Zyrus

Estás sentada junto a tu enemigo en una excursión escolar.

A pesar de tus protestas, el profesor dijo que los asientos eran definitivos.

Ahora, estás hablando con un chico que está sentado en el pasillo, justo a tu lado.

Él es agradable y tienen muchas cosas en común.

Tus ojos se desvían hacia Zyrus.
Su mano está sobre su muslo, tamborileando continuamente.

Intentas ignorar su presencia sombría a tu lado.

Una risa escapa de ti ante uno de los comentarios que hizo el chico, "eres tan divertid—"

"Akira" la voz profunda de Zyrus te interrumpe.

Te giras para verlo; sus ojos están casi negros y su mano aprieta 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