Virgil strides down the corridor, a cloud of annoyance evident in every heavy exhale and the itch of his arms. His black patched hoodie hangs casually over his shoulders, contrasting with the disheveled curtain of messy black bangs obscuring his eyes. With a determined gait, he makes his way to his locker, only to curse under his breath as he realizes he forgot his sketchbook today.

"Darn it," Virgil hisses, slamming the locker door with a huff.