The momentary distraction of having to multitask understanding both Byron's trees and his fellow biology majors fell easily to the side as Sakura filed the note away with an exhale like a laugh. Without missing a beat, Shino was back into the class, leaning forward slightly as though the knowledge trickling from the front of the room would be more easily absorbed by bringing himself physically closer to the source.
As the class dragged on and he became more and more entrenched in the mire of colour theory and amorphous symbolism (he could have written an essay about trees, if only that had been acceptable, something nice about the evolution of deciduous forests that didn't mean anything because they were trees and trees simply were), he nearly missed the note that once again slipped onto his side of the desk space.
As things began to wind down, it caught his attention, his gaze finally slipping from the tenth page of tiny scribbled notes on why a bare branch represented barrenness apart from the times when it didn't. His eyebrows twitched slightly, again cinching toward the middle of his face in a barely noticeable gesture of confusion at the four words scratched across the piece of paper.
He glanced at his benchmate, then glanced at the window, squinting in confusion for a moment through his glasses before glancing uneasily back at the front of the room. Either he'd missed it or he'd have to ask about it later--it was probably a sign that he needed to get his eyes rechecked, really.
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