forum Overlooked (Closed)

Started February 22, 2020 by @Celeste_X0X0_ group

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Sire shook himself from his thoughts as the girl brought his attention back. He looked to her, watching as she adjusted her hair.
“Sure,” he replied softly. He let off a slight nod again to the girl and began to walk, seeing if she would follow suit. He took one last look at the flowers dotting the floor, giving the smallest bit of a smile. He reached a hand up and gingerly caressed the flower at his ear, making sure to be gentle as to not wrest it from its position.
“What writing?” he asked as he began walking down the hallway, the open courtyard stretching out to their left. It was empty now, the majority of the school indoors. He glanced over at CC, then quickly looked away.
“For a class or recreation?” he continued inquisitively.
He couldn’t help it— he was curious. From what he knew, he had no clue what writing assignment he would have. Well, not that he ever did his homework. He just aced the tests instead, keeping up his grades perfectly.

Her face brightened even more when he gave her the okay to come with him. She usually never skipped, usually afraid of getting in trouble. If she wanted to she could be a real problem child. But with all of her rejection issues, she's turned the opposite way many people would have. You never know what people's gone through and while she was going through what she did, she could have used a friendly face and a smile. A friendlier reminder that there's hope. And she wanted to show that to anyone and everyone nomatter how hurt they were.

She followed him with a bubbly bounce to each step, leaving (leafing) the flowers behind (get it… Because leaves and plants. Aha I'm hilarious. Sorry XD)
"oh, it's not for any class" she laughed, her face blushed a bit. Nobody asked about her writing. "I write stories of my own. I don't have to do them as an assignment. But I still would like to get some more writing in. I've so tired at night's after school I can't squeeze it in anymore" she says with a sad sigh as they turned the corner but she quickly perked back up. "Oh I have so many stories I could think of right now" she says closing her eyes for a second just thinking about it.

(It’s ok, I appreciate it XD)

Sire nodded along to her explanation, the faint smile on his face faded slightly, but still a bit there.
“I’d love to read some sometime,” he replied soothingly, contrasting with the girl’s high-energy demeanor. He walked steadily with both arms clasped behind his back, whereas CC seemed the exact opposide, bouncing beside him.
Sire had to admit, it was a breath of fresh air. Being with someone, that is. Especially someone as friendly and happy as Seo Hyeon.
He looked over as CC closed her eyes, continuing her explaining. She seemed content and in her own world. What Sire wouldn’t give for an imagination like that. Unfortunately, his had been crushed and shoved in a safe a long time ago, locked with a combination even he didn’t know.
Sire’s talents lied at combat and tactics. Those as well as reading. He was oddly a big fan of literature, and was regularly reading.

When he mentioned reading her stories she turned beet red as she looked up at him, stopping at the library's two big wooden doors. "oh, you don't have to. I mean, I'm totally fine with showing you them, but I mean they're pretty long and there's a lot of them and some of them are also really cheesy cliche and I almost all of its sappy or fluffy romance that you probably wouldn't like. But I mean, you totally can I don't mind at all, but I'm just saying you probably wouldn't like them like… At all." she said it all so fast she couldn't really understand herself but it was manageable.
"oh golly gee, sorry. Nobody really wanting read my stories or writing or… Wait that's the same thing" she smiled nervously as she looked away with a laugh before open the door for him, trying to change the subject but doing a terrible job.

Sire dipped his head in gratitude as he passed by her, entering the library.
It was beautiful. To him, at least. Rows and rows of dusty novels and shelves beyond count stretching around the room. Ladders lead multiple stories up, as well as spiral staircases. Multicolored books dotted the shelves, and Sire could clearly pick out the ones he had already read. Which was vaguely this entire library.
He continued walking on, checking back now and then to see if CC was following. He made his way up one of the spiral cases, ending up on the second floor. It was quiet and peaceful, and he took a seat next to a vintage-looking window over a wooden table. He sat on the outer bench, facing outward toward the shelf behind it. He put a finger to his lips, tapping slowly as he looked for a book.
“I read all genres,” he answered. “I’m sure I’d enjoy your writing. Happen to have any books of yours with you?”
With the last question, he turned his head over to the girl, raising an eyebrow. He still had his forefinger on his bottom lip, tapping periodically.

Every time she stepped into this huge wonderland of books, different stories and world's right at her finger tips she was starstuck over and over again. Oh she wished she could read all of them, having all the time in the world with none to waste away doing something productive. Sitting down and reading one book after another then another and another.
Seo Hyeon stopped when he did, the light shining on his skin and hair perfectly, the color of the flower bringing out the brilliance of those gorgeous eyes. His finger tapping his soft lips, she froze. Lost in her own thoughts, letting her imagination run wild and probably to places it shouldn't have but she was a hopeless romantic teenage girl. She was THAT dense.
It was only when he turned to her she snapped out of her fantasy blushing a bit. "oh I have them all on my computer. Ive never published any of them before" she says shyly, readjusting the bags strap on her shoulder before setting it down next to a table right in front of the window, two chairs on either side of it. Fluffy and definitely comfortable she could set when she sank down into it. She turned to her bag, setting her computer out along with a notebook and a few pens. The notebook was filled with ideas and story prompts waiting to be written out. Character designs and small doodles of flowers all over the front office black book with a white gel pen. She would write about her little experiences not as something she experienced and maybe she's in love. Nope, now that was where she was pretty stupid. But smart in her own little way. She viewed things she experienced as stories and how she could use the feeling that she just had when she looked at Sire. Her heart rushing and her rising chest feeling light as she breathed in the sweet library's scent of the old books and a hint of Sires scent. Vanilla and strawberries n cream. That's what Seo Hyeon always smelled like. A few kinds of perfumes shipped to her from Korea for her 16th birthday a while back and she just got to them.
Opening her computer after straightening her skirt, trying her best to be a modest lady, she opened the computer to all of her writing. Filled with romance, drama, adventure, plenty of comedy and a little too much fluff if you'd ask anyone. But she never wrote anything to publish. She wrote to have fun. Definitely not planning on having people read it. But she set it on the table in case he wanted to sit down and read them. Two chairs on each side of the table gave him the choice to sit either beside her or across from her. The morning glow from the window made her hair look almost blonde in the golden light and her eyes a tiny tint of blue. It was hard to notice exotically since she was good at hiding it, but she was blind in one eye. Her blind eye follows he'd other eye naturally due to having sight in it for such a long time so it was no problem making it look like she wasn't. Due to the abuse in her home before her step dad left (aka died. Stabbed to death by her brother :3). In this light you could tell if you looked close enough.

(okay so like, I'm so frikin out if it right now (Im falling asleep) so I'm sorry if the writings bad. I can fix it in the morning if you would like. I don't mind.)

(No, your writing’s great, idk what you’re talking about. I can barely write like that when I’m in to it lol. Also I swear Seo Hyeon is just me but with sci-fi XD)

Sire’s eyes glanced back to the bookshelf as Seo Hyeon took her seat. He rested his elbows on his knees, one of the gauntleted hands holding up his head.
His eyes narrowed as he examined the shelves. He’d read too many of these… there were now only a few he hadn’t. He reached his other hand up, stretching out a finger to trace the spine of a few, reading the title.
Finally, he settled for a novel a light beige color, called “The Happiness Hypothesis,” by Jonathan Haidt. He set it on the table behind him, glancing back over at CC.
Slowly, he unstrapped his gauntlets. He hated to have them on. They pinched his skin, and although they repressed some of the pain, he still hated them. However, in the library, Sire was in his element. He was calm, collected, and almost content. There wasn’t a need for them anymore, so he took the metal bands and set them gently on the table. His forearms were visibly covered in various lengths and thicknesses of scars, but he quickly rolled back down his sleeves, hoping the girl hadn’t seen.
Slowly he rose, walking around to the other side of the table. He put a hand on the back of her chair and leaned forward, maybe a little closer to her than he should have been but he never thought in that sense.

Sire took a deep breath, enjoying the cozy scent of the library mixed with what could only be CC’s perfume perhaps. It warmed him, and he closed his eyes for just a moment as he inhaled.
Sire had always smelled like sunflowers and honey. He didn’t really know why. He never wore cologne, and if he did, he doubt he’d get one that girly. Nevertheless, somehow that’s how it was.
He propped his hand on the other chair, standing over the girl and looking to her computer. His eyes caught on her sketchbook, so he began to examine that. He kept his hands where they were, but his eyes wandered across her works. Sire kept the same expression, but for the first time in a while, he felt content.
“You’re a good artist,” he said quietly, his voice flowing easily through the silent building.

(Sorry that’s a bit shorter)

(no it's totally fine! )

Seo Hyeon tensed a tiny bit only from being surprised when he leaned closer to her. Her face turned red and her heart skipped a beat when she looked up at him as he looked at her work only. To get flustered even more. "oh-uh thank you" she says covering her face a bit with the long sleeves of her pink sweater. "do you write any? " she looked back up to him with a tilt of her head. As a puppy might do when seeing a treat. And he was definitely a treat.
"NO! DONT THINK LIKE THAT! " she scolded herself.
The scent of flowers calmed her mind a bit, which she realized was coming from him when he got closer to her. She wanted to cozy up in a big blanket and lean on him as if she were on a movie. She missed watching all of her Korean dramas, but she never had time for them any more. So to replace that, she just thought of them all the time. Oh her mind was always everywhere at once wasn't it?

"um" she muttered softly before patting the chair next to her "toucan read it if you want" she scooted the computer in front of the spot next to her so he would be able to.
There were stories of pure heartbreak and sadness to the paragraphs upon themselves that made you feel giddy just reading them. Every time she looked over them she longed for the sense of happiness and love she wrote on so much about. And it was accurate. She knew how people felt and how they reacted to one another. The connections made between them from strangers to friends to lovers. She would always be asked by her big brother "how come you know so much about love when you never experience it yourself? Is there something I don't know about?" he would raise a dark slitted eyebrow at his little sister before she tapped his nose with her pink gel pen. "coaches don't play Min-Hyuk" she would say turning back around to her computer with a smile.

Somewhere near the very bottom of the never ending void of writing, she wrote about her loss of her brother. But She was sure he wouldn't get that far, so she didn't mind

(Gah this— she’s so cute ( ^ω^ )

“I don’t write any,” he said softly.
Sire slipped into the chair beside her, propping his elbow on the desk and resting his head in his hands. He occasionally shifted to scroll down a slight bit, but for the most part he kept utterly still. His breathing was steady and soft, making no noise but causing his chest to rise and fall, keeping time like a clock or metronome. It was almost rhythmic.
A hand covered his mouth, him placing his chin on the palm and fingers curling over to rest across his lips. His eyes looked gentle and calm, as they always would when he was doing what he loved. Reading, that is.
He mainly placed his hand like that so Seo Hyeon couldn’t see his small smile.

Sire continued to read, watching as the time ticked by. After a little while, his eyes drifted over to the girl.
“You’re very talented,” he cooed, the sound mellow. “Why wouldn’t you publish it?”
Of course his features were relaxed, but in reality, he was having an entire internal conflict.
It’s not that he didn’t believe in love… he just hadn’t found it yet, and was convinced he didn’t really want it. But in this writing, CC had made it seem so… so joyful. It made him crave it deep down. It made him think it was possible.

Had he ever been in a relationship? Well, growing up at this school… never being allowed to leave… it was hard to meet people. Especially with his stand-offish personality. He was good with his books. He was good with his reading. That’s what he’d always convinced himself. So he grew oblivious to any attempts at friendship, inadvertently pushing everyone away. He’d never had a love interest. Nor even a best friend. Was he sad about that? Certainly not— he was good with his books. He was good with his reading.

(ah, thank you! Fun fact! : she was my first ever character I EVER made! Technically she's about 3-4 years old XD)

She leaned back in her own chair, pulling her legs up to her chest and wrapping her small arms around her legs as she rested her cheek on her knee, squishing it in a semi cute way. Her soft hair fell over her shoulder and her back as she watched the slow rise and fall of his chest, getting a bit sleepy. It was soothing… Sitting here with a new friend that made her heart flutter. That's what friends do to eachother right? She didn't feel that way with any of her other friends. He was different (said every girl everrr)

Once he turned to her and spoke she postured up, placing her feet down to the floor and straightening her skirt (BEXAUSE MODESTY IS HER POLICY)
She smiled a little bit, averting her eyes. "thank you… But they don't really have much of a story to them. No plot or anything. Just… Different scenarios. Different lovers and friends. So I don't know how to really put that in a book" she started braiding a small piece of hair over her shoulder, placing little blue flowers in between each braid.

(sorry it's a bit shorter than usual)

(Ok, now that’s pretty rad! Fun fact for Sire: he makes his first appearance in a psychological horror book of mine, and he’s not as emo if you can believe it)

Sire kept his clueless expression as he noted the beautiful contrast between her hair, skin, and the bright blue flowers.
“I could help you come up with a storyline, maybe,” he said, even taking himself by surprise. He didn’t know how to make up something like that. His imagination was still in that same safe, and the combination for the lock evaded his memory. It was gone. So why had he offered?

His eyes danced around the girl, tracing her features. The sun from the window behind her outlined her figure perfectly. He would have thought her of an angel, with the snowy white complexion and beauty. Sire was almost the complete opposite. Even with the sun shining directly on him, his eyes were dimmer than they should have been, and his dark hair brought out the dark circles. His tan skin glimmered, but the scars near his eyes were clearly visible.

Still, looking at the girl made his eyes light just a slight bit more. His heart certainly started to beat faster, and the sudden change was met with deeper breathing. The metronome slowed it’s rocking, his breathing returning to normal as he adverted his eyes, his face growing slightly red.
If his imagination was still locked in that stupid safe… maybe… maybe externally he could find the key. Maybe the key was a person.
Maybe the key was Seo Hyeon.

(I appreciate hownyou actually use her name. Everyone calls her CC since its easier to write. Kudos to you dude!)

Her smile grew along with her eyes when he offered. Though she thought he said that he doesn't write? She wasn't going to bother with that. Maybe he very well could but he just chooses not to.
No matter what the case was, she was glad he offered. "oh, that would be great" she says happily, tucking one last flower in her hair before the thin braid was blended with the rest of her hair, fiddling with the ends.
"we would have to divide the certain different stories into sections. Like… This one" she leaned over to the computer, her hand touching his for a second as she scrolled, pointing to a few paragraphs. "for example this one about the bird would go well with…. " she scrolled a little bit again. "this one with the angel. (IDK why, bit o can't get Donkey Kong and Mario out of my head so instead of angel, I about said the word Mario. Instead I'm losing it)

She shrugged, leaning back once again, her arm brushing against his "those were just examples. But we could piece then together like a puzzle so there aren't so many others to work with. If that makes since" she bit the inside of her lip

(sorry it's short, Im supposed to be doing school work right now lol)

(Honestly same here but my excuse is “I’m making breakfast.” Also, no, Mario is always there don’t push it away, embrace him XD)

Sire’s heart leapt when she touched his hand. She was oddly cold for being a… person, he guessed. He could feel an extremely small blade poke from his other hand, and he quickly shoved it under the desk, making sure she hadn’t noticed.

As a matter of fact, the other contact of their arms caused the same blade to poke through again, giving him a small sort of paper cut. He gave a little wince, but kept himself steady as to not alert her. He silently wished he had kept his gauntlets on. The thought made him internally cuss himself out, that he couldn’t control this part of his power.

“Piecing together would work,” he mumbled with a nod, locking his eyes onto her computer as to keep his heart from beating overdrive. He reached across the table, grabbing the book he had just picked from the shelf. He set it in his lap and fiddled with the frayed binding, to keep his attention on something else. He had read this book many times, but something about it he liked, so why not read it again.
He kept his eyes off of the girl’s angelic manor, scrolling through her stories. He had to admit, she really was a great writer. It made him envious, not being able to put his ideas to words. Many of his thoughts were plans. Plans, tactics, and strategies. Most of which related to fighting and combat.
Thinking of which, his eyes looked up to the grand clock in the middle of the library. It was almost time for his combats class. The one he actually enjoyed.

(oh, should their combat class be together?)

Being the stupid dense girl she was, she didn't notice the small blade.
"so" she tried to start a conversation without being awkward. "you said you didn't write much. But you're helping me…. Did you used to write?" she asked, leaning forward on the arm rest, a bit closer to him than anticipated. She was smart and could put two and two together, when she wanted to be.

(Sure. I was thinking Sire could spar someone today, or something like that. I just wanna write some stuff to further figure out his powers lol)

Sire glanced over, his heart beating just a tad bit faster as she leaned in. He quickly stuck his vision back on the computer. His hand he had been using to scroll moved to the back of his neck as he gave a small scoff.
“Something like that,” he answered. “Mainly I just read. It can’t be too different…”
He paused raising an eyebrow and letting his eyes rest on her.
“I-I mean, it’s just taking information from within and putting it on a page, r-right?” he asked. His eyes gave a little innocent flair as he questioned. “With three parts,” he continued, holding up three fingers. “Creation. Development. Execution.”

Clearly, he had never written. The entire lecture he had given was like a skeleton trying to explain what living was like. It was just unusual. Like a business teacher trying to teach an art class.

He eyes turned to a sad emotion before she let out a small giggle "you're silly" she says turning back to the computer, looking at his hand on the touch pad he's been using to scroll down then back at him.
"it's kind of sad. But it's fine. I can help" she smiled.
"see…. It's like a dream. A dream that keeps on reappearing every night in your mind, telling a whole entire story." she paused, looking down at her small hands before looking back update him. "oh, you know those times when you wake up from a really good dream and you want to go back to sleep to finish it? Well it's like that. But the dream continues and you have to write it all down in detail and you feel how you felt in the dream. The pure emotion whether it be pain and heartbreak or love and happiness. All of the above. I don't know… I find a way to mix it all together and put it into my own words. Descriptive words. Oh golly, I'm really bad at explaining things" she says with a laugh. "sorry about that." she glanced up at the clock. It was almost time for her next class. Oh she hated it. Combat was never her strong suit and she always hated it.

(That explains writing p e r f e c t l y)

Sire wrinkled his nose in confusion at being called “silly.” That wasn’t a word people normally used to describe him. It was usually “tactician” or by the more popular people, “distant emo nerd.”
Sire wouldn’t consider himself emo or angsty, moreso just quiet and tactical, almost strategic. But, maybe he was. He didn’t know, nor care very much.
“Poetic,” he replied. “No wonder you’re a writer.”
And you’re amazing, he thought to himself. I could never do something like this.
He calmly gave a nod, beginning to push himself from his chair. What she had said about dreams got him thinking. He never necessarily had good dreams. Mostly those of which he couldn’t even remember. Only one stood out to him, and it was simple. Just a ticking clock.
Remembering, his eyes darted to the grand clock. He should head out by now.
His eyes wandered back to Seo Hyeon.
“What class do you have next?” he asked, mellow. He cocked his head slightly, his hair falling a bit into his eyes.

"poetic?" she repeated the small words under her breath as she thought about it. She never saw herself as poetic. Just a writer with too many ideas and too little time on her hands to actually put them into actual stories and good writing so she just wrote to her heart's content, not planning on anyone ever reading it or enjoying it. She didn't plan on writing a book, her name being read out loud by a random person picking it up and sharing it with their friends. She didn't plan on being remembered or even having an impact like that on anyone. She wasn't a novelist, let alone a poet. She imagined a poet being graceful and gorgeous, enchanting with every way about them.
That was the complete opposite of the clumsy girl in the library blushing and fumbling at every word a cute guy in front of her spoke.
She snapped out of her thought when he spoke again, "oh… Combat class" she says dimly, fiddling her thumbs together. It was obvious she didn't like it.
"you? " she looked up at him with a smile, still a bit distracted.
Poetic Huh? Her? Never

Sire noticed her twiddling thumbs, his head still hung a bit low. He shifted his weight, propping himself on an arm latched to the back of a chair.
“Same here,” he said casually, brushing the hair from his eyes with his free hand, three fingers latched to the book pressed against his palm, while the other two directed the strands from his face. He gave a slight sigh, tired but in a little better of spirits.
“Do you have Mr. Mura?” he asked, in more of a statement. His voice didn’t fluctuate with the question, staying monotone yet still hinting the slightest bit of wonder. “Maybe that’s where I’ve seen you before.”
Though I think I may have remembered you, he thought. But I also don’t normally go to class.
For some reason, today he was feeling good. So sure, he’d go to combat. And, his teacher had told him there’s spars today, so he was in good spirits. Fighting was his forte. Fighting was what he knew.

Sire took his gauntlets in the hand that hold the book, just holding onto the wires with a single finger. His eyes locked on Seo Hyeon, and he held out his other hand politely, offering to held her from her chair.

She quickly scurried like a little squirrel to gather her things once Sire stood. Almost dropping her pen, she looked up to him, not expecting his hand to be offered to her. But she happily took it with a small smile that she didn't even try to hide.
Feeling his warm hand holding hers for the few seconds she took to stand, she wanted to hold it. Her hand held onto his for a few more seconds, "testing the waters" as she would say.

(sorry it's short)

Sire completely stopped his motion, staring at her hand calmly as she held it for longer than he had expected. He showed no emotion from it, but on his other arm, a small blade slid out. It was only a slight bit noticeable, but didn’t bleed.
His heart beat faster, and he took a large breath, however his face stayed the same. He didn’t move. Didn’t drop his hand. Just stood, as if he was still helping her up.
His face grew red as he stared at their hands. It hadn’t even sunken in for him yet, he was just confused. Hers was cold, so he was happy to help in… he guessed, the way he could.
“We should—” he mumbled, glancing behind him at the clock. “Go.”
His eyes glanced back to hers, noting the beautiful stormy yet innocent eyes.

She held it for a few seconds as he took it all in. She held in a small laugh, wanting to hold it longer just to be mischievous. She noticed the blade on his one arm, though she tried her best not to say anything.
A small smile and an innocent expression on her doll like face she held it as she looked up at him as if she didnt know what she was doing was… not normal. Though in reality, she didnt really know that he might not like it. No, she was totally spacing out, thinking about something else. Her hair fell out of the way of her blind eye, the blue tint compared to the more grey tint stood out more now.
She was thinking about the combat class and embarrassing herself one more time just like she did every single day. She was sure thats where he recognized her. She was basically the unintentional class clown, screwing everything up. Tripping on the vines she created, being extra careful not to hurt anyone then getting yelled at by her teacher because that was technically the point of the class.
And since she was always paired up with someone to fight and they didnt care about her much or hurting anyone, though assuming she would fight back she would always get pummeled to the ground.
Surely thats where he recognized her and she was now….infinitely embarrassed.
When he spoke though, her eyes refocused onto the boy holding her hand. She quickly pulled her hand up to her chest apologetically. “Oh..I’m so sorry. I- uh- I’m just a bit cold” she lied. Well technically she didn't lie. She was cold, but that wasn’t the reason she held on. But also, a part of her wanted to keep on holding his hand and by her eyes (well eye actually) looking at his hand instead of his eye, you could tell she wanted to.
“Yeah…” she squeaked softly with a small nod “lets go..” she says that even though she didn’t move.

Sire carefully eyed the girl, the blade sinking slowly back into his skin.
“Do you need a… jacket?” he asked softly. He gestured to his own, his hand reaching to the bottom of it.

He was sure now, her looking up at him, that he had seen her in combats class. She was the one who always offered to heal the participants after. Or, at least, that’s what he thought when she was talking to the students. He had always left beforehand, many times carried out on a stretcher, which he wasn’t proud of. Losing blood was something he did often. Really, he injured himself more than other people injured him, but he still considered himself a decent fighter.
Recently, he had been “not following the rules of his powers.” He was only supposed to generate blades through his gauntlets, but everything he needed to do to catch his opponent off-guard said otherwise. He needed a suit, just didn’t have enough money or time to build it. So he figured he’d just get to be a senior, where the school began to supply custom suites. He couldn’t wait.
Still, suites weren’t allowed in spars. Neither were his gauntlets. No support.
The school figured it’d be good for the students’ powers. Unfortunate for him, there were no exceptions.

She looked at his jacket, debating whether to take his offer. It reminded her of a cute moment in one of the dramas she's watched. "that would…. Help" she nodded shyly. Utterly exhausted by everything she's done.
"dont hold his hand. He was just being a gentleman." she mentally noted.
Readjusting her bag on her shoulder, she took a step forward, gesturing to leave before the bell rang. Though she was a bit too late and the loud bell rang throughout the halls and the rooms of the huge school. She winced a bit at the loud noise before looking around. Hopefully the librarian hadn't seen her skipping class. Oh how was she going to explain this to her teachers

With that, Sire slipped off his black hoodie, revealing just a light yellow colored t-shirt under.
And… he realized his mistake.
His tan arms were absolutely covered in scars. His shirt was torn in many places, as was the inside of his jacket. Though, he had forgotten all about all of that. The girl had said she was cold, he had handed over his jacket. It was that simple, yet he had defied all laws he usually set for himself. Never show people your scars. Never show them what your power does to you. They’ll think you’re weak.
His eyes grew slightly wider as he looked down at himself, his sweatshirt hanging limp in one of his hands. His arms were littered loosely with those small white slashes, some of them still pink, and more recent ones just scabbed over. His left arm was wrapped in a bandage from his shoulder to the bottom of his elbow, the ends slightly frayed.

He held out the limp hoodie. It was warm, and smelled like he did, obviously. His eyes darted, and before the girl could take it, he layed it on the back of the chair. He turned quickly, beginning to walk out and shoving his hands into his jean pockets.
“We should go,” he said, his voice only a slight bit harsher.

She stood there looking at all of his scars with wide eyes. She thought scars were actually really pretty, but it pained her to know that they had caused him pain in order to have those. She felt had as she could tell he didn't like showing them. But before she could refuse, he set it on the chair and walked away with a harsh tone that made her flinch. Something she was used to.

Well she couldn't just reject it now. So she dropped her bag on the chair and hurriedly pulled the hoodie over her tiny body. The sunflower scented hoodie totally engulfed her and she rushed to grab her bags. She running up to him to catch up, the arms of the hoodie flailed back and forth as they were too long for her arms, the hem reaching down to just slightly above her skirt. "thank you. I really appreciate it Sire" she smiled at him, genuinely appreciative. She didn't want him to feel bad, not did she want him to get mad at her. Hopefully keeping a bubbly tone and a good attitude would to the trick.

“Yeah,” he said, his eyes wandering as they walked out of the library. “Anytime.”
He held his gauntlets between his side and his un-bandaged arm, his book right alongside it. The brisk morning air caused his skin to tingle at the sudden change in temperature. His eyes looked back and forth, and his ears were filled with the sounds of the voices in the courtyard. He held the door open with his foot for Seo Hyeon, keeping his eyes from her.

Sire closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He was still bleeding slightly on his arm, as well as his hand. However, he didn’t mind. He could barely feel it anymore.
What he was more worried about was his scars. He was almost never seen without a long-sleeve shirt, except when it was combat class, and he had accidentally ripped one off. He was certainly not accounting for meeting CC today.
He propped the door open, continuing to walk to the arena at the far side of campus. He glanced beside himself occasionally, to see if the girl was still following.

With a number of other students, he entered the arena. A large group was standing out front, and when Sire and Seo Hyeon had arrived, the teacher had opened the doors.

She followed him silently, not wanting to say the wrong thing and make him mad or annoyed. She found herself enjoying the smell of the hoodie a little more than she would have liked to let on as she walked alongside him. Hopefully she wouldn't embarrass herself this time today… Right?
That's what she told herself every time she walked through those door and every single time she embarrassed herself so much so that she's used to it now. But it still wasn't fun. Especially with a new friend, she really didn't want to make a fool of herself.
Walking through the doorway to the big arena where students were gathered and talking amongst eachother before they paired together to fight. The students were rated and put into certain tiers for how good they were, getting assigned to someone else equal to them so it would be a little fair. Due to her powers actually able dangerous if she wanted to without even really trying, she was put into more middle class. But she never fought like she was. She would always give herself an E for effort even though this was the class she was failing at, exceeding in all of the classes. She looked up to Sire nervously fidgeting with her thumbs. She didn't want to be separated, but she didn't really have a choice.
Turning to him she tugged on the hem of his shirt ringer his attention "would you like this back? I don't want to ruin it" she asked, though already taking it off. As she lifted it up over her, messing up her soft hair and pulling up the bottom of her sweater, showing her pale tummy just a little bit before she straightened it out. Half of her wanted to keep it but the other have felt bad. She wasn't about to let him be out of his comfort zone this whole time. And it was obvious he was.

Sire stayed quieter as he watched her move, seeing as it was already too late to stope her from taking the sweatshirt off.
“It would get more ruined with me anyway,” he said quietly. “You can keep—“
“SIRE!” a voice yelled, interrupting him. Sire knew exactly who it was before the person even came into view. Aryan.
Sire turned around slowly, just his head, so he was still facing CC. Sure enough, a boy slightly older walked up, a horrid grin stretched across his face. His hair was spiked up, the dark auburn color complementing his olive skin. Resting on the boy’s forearms and back were slight transparent shield-like structures, stretching from his wrist to the top of his elbow. When he stuck them together, they could cover the entire top half of his person.
“Today. You and me. Up for that?” the boy asked.
Sire kept his body facing away, just his piercing eyes locked on the other person.
“Sure,” he said after a moment, though his voice was rough.
Aryan nodded, his smile still there. He put a shielded hand on Sire’s shoulder.
“Looking forward to it,” he said harshly. Sire just politely nodded, and the boy was off.
Since Sire and Aryan were at the top of the bracket, they would be fighting last. That meant Sire had time to strategize.
And oh boy, how much he loved to do that.

(sorry it’s a lil short)

(0~o thats short? Do i need to make mind longer??)

She held in a small smile when she thought she heard him say “you can keep it” but since technically she didn't talk to him about it first and he was interrupted by someone, she couldn’t take it. Maybe some other time. When they’re closer. If they get closer. And man she hoped they would.
Once he left she turned to him and noticed his glare “you okay?” She asked tilting her head a little, letting her hair fall off of her shoulder and a flower landing on the ground, falling from her hair.
“He didnt seem very nice. Or pleasant” she stuck out her lips in a pouty way before going back to him. “Wanna stick together until we have to fight?” She offered, not really wanting to leave his side. She felt a little connection and she wouldn't admit, but a bit attached to him. But she didnt let that cloud her judgment. She technically didn't even know this guy. She just met him today. She wasn’t about to fall in love or something would she!? Well that was up to her heart pounding in her chest to decide, not her.

“I don't really have any other friends anyway, but its perfectly fine if you dont want to” she shrugged, twirling a daisy in between her fingers as she swayed back and forth like a little girl waiting to show her mom what she found in the park.