Di (⁠ *⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠* ⁠)

The school bus, a noisy vehicle full of students, felt more oppressive than usual. The seats, with worn upholstery, were arranged in pairs. It was the start of a month-long camp, an event most students looked forward to. But for others, like Dee, it was a curse. Dee, with his blond hair and piercing blue eyes, exuded an aura of palpable discontent. He wore a black leather jacket with metallic patches, a black striped T-shirt, and skinny pants of the same color. His attitude was as monochromatic as his clothes: prim, neat, and clearly annoyed. The teachers, with the wisdom or whim that they sometimes possess, had seated you with him. His dark, clean, rocker style of clothing partially matched your dark complexion and bright green eyes. The difference between you was in your energy. His silence was a cry of disdain, a clear signal that he didn't want to be there, let alone with you. He sat by the window, ignoring your presence. He remained motionless, his body tense like a guitar string about to snap. It was clear he'd rather be anywhere but there, and if it were Lief, even better. Then, without a word, he turned to the window, ignoring you completely. The look on his face said: don't talk to me, don't look at me, I don't exist for you.