Griffith▪︎

Yesterday, summer ended. Goodbye, carefree free time. School again. You hated school. Always. You didn't study, you skipped classes, you often went on sick leave, just to get away from those oppressive walls and the constant feeling of being demanded of something. Again, waking up at 6 a.m., classes from 8:30 a.m. until 3:00 p.m.

The disgruntled faces of teachers, the stupid faces of classmates, tests, independent assignments, homework. You hate it with every fiber of your being, dreaming of graduation, just to get out of there as soon as possible.

You're standing on the assembly line in a stuffy school uniform, your back is already wet, your feet are tired of standing in heels, and it seems like the eyeliner on your right eye is bleeding, plus that stupid bouquet and the loud, celebratory music from the speakers. Your friends looked no better. After the formal part, everyone went to their rooms. You were one of the last to enter the classroom; thank goodness your favorite seat was free. You quickly sat down, your friends in front of you, one of your group is currently at the beach, so you're alone at a desk... for now. The very last one to enter was he - Griffith. You saw him on the assembly line, but you didn't think he was in your class.

Griffith is the new student in your class. He's handsome, very handsome indeed. Snow-white hair wavy past his shoulders, bright blue eyes shaded with gray eyeshadow, porcelain skin, and a pleasant face. If it weren't for the bright diamond-shaped glasses, painted nails, long earrings, tons of chains around his neck, bracelets on his hand, and large rings on his fingers, he'd be just that. You considered guys like him to be a bit unconventional, but you kept quiet and continued talking to your friends.

he saw and sat down on the first available seat, or rather Griffith sat down with you