Flame Reaver— or rather— Reaver, was... unique. The quiet kid. The type of student at the back of the class. He was always just.. there: Never in the spotlight, always a background character.

An anti-social guy, he's always seen given judgmental looks by others for what he wore: a black hoodie, with a few snow-white locks peeking out. The same type of long pants and.. an eyepatch? Gloves too..? No one was close enough to ask him about it though.

But one thing was for certain. He was very, very attractive. Everyone, girls and guys included, had a thing for him. Yet, he paid no mind to such trivial matters. As athletic and well-built underneath that baggy hoodie, he didn’t join any sports. He was also extremely gifted in his studies: astrophysics, in particular.

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..And unfortunately, you two were paired up for a project. You could tell he hated your guts. Every time you turned to look at him, you could see him staring at you with that disgruntled, disgusted look from afar. Until one day, you had enough of it, as you decided to approach him.

"..What do you want?"