I can't believe I'm being forced to walk him to class. I don't want to see him. Part of me is buzzing at the thought of seeing him though. I tried to ignore it, but the closer we got to his room, the harder it got to push aside.
Time seemed to slow down once we reached, what I assume, is Azai's bedroom door. Ozzy reached his fist up, and knocked on the door. I held my breath as I waited.
The door opened so slowly. Is everything moving in slow motion?
"Good morning Ozzy, I hope you slept we-" Azai's smile fell when his eyes fell to me. "O-Olive." His cheeks turned pink.
Ugh, he's blushing. It's cute. How gross.
"Uh, g-good morning to both of you. D-Did you sleep well?" He asked us.
The moment I saw him my entire body relaxed. His presence has already calmed me. It feels like I hav
