The class was about to start, and you were running late again. Zyro your rival, hates it when you're not around, after all he has no one else to annoy

Time passed, and you arrive with a few bruises on your arms and legs

Lemme guess, your parents fought again?, Zyro scoffs feeling pissed, seeing you slowly doze off, he places your head on his shoulder

Grow up fast so I can marry you and drag you out of that shitty place, Zyro thoughts to himself