I have to go (one on one)

He kept messing with his jacket sleeves "I-I dont…want to be a b-burden…"

She shook her head quickly "No, you won't be a burden, trust me."She looked at the ground and shook her head again slowly.

He messed with his sleeve so much it started falling apart "Oh no…" He said almost inaudible

"It's fine, I can fix it. But lets get to class." She said, looking Asher in he eyes.

He slowly nods not looking at her directly

She grabbed his hand again and walked towards the building, humming softly.

He felt pain in his wrist but tried to hide it

Fleur held the door open for Asher, smiling encouragingly at him.

"Thanks…" he said as he slowly walked into the school

"No problem," Fleur said happily, walking down to the art classroom.

Asher followed quietly. He was surprised Fleur even talked to him

She smiled and opened the art room door, waving to the teacher.

She waved back and as Asher walked in her smile became a frown
"great to see you too…"

Fleur rolled her eyes and grinned, sitting on the floor in the back of class.

Asher sat in his corner of the classroom Playing with a hoodie string instead of his sleeve. Doing this seemed to comfort him somehow.

She put her head in her hands and sighed, watching the teacher and tapping her fingers on the floor lightly.

He looked up at Fleur then blushed and quickly looked down

Fleur glanced over at him and blushed lightly, scooting a few inches closer to him and hoping he didn't notice.

He was too into thought. He had too many things rushing through his head

(K, i'm going to bed, gn!)
She scooted closer again and smiled.

(night)
he noticed her this time, but didn't do anything

She watched the teacher for a little while, listening to the lesson and humming slightly.

Asher still looked down messing with his hoodie string.He a complete mess

Fleur sighed and leaned over to Asher "Class is boring today." She whispered.

He looked up "U-um….yeah…" He whispered back

"We can probably skip the rest of class." She whispered again, grinning happily.

"B-but…My dad…." He curled up in on himself

"Your dad is a jerk," Fleur whispered, "Let's go, I'll beat him up if he bothers us."

"Please don't…" He said quietly

"Too bad, if he messes with you, he's getting beat up." She whispered fiercely, standing up and walking out of the classroom.