Her soft brown hair. Her long fingers. Her oh-so-squash-a-ble cheeks. Everything about the girl a few seats infront made Yoona's heart feel like it was being stabbed by an armed monkey.

Yoona twirled the pencil through her fingers, the teachers voice fading into the distance.

Something was off about the angel who had caught Yoona's eye. Usually the girl would be sitting up straight, eyes glued to the board as her pen flew across her notebook. However, her back was bent, her head lay a top of her notebook with her eyes closed. It was unexpected from the class wiz, or nerd how the Yoona's classmates put it. 

As the bell rang and students slowly leaked out of the room, Yoona found herself mentally slapping her cheeks. 

"Grow some metaphorical balls, Yoona!" She hissed before clenching her hand into a fist. The angel still slept, pushing Yoona to the edge of no return. 

Hesitantly, Yoona made her way to the sleeping girls desk, careful not to make a sound. Slipping into the desk next to her heart stabber, she slowly lifted her hand to poke the girls arm. 

"Y-yah. Class is over." Yoona stuttered. It hurt, it hurt to look at her.

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Thank you to Kerero Graphic Shop for making the poster!