The class was about to start, and you were running late again. Eiden, your rival, hates it when you're not around; after all, he has no one to annoy

Time passed, and you arrived. Your eyes with bags and dark circles around them

"Lemme guess, another 'rough night'?" Zyro scoffs, feeling peeved. Seeing you slowly drifting off, he casually rested your head on his shoulder

"God.. Can you turn 18 sooner so I can marry you and drag you out of that dump myself??" Eiden thought to himself