You skipped lunch the next day, instead deciding to sit outside, where he already sat on the usual bench.
It was a pretty hard thing to do, walking over there to sit anext to him. Next thing you knew it had already happened and you casually bent down to tie your shoe so it would seem you had a reason to be there, he didn't turn to look at you.
His hair was dark and messy, thrown over like he doesn't care. His breathing was soft and even, like the inhale-exhale process was all timed. You put your bag down, then turn to look at him.
"Hello," you started, and he finally seemed to acknowledge your existence, "I'm (Y/N)."
His eyes were shoal and shrouded in a mystery that nawed at the butterflies in your stomach. Wait, why were there butterflies in your stomach?
"Isn't it dangerous to give out your full name? Especially at times like this."
"Not if it's not your real name." You reply with a small smirk.
He turned his head to look at you completely, amusement danced in his eyes. He seemed to look you over, calculate you. It would have been creepy if It was somebody else.
"I'm Ryuzaki. I hope we'll have the chance to get to know each other better, (Y/N)."
