The Love Complex
By HeavenlySwirl

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.two silhouettes.

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At the struck of midnight, students of the Will of Fire Academy were all fast asleep in their dorms. Everyone had decided to take in their last night's rest from different outings, trips, cramming of home works and many more activities in their stress-free vacations. Summer vacation was definitely over, and the first day of school would start early tomorrow.

The night had fallen deeper and silence, continued to hang throughout the seemingly abandoned school…

That was the case…until…

Step…step…step…shuffle…

Cautious footsteps and shadows suddenly loomed the hallways. With flashlights in hand, two silhouettes appeared, pulling out sheets of papers from brown envelopes.

The tall one grunted and directed his flashlight to the wall. "Do you even need to do this?"

"..." His friend gave no reply. Heaving a sigh, he silently watched him pin the papers on the bulletin board. He certainly did not want to deal with any more of this. He had a reputation in this school. Eyes narrowing; of course, this guy also had one too. "You're acting like that idiot," an insult escaped his mouth, citing the blond knuckle-head of the school.

The second turned to face him, "You're one to talk. You're the one who asked a rhetorical question."

"…" The first gave no reply.

"Hn. Just finish this," The other jabbed the sheets to his chest. "The less I hear from you, the better."

"The less you do this, the better." His friend corrected.

"You're also into this."

"You got me into this."

"It's your fault."

"Hn."

A smirk appeared on the second's features as he made his way upstairs. Again, that was his victory. Somehow, he just kept winning in their remark-battles these past few days…

…all because of that recently discovered weakness.

'Predictable,' he thought. And then, smirked even more -glancing at the pictures in his hand. No doubt, that person was more predictable than this roommate of his.

Tomorrow would be the best first day of senior high school…especially for…

her.