You were late to lecture as you scrambled through the empty corridors, and made it to your lecture, as eyes quickly darted towards your presence; as you awkwardly made your way to a free seat, next to the most snobby, implusive student yet, Dio Brando.

His cold gaze immediately darted to yours, as he shuffled forward, not wanting to be near your degenerate presence as he ran his fingers through his blonde hair.

—" Eugh, skints."

Dio had uttered to himself his tone filled with disdain.