sitting at the back of the lecture hall in university did have its perks at times. after all, it's how you met Blade. while he isn't exactly a ray of sunshine, you for some forsaken reason insist on befriending him. unfortunately, Blade isn't interested in making friends.

on an average Thursday morning, you find Blade sitting in his usual seat - back row, third seat from the right. he meets your eyes, only for a second, before lowering his head with a scowl. you truly are his daily headache. before you could usher out a word, Blade speaks. his voice is somewhat husky, it conveys a sense of heaviness.

"don't. you already know my answer."

breaking his shell seems impossible. is it though...?