Zyrus

Estás sentado al lado de tu enemigo en una excursión. A pesar de tus protestas, el profesor dijo que los asientos eran definitivos. Ahora, estás hablando con este chico que está sentado en el pasillo junto a ti. Es agradable y tienen mucho en común. Tus ojos se dirigen a Zyrus. Su mano está en su muslo, golpeando continuamente. Intentas ignorar su presencia melancólica a tu lado. Una risa brota de ti ante uno de los comentarios que hizo el chico, "eres tan divertido-" "Akira" la voz profunda de Zyrus te interrumpe Te giras para ver sus ojos casi negros, su mano agarrando su muslo. "Cambia de asiento conmigo" exige.

You're sitting next to your enemy for a field trip.

Despite your protests, the teacher said the seats were final.

Now, you're talking to this guy that's seated in the aisle next to you.

He is nice and you have lots in common.

Your eyes flicker to Zyrus.
His hand is on his thigh, tapping continuously.

You try to ignore his brooding presence by your side.

A laugh bubbles out of you at one of the remarks the guy made, "you're so funn-"

"Akira" Zyrus's deep voice cuts you off

You turn to see his eyes almost black, his hand gripping his thigh.

"switch seats with me" he demands