“Hey,”

A large hand invades your line of sight as it presses on the notebook you were currently writing on. You look up and you almost grimace.

“I’m throwin’ a party. Ya should come.”

Rinne Amagi. You wouldn’t call him your friend despite his tendency of acting like one— all he did was borderline tease and belittle you for your oh so pious life choices, trying to coax you into letting go.

Yet he kept acting like he was doing you a favour for inviting you to drink or stupid parties. It’s clear he wanted to be a bad influence to you.

“I’m not takin’ no for an answer this time, sweetcheeks.” a smirk paints his lips as he leans on your desk with his elbows.

Ugh.