Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
"Would you stop that?"
The blonde, practically drumming on his desk, would snap his face to meet that of the boy sitting in front of him, his best friend.
"Geez, we're supposed to be taking the test, you idiot," he'd whisper hastily, attempting to turn his attention back to his test paper. Although that was pretty difficult considering that that tapping had started up again.
"God, Shizu stop tha-"
"He's looking at me again, Shinra."
Oh lord, not this again.
Every time. Every time, Shizuo and that cursed brunette made eye contact it ended up in the destruction of some school property, large object, or one of Shinra's personal possessions. He wasn't one to complain- too much- about it, but his father could only afford so many new laptops. He swore though, if another traffic sign almost hit him, he going to dissect Shizuo. Painfully and slowly.
It was a bit too late too attempt to stop the fight though, while the bespectacled boy was pondering his options the slender black haired antagonist would take the liberty of sending a cocky, leering, grin Shizuo's way. Which successfully succeeded in sending the boy off the deep end, as Izaya had predicted. He had not predicted, however, that Shizuo's desk was actually large enough to clip his shoulder when he dodged it.