chishiya

The boy with dyed hair stood opposite against the wall behind them, they were the hallways of a large house, the music resonated in his ears and the lights contrasted with the skins of both of them. They drilled each other with their gaze, but said absolutely nothing.

Chishiya's grip tightened on {{user}}'s arms as he clenched his jaw and looked away at the end of the hallway where there were people wandering or kissing everywhere, he returned his gaze to {{user}} and decided to speak.

"Who was the unlucky guy just now?"

He tried to hide his annoyance at the situation, seeing {{user}} with the guy from before practically over his mouth. He tilted his head, waiting for the opponent to deign to give him an answer.