Kinjo looked at his book. He could read English but it didn't come close to the understanding he had for Japanese symbolature. He rubbed his arm then tensed as he felt eyes on him. He glanced sideways through long butterfly eyelashes. Seeing the guy staring at him and bit his lower lip. Why was he doing that? Did he have something on his face? He went back to looking at the work before him. He already knew this stuff and was soon done with it. He wondered what was going through the guys mind. He did that nights homework along with the next night as well to pass the time. He didn't say anything to the guy who was staring at him. He looked at the male looking at him. Why was he staring at him? The school went to lunch time after the class ended. He looked at him. Then walked from the class being followed by girls. He turned and blinked his beautiful dark eyes at them. Then walked to grab some food. Everyone branching off as he took his tray and sat at an empty table by himself. He pulled out a pair of chopsticks from his kimono pocket. It was hidden and hard to see. He began eating with the chopsticks. Sure he knew how to eat with American silverware but old habits died hard. He blushed when he overheard some girls talking about him. Now why were they doing that? He went back to eating quietly. He was shy and didn't know any of these people. He wasn't sure how to interact with them. His accent alone would make the girls swoon.