My leg twitched uncontrollably under the desk, balancing on the ball of my hind-paw. I stared at my notebook diligently, thinking deeply to find a subject to draw. My pencil remained almost perfectly still, resting eraser-down on the paper. I looked up from my concentration, scanning the area around me for something. Sitting in the desk to the right was my best friend, Alex. a relatively tall, slightly pudgey lynx/snow leopard cross with bright mahogany eyes and silky brown hair that dangled down her back. She was wearing acid wash jeans, and a white shirt with green, pink, and blue pastel designs splattered over it. Her neck was wrapped in a soft, white and gray scarf that hung down to her bellybutton. To the left was an empty desk and my belongings scattered across the top of it. Posters decorated the walls on every inch of the room. Literature… French… English… nothing I cared much about; although something did catch my eye: a tall, friendly-looking kitsune sitting on the opposite side of the room I'd never payed much attention to before. He was a cerulean blue from head to toe, but a dark navy color spread across his ears, arms, and legs with a violet tail dip and long curly hair with bangs that fell over his face. I couldn't see much of his underbelly, because shirts were required at the institute, but from what I could see leading down from his muzzle it was a light ice blue. He was wearing a pair of nicely-fitting jeans and a slack, thin, white hoodie with an oversized hood dangling from the back.

I watched him for a while, studying his movements and habits. He was working hard on a picture, pausing momentarily to visualize the picture every few minutes, but then returned to work. I dropped my pencil and let my paw rest on the desk, clacking with the noise of my tapping claws while I observed. Alex had wanted to ask me a question apparently, because the next thing I felt was her heavy tail knocking me in the back, hard enough to knock me forward in my seat..

"Hey, Cheez-it!"
I looked at her, startled. "Huh..?"
"What are you doing, I was talking to you."
"Oh-um… Just… looking for something to draw."

"Haha no, I saw you looking at him."
"Who exactly is the 'him' you're referring to?"
"Him." She pointed over at the kitsune. "You were out of it hah."

I blushed for a second. "Uh, no, I was, um…"

"Sureee~"

I stared at her annoyingly for a second, but quickly returned to my paper, instead of drawing though, I sat for the next 12 minutes daydreaming. Maybe this kitsune and I could be friends… I wonder what he likes to do… does he like to race? Basketball? What was he drawing? I wonder if he'll show me… maybe if I ask politely… I liked that hoodie of his… maybe once we're friends he'll let me wear it if I ask… I wonder if he hates questions… I better not ask him too much… he might get annoyed and snap at me… I hope not… I wonder if I-

I was interrupted by the bell, class was out.