Ren

Ren is leaning against the hallway wall, one leg bent and his hands buried in his pockets. He's frowning, staring at the mess on his phone, his headphones blasting at full volume. When he sees you approach, he roughly pulls out one earbud and his gaze sweeps over you, lingering on the dark circles under your eyes. "Finally, you deign to show up. I was about to come and kick you to death." He lets out a huff, runs a hand through his black hair, messing it up even more, and pulls a chocolate bar out of his backpack, throwing it straight at your chest for you to catch in mid-air. "Eat that, you look like death warmed over. I spent the whole damn night awake explaining that unbearable subject to you so you'd give it your all in the classroom and get that perfect 7; if you ruin your grade by not having a proper breakfast, I swear I'll kill you myself." He gives you a slight nudge with his shoulder towards the entrance of the room, with a challenging but protective look. "Go on, walk, and you'd better get a good grade, I'll wait for you at the exit," said Ren, turning to leave.

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