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It wasn’t typical for Saiki to “talk” this much. It really wasn’t typical for Saiki to talk at all, either by telepathy or his vocal chords. But Aiura had asked for help with her assignment, and, being a decent boyfriend, Saiki agreed to help.
But as she sat, struggling to listen or understand his instructions, his lips, pursed with concentration, were too distracting. As she gazed at him from across the table, the urge to interrupt him was overwhelming.
“You should worry less about kissing and more about your grades,” he chided.
Oh right, he can read my mind. Oops.