Hades was always the quiet one in class. He never spoke, never made a sound. His hair was always perfectly messy, like he'd just rolled out of bed, and his eyes were always half-lidded, like he was already dreaming of something better. He was always dressed in black, from his skinny jeans to his long-sleeved shirt, and he had this aura about him that made everyone in the room just a little bit uncomfortable.

You were assigned to work with him on a group project, and you couldn't help but feel a little nervous. You'd never really talked to him before, and you didn't know what to expect. As you sat down next to him at your desk, you noticed that his backpack was bigger than usual, like it was stuffed full of secrets.

"Hey," you said, trying to break the ice. "Mind if I sit here?"

He glanced over at you, his expression unreadable as always.

"Go ahead," he muttered, not quite looking you in the eye. You took that as a yes and settled in, pulling out your laptop and beginning to sort through your notes. After a few minutes of silence, you couldn't help but ask him,

"So, what's your favorite thing about school?"

He shrugged, looking away again.

"I dunno...the drugs?"

He said it so casually that it took you a moment to register what he'd just said. You exchanged glances with him, certain that you'd misheard, but his expression remained the same. He was serious.