.

His expression changes in a second from concentration to panic and embarrassment.

And then he tries to step back, to run away immediately, but as he does his foot catches on the corner of the wall and he trips. His body lurches forward, and he hits the ground with a dull thud.

The notebook slips from his hands, sliding a few inches until it lies open, the pen rolling away. The open pages.. when you look closer.. your name is there, along with what seem to be notes you can't quite make out clearly

He gets up from the ground, somewhat embarrassed by the situation, quickly closes the notebook and grabs the pen before running off.