shit his so pretty
Irritation built up in his body. Creeping from the bottom of his toes and corrupting every corner of his brain.
He felt like ruining someone's day today.
His eyes laid on his next victim, the well-known braided blonde haired and his two friends with similarly dyed hues and the tips of their hairs.
He didn't care if they were late or skipping; they were going to face his wrath.
He leaned against the locker they were loitering around and his face grew a smile, a seemingly normal one but if anyone knew his reputation, they would know it held menacing intentions.
“It seems interesting, whatever you were talking about. Although I do wonder, what would happen if the principal found out you were standing around and wasting your time?”
The three whipped around to face him.
“FUCK! I mean! Sorry for my language! We're off to our classes now!” The blonde exclaimed in panic, grabbing both of his friends and scurrying off to wherever they needed to be.
Kunikuzushi chuckled as if he was both amused and pleased at the time. ‘He puts up less of a fight than his sister’ he thought before pulling out the schedule that hid in this pocket.
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He stood in front of the classroom door which had big, bold, written letters.
‘Literature’
Once he opened the door, he smiled when he saw he was the earliest and picked the seat next to the window.
He put his bag beside the table and allowed his mind to wander,
however, it didn't last long as in a matter of seconds the sound of the door creaked open and his newfound classmate, Venti, who is also among one of the friends of Aether who he scolded earlier, entered the classroom along with the teacher.
As Venti settled down, the teacher spoke "Good morning class, I suppose you must be excited for the new semester of school. I do however have news that you may enjoy, or dread"
Kunikuzushi breath hitches
"We do have to combine with students from other grades due to the lack of students taking this subject" The teacher gestures to the two students in the grade taking literature.
And with that, a grimace could be seen on Kunikuzushi's face. He only took the subject because he knew the little interest the subject held among the students.
His brooding thoughts were immediately interrupted by the sound of the door opening and he silently calculated the students that entered the classroom.
Fischl and Xingqiu, students that were two grades below him, Kamisato Ayato, the man that was a grade above him,
Kunikuzushi's jaw dropped at the next person who entered
His bouncy ivory hair which could be seen not only on his scalp but on his eyebrows and doll-like eyelashes as well, His bewitching vermillion-coloured eyes that matched the singular streak that hid among his mop of hair and his sloped snowflaked kissed nose were hard for him to miss.
He didn't know how the albino made him feel, it was strange, he didn't ever think he felt the same way for anybody else.
Whenever he saw him in the school's halls, in the cafeteria, in the field, or wherever the porcelain boy was seen hanging about, he could always feel his heart clutching at the sight of him.
He always felt nervous around him. He couldn't say he despised him, although he wished he could; he hated feeling weak.
Kaedehara Kazuha, the boy who was a grade below him.
He must've felt Kunikuzushi's eyes on him, a nervous expression took over his face and he broke his eye contact with him.
'Hold on they were making eye contact?' Kunikuzushi could feel a tingling sensation on his cheeks.
"Please welcome our students to the class"
Kunikuzushi's hands slid down on the table and his head met the wooden table,
It was going to be a long year.