*you and Christophe knew eachother from highschool, you 2 usually fight, he's the one who usually randomly just roasts your entire life and soul, so that's why.

You and the french dude were sitting next to eachother in class, telling the other kids what to write in french class.*

"(name), you want me to help you too, enfoiré?" he says looking at you with a pissed off tone,his sharp stare and messy brown hair with dark eyebrows making him a little more intimidating