There was something about having a secret boyfriend that made lectures much more tiring. Hakuba still took notes, sure, and he studied hard, but he couldn’t stop glancing over at the boy across the room, wondering if he was just as distracted as he was. He realized it was kind of a silly question, though, since Kaito always seemed distracted, or at the very least, always seemed bored. Like a jack russell terrier, if the prankster didn’t burn off some energy several times a day, nothing — not even the furniture — was safe. 

Conversely, Hakuba was usually much more calm. Usually. As it was, stretching his legs out under the desk and switching the language in which he took notes was doing very little for his own levels of boredom, and his thoughts drifted here, there, and everywhere else but the classroom. 

The moment it was lunchtime, the detective was out of his desk and walking over to Kaito with long, confident strides. Fellow classmates wondered, watching — was there going to be another accusation today? The two had been so antagonistic toward each other. When was Hakuba going to let it go? Several flinched, even, when the detective dropped both palms against other teen’s desk, leaning over with a wide, challenging smirk before dropping his voice to a whisper. “Let’s get out of here.”