𝓐𝓝𝓨𝓦𝓐𝓨 +ᶤᵏᵉᵃᵏᵘᵐᵃ

Chapter 6

3rd person

A loud scream was heard in the room, it actually was a wonder how it didn't wake up the sleeping and sick black haired.

Startled, Ike turned his head to look at where the high pitched noise came from. There stood another boy who looked even more frightened than Ike himself, who was actually the victim.

"Who the hell are you?" The boy with the grey hair squeaked while jumping back a bit, trying to create more space between himself and Ike, as if the sight of the hobby novelist scared him that much.

"Shh Vox is sleeping!" Ike scolded trying to whisper. If the frightened boy in front of Ike would have screamed a bit more, then he probably would wake up Vox soon. So his first priority being Vox, Ike didn't answer the strangers question.

"Yeah dude, I know he's sleeping. Who are you?!" The male shouted and at the same time whispered, standing close to the door, a hand placed on the handle ready to get out of the room again.

"Calm down, man. I'm Ike. Ike Eveland." The male with the glasses explained tranquilly, slowly standing up from Vox' bed where he was previously sitting on.

"Oh? Wait- that does make sense." The stranger thought out loud, putting a hand on his chin, thinking deeply like a detective trying to figure out his mysterious case, then he continued: "Vox' description does fit you. Man I heard enough about you already."

"I assume you're Mysta?" Ike asked, pushing up his glasses, almost immediately the other male shot him a confused look. "How would you know?" The taller one asked and moved to step closer to Ike.

"You literally have access to the room, so you're Vox' roommate. It's simple." The smaller actually had a hard time trying to keep his composure. For Ike it felt like Mysta was a diffrent kind of breed.

"Oh" Mysta mouthed as he broke out into laughter. Loud laughter in particular. Laughter which annoyed Ike because Mysta still wasn't listening to him and he was on his best way to wake Vox up.

With that, the smaller stepped forward, rather harshly shutting Mysta's mouth by placing his hand on it. "I told you to tune it down. But some people as it seem can't comprehend words alone." The boy with the blue hair tips almost growled which didn't particularly achieve the effect he originally wanted.
Instead of Mysta being intimated by him, the boy with the grey hair smiled, one could even hear his muffled giggles.

Sensing that I would be still no use, Ike let the taller go who just kept giggling, now actually listening to what Ike said and speaking quieter. Maybe it worked.

Mysta couldn't help but commenting stuff like "Know I know what Vox likes about you" or "Did I just NTR Vox?!" Let's say Ike rolled his eyes more than once.

"So anyway... I did here what you should've done as his roommate: taken care of him." The hobby novelist spat with crossed arms, one finger pointing at the sleeping male.