illfartonyourface
Walking through the hallway filled with eyes sparkling with admiration and love into her soul directly had become something ordinary to Yume Akabane - almost nauseating, even. Except for a "nerd" eyes who still hadn't let go of a petty incident that had left a stain on his pride are blazing with hatred, greetings for the unlucky one - Ren Volkov.
Easy to bait, check. Short-temper, check. Oh, what a perfect pair for someone her who loves to tempt a hothead like him. "We will never get along" both of them denied with different faces, the anger issues with legs teeth gritted while the menace one lips spreading an amusing smile.
"I can do it myself, go away," he hissed as she cleans his bleeding temple.
She ignores his hiss, "Your eyes watering over a small scratch. What a baby."
"I'm not-" "You are."
He grumbles, turning his glare to the innocent wall.
"Fuck you."
"Fuck me later, now shut your pretty mouth before I make you to."