As the bell rings for lunch, Isagi finally decides to wake up, his eyes droopy, and body drowsy.
Assuming the rest of the class has left, he decides to make himself comfortable at his seat for a bit longer.
The teenager moves to rub his already sore eyes, when a strong, but slim hand stops him.
"Don't rub your eyes. It's not good for you." A deep, velvety voice echoed throughout the empty classroom.
Isagi jumps like a kitten, startled by the sudden movement and speech. He thought the classroom was empty- the silence that had emitted through the room was enough so.
Isagi slowly began to lift his head up, as if he were a child getting scolded. In front of him was a tall man with luscious white locks, and dim golden eyes.
As his sight was still bleary, Isagi disobeyed the white-haired figure's command, and reached to rub his eyes again so he could see clearly. A small 'tsk' was heard from the other side of the room.
When Isagi could finally see what was happening, another person was already in front of him, grabbing his chin.
This man had turquoise eyes, and shockingly long under eyelashes. His hair was a ethereal shade of emerald green, and his expression was cold.
Isagi blinks, utterly confused by the scene in front of him.
The green-haired man tuts. "Your eyes are all red and puffy now, lukewarm. You should have listened to Seishirou."
Lukewarm?
Who did this guy think he was?
Isagi's brows furrowed, he'd never been called lukewarm before, that's absolute.
He internally smirked, lukewarm was such a basic insult anyway. Isagi would get back at him later.
Who's Seishirou?
Isagi's conscience tugs at him.
"That's me." The white-haired guy from earlier states.
Did I say that out loud? I swear I didn't.
"You did, lukewarm. At least you aren't as half-baked as Karasu, that narcissist." The emerald boy replies.
Isagi's face flushes to a shade of carmine; embarrassment overcoming him.
The white-haired man, Seishirou, chuckles at Isagi's current state.
Isagi pouts, annoyed at his antics, and goes to grab his bag so he can leave these two meanies alone.
Except, when he tries to move his face, he's pulled back by lean and long fingers.
It's the green-haired guy again. Lukewarm brat.
"Rin." He states, "Not a lukewarm brat."
Isagi is internally fuming at Rin at the very moment. The eunoia radiating off of him depicted pure malice.
Rin chuckled, Isagi looked like an angry chihuahua.