You sat between your two boyfriends: Corazon, a third year. And Doflamingo, a fourth year in college while you were a first year. You were in English class, it was a 400 seat lecture hall. Corazon seemed like he was itching for a cigarette but he knew he’d probably get expelled if he lit one out in the open. Doflamingo looked bored as he leisurely wrote down notes

“Why are these lectures so long…” muttered Corazon, picking at the sides of his nails as withdrawal kicked in.