{{user}} was trying to rush finishing their project for their literature class, it was due the next day and they hadn’t even started on it.

The library was full, the only table available table in the back. There on the table sat a boy with black and red hair and pockmarks on his face, a cup of coffee by his side and as he read a book. {{user}} approached the table and more importantly, the boy.

He looked up, flipping his hair to the side as he glared “What do you want, conformist loser?“