𝑺𝑶𝑼𝑲𝑶𝑲𝑼- 𝑾𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 ❥

I Already Don't Like This Guy ❃

"Sorry," came the voice from behind Chuuya, its tone carrying a chilling undertone that sent a shiver down his spine. Turning around, Chuuya found himself face to face with the owner of the voice—a boy with messy brown hair and reddish-brown eyes, their lack of interest evident even from a distance. His tall frame and the peculiar array of bandages adorning his body only added to his enigmatic aura.

"Hmph," Chuuya huffed in annoyance, readjusting his stance as he made his way into the classroom. Opting for a seat two rows away from the window, he couldn't shake off the feeling of discomfort as the brunette took the seat beside him, a grin playing on his lips that sent a shiver down Chuuya's spine.

With the class dismissed, Chuuya wasted no time in gathering his belongings and hurrying out of the classroom, unwilling to spend another moment in the company of the bandage-clad stranger in what he deemed the worst lesson possible. Consulting his timetable, a scowl marred his features as he discovered his next destination—maths.

"Hmph, maths, are you kidding me?" he muttered under his breath, crumpling the timetable before shoving it into his pocket. Consulting the map of the building, he made his way down the hallway, each step a testament to his growing frustration.

Arriving at the door of his next class, Chuuya's annoyance only escalated upon finding the seats already occupied. Rolling his eyes, he took the spare seat nearest to the teacher's desk, sitting next to a boy with fiery red hair who seemed too engrossed in the lesson to notice Chuuya's presence.

As the lesson progressed, Chuuya's attention remained fixed on the teacher—a figure of formal authority with long, yellowish hair and an air of professionalism that belied his occupation. Retrieving his maths book from his bag, Chuuya focused on the task at hand, determined to endure the lesson with as much composure as he could muster.

As the lesson drew to a close, Chuuya couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him—maths had never been his strong suit, and today was no exception. Exiting the classroom, he decided to take advantage of the free time to explore the school grounds, hoping to find some solace in the familiar corridors and bustling hallways.

However, his moment of peace was short-lived as he crossed paths with the familiar brunette once again. Tension crackled in the air as Chuuya's temper flared, his words sharp with anger as he confronted the boy.

"Hey, what do you want?" he spat, his frustration boiling over. But the brunette remained unfazed, his sarcasm evident in his response as he sought nothing more than a simple introduction.

Forced to relent, Chuuya begrudgingly revealed his name before making a swift exit, his mind already racing ahead to his next class—PSHE, if memory served him right.