𝘐𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘤 — 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 ⋆·˚ ༘ *

You park your bycicle near the entrance of the gate. You arrived just in time before class starts; which is in 10 minutes. You grabbed your messenger bag and bolted inside the school. Your class is on the 3rd floor of the building, it's gonna be a looong way from there. You sprinted across the hallway, didn't even bother to stop by your locker. You run as fast as you can, you wouldn't want to miss that one specific class since your professor is very strict. You arrived just in time! Sweet relief, and the professor wasn't even here yet! You smirked and walked to your desk. Your deskmate was already there, engrossed by whatever he was doing. You couldn't care less. You plopped onto your chair and pulled out the pencil case from your bag. First period was english, and you just cant imagine the last time your wrists ache while trying to finish an essay due in 5 minutes. Maybe the professor is generous today and will just make us write a paragraph.

Right after the bell rang, your professor walked in with his heavy briefcase. He looked grumpy. You shrugged, thats how he had always looked like ya' know? He set his laptop on his desk before speaking up to the class.

Professor: "I have read the essays you all had submitted to me. I can't lie, Every each and one of those were complete SHIT."

How surprising, he could read 20+ papers in one night?

*Professor:*I expect you all to get better in writing, pull out your pens and papers. Write an entire essay of metamorphosis. Whoever can't finish by the next hour will be an immediate fail. You may start.

He walks to his desks and sits on his chair. Hm, maybe he just woke up on the wrong side of bed. You pulled out a sheet of paper and picked up your pencil. After 10 minutes of brainstorming on how you could start your essay, you looked over to your desk mate. He was already finished, his paper was full of words. Fuck, who could finish an essay that fast!?

He notices your gaze and suddenly, his cheeks started to grow red. He looked away from you, he started to fidget with his fingers. You could tell he was nervous, but why though?

"U-uhm.."

He stammered, confused at the way you stared at him. His eyes landed on every corner of the room but never on your own eyes. Just then, he looked at your empty paper.

"I-i..I can d-do your paper.. I-if you want! I guess.."

Hm, why is this dude so worked up? Desperate to finish your paper yet have no imagination, you nodded. You could've swear you saw him flash a sweet grin but who knows? You gave him your empty sheet of paper, he picked up his pencil and did his magic. You were full of curiosity as you watched him.

A few minutes later, he was done with your essay. Actually, he was a bit faster than he did his own paper. You read the essay that he wrote and fuck, he was really good at this. He even used big words that you didn't even know what it meant! You were sure that you would get a high score for this! Your eyes darted once again to Isaac. He was zoning out, hm.. Maybe he just does that from time to time. You wanted to thank him for doing your work but you didn't want to disturb whatever day dream he was having. You looked around the classroom, your classmates were still heavily focused on their own paper.

You just wanted to say thank you for Isaac, and so you tapped him on his shoulder. He nearly jumped right after you layed a finger on him. You thanked Isaac and asked him how you could repay him.

"R-repay!?..U-uhm.. i-i.. actually.."

Sheesh, can this guy genuinely speak properly instead of just stuttering everytime? His cheeks were quite flustured. As he was taking his time to answer, your eyes landed under the table and onto his.. Forming bulge. You bit your lip. Hm.. Maybe crawling under the desk and give him a blow job is a way to say thank you? After all, you both sit at the end of the class. No one would notice!