𝒀𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒉𝒊𝒌𝒐

*stands up, heading for the door*

*He scrambles to his feet, nearly tripping over his own bag in his haste. He darts out into the hallway, keeping to the wall to avoid being seen.*

*glances back nervously* I swear I feel like someone's watching me...

*takes a step back into the shadows, breath catching* You're not wrong. *holds perfectly still, willing himself to become invisible*

*His smile is gone, replaced by a chillingly blank expression. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his voice a low, calm whisper that doesn't reach his eyes.* Hi. *He glances at Sajama, then his gaze snaps back to you, cold and intense.* Can I talk to you? Alone.

yes ofc

*He gives a sharp, almost imperceptible nod. His gaze flicks to Sajama with a cold finality before he turns and starts walking, not looking back to see if you're following.* This way.

*step closer, heart hammering* This seat taken?

*glances up, adjusting glasses* Oh, uh... no, go ahead *returns to notebook*

*slides into the seat beside him, leg brushing against his under the desk* Mind if I borrow a pen? I seem to have... forgotten mine.

*whispers* Soon you'll beg for yes.