Nothing Holds Him Back.

First class.

"I would like an essay in four weeks on the philosophical reasons on why humans think the way they do. Why do they think? Why do humans wonder about stars? Why are we always fighting? And why must the world be as it is?" Professor Kimjae topped it off with the last question. The class erupted in murmurs and deliberately groaned.

"..why do we think?"

"What type of questions are those?"

"The stars are shiny. Is that it?"

"Uh..quite difficult to answer."

"Anyone know this? The world…"

Catching the brief bits of conversations, you twirled your pencil around...Why is that so hard to answer? There are obviously millions of reasons. You started to write your first line.

Humans are known for their -

You crossed it out. It sounded..wrong. Putting your pencil down on the desk, you couldn't help but notice Kevin lying back in his seat, arms behind his head. You peered around him, there were a dozen or so more girls ogling him. Idiots. Why waste their time on someone like him. His eyes landed on you but you glanced away. Class ended in a couple of minutes. This essay can wait.

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The rest of the classes you had past by oddly quick. Well, there's no pain in time passing by is there? The only peculiar thing was that in your last class, Kevin had been watching you from the side in intervals or so you thought. You shuddered. There was something that had glinted in his eyes dangerously like a knife pirouetting towards the target. Shaking your head from that image which flashed constantly in your eyes, you headed inside your dorm. Seems like – Stopping short, you saw the bob of a head sticking out under Kevin's bed. You hoped he wouldn't notice you coming in but he had already thrown off his covers.

"In already?" He dropped himself into your baggy chair.

"In so early?" You replied back indifferently.

"Heh, you're one for sarcasm." Turning his head out to the window, you saw how he looked almost touchingly vulnerable. The light bounced off his face, giving him a slight glow. You stood just watching him, remembering how you had first seen him with that good looking glow around himself.

No reply from you. "Hmph, I'd like to see how this place turns out. All those boring professors and facilitators." He turned his face to you. Caught in the grip of his eyes, you broke contact with his eyes by turning away this time instead.

"Yeah." Astonished over how soft your voice sounded then, you spoke before he could. "We have a curfew here right?" Watching him from the corners of your eyes, you saw something flicker in his face but disappeared the instant you changed the subject.

"Not that it matters to me." Kevin was up on his feet before you had even blinked. "Those stupid policies and principles, they don't apply to me." His face was pushed dangerously close to yours as if to make you clearly interpret what he had just said.

"Maybe. You don't ever worry over anything then do you? Rules are thrown out, class is a bore, and it looks like you don't even do your assignments." Your eyes flew to his small desk with blank, blinding, white paper standing out;his eyes followed yours just for a second and locked back onto you.

"I see. You're awfully interested in me from how you know that much." You hadn't realized how creepishly stalker-like you appeared from what you had just revealed. Waving it off, your eyes clicked with his.

"Not that it matters to you."

Silence.

"No. Not that it does."