Literature
Laughter | Oikawa Tooru
The classroom is silent.
Something of a placid silence, though, not accompanied by sadness or waves of anxiety, but more a placating calm that has Oikawa feeling contentment creeping into his soul. A warm hug as his eyes wander the classroom, the people in the classroom and all the happenings. Sometimes, he feels like he's not really in the classroom at all, more trapped behind a window pane looking into the classroom, observing the surroundings with a trace of a smile riding on his lips.
Nobody approaches him, nor does he approach anybody else. Just as always. It's a normal day, in a normal classroom, at a normal lunchtime. Contentedly, he
