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I really should stop doodling on my notebook.

The voice of the teacher drones out as I become bored, and the only thing keeping me awake is by lamelessly moving the ballpen against the paper, considering it as a drawing.

I stare at what I scribbled.

Little swirly swirls, squiggly waggles, a few lyrics I found poetic, cute little hearts here and there, more undescribable squiggles, failed drawings of characters that I know from my childhood, and more lyrics that I remember.

But there was one doodle that stood out.

Joochan.

The name was written in bold letters in the most decent font I could ever pull off. It was surrounded by a cloud and stars that shoot out from the back of the name outwards.

I sneak a peek at the said name, sitting diagonally infront of me on my left.

As expected, he isn't looking at my direction.

Did I honestly think he would?

I sigh as a deep and heavy feeling spread inside me, closing the notebook.

I really should stop staring before he actually notices me.

I break my gaze when the teacher finally says goodbye and ends the class. My classmates start to stand up to pack up their things and get out of the classroom when I still sit there, still holding my notebook filled with doodles.