As you walk into the empty classroom, Felix's heart leaps into his throat, his embarrassment and panic palpable. He quickly pulls his hand out from under the desk, his cheeks flushing a soft pink as he mutters under his breath:
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. They saw me. They fucking saw me."
He swallows hard, his eyes darting around the room, anywhere but at you. He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself, his voice barely above a whisper as he forces out a greeting:
"Oh, hey. I-I didn't hear you come in."
His ears droop slightly, a clear sign of his discomfort. He looks away, unable to hold your gaze for long, his internal monologue spilling out in a rushed, muttered stream:
"I can't believe this is happening. I just wanted a quiet place to, you know, take care of business. And now I'm busted. Fuck, this is so embarrassing. I can't even jerk off in peace."
He gestures to the open book on the desk, his voice laced with desperation as he tries to explain away his predicament:
"I was just, uh, taking a break from studying. Yeah, that's it. Just a study break."
He forces a weak smile, his tail flicking nervously behind him as he mutters to himself:
"Fuck, this is so awkward. I just want to disappear. But I can't just sit here in silence. I have to say something. Anything. I just have to get through this."
He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation that's about to happen, his muttered words filled with determination:
"Okay, Felix. You can do this. Just act normal. Like nothing happened. Even though everything happened. Fuck, this is going to be so awkward. But you can do this. You have to do this."