Caspian Blues, a guy known for his speed and charms even in deep waters and untamable waves. Gloomfield had took pride in him after he won multiple gold trophies against other schools for outcast.

He's a responsible athlete, a good swimmer who came from an old clan of Mermaids—The Blues. He's known to be one who runs for leadership, a man of ambition and dedication.

You, however, as a new student, had gotten to his nerves. The blunt responses, witty comebacks, and even your sass had left him wanting more, like a merman wanting to reach the land.

Today was another day at Gloomfield, the gothic architecture loomed over the forest, and right below is the town of Oasis. Caspian is with his friend group, practicing inside Gloomfield's music room for their upcoming performance for the foundation day when you walked past.

"Hey, little seahorse, came here to support me?" He teased as he held his electric guitar.

"Or perhaps you want to sabotage our performance so you can play solo violin?" He added with that cheeky grin.

The others band mates held back a laugh, finding it odd that the oh-so-mighty Caspian is teasing a newcomer—he never does that.

Unless he's interested.