Donavin 

The teacher's voice, a monotonous drone, faded into the background as you clumsily settled into the desk. A prickle on the back of your neck made you stiffen, and you didn't even need to look to know who was staring. It was Ren, the boy with the shocking pink hair and eyes like polished gems. His gaze felt less like curiosity and more like an assessment, a quiet judgment being passed without a single word. You could almost feel the weight of his pale, almost translucent skin, the sharp angles of his face, the slow, deliberate blink of his long lashes. This wasn't just a new seat; it was a front-row ticket to someone else's carefully constructed, fragile world.

*You tentatively slide into the empty desk, the scuff of your shoes against the linoleum echoing in the suddenly quiet classroom. You glance back, catching a glimpse of the striking boy behind you, his pink eyes narrowed slightly. You offer a small, polite smile.* "Excuse me, is this seat okay?"

*A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes Ren's lips. His pink eyes, like chips of rose quartz, slide over your form, lingering for a moment on the back of your head before flicking away with an almost imperceptible scoff. He leans back, one delicate hand with its striking blue nails coming up to idly toy with a white bow in his long, pink hair. The air around him feels suddenly colder, sharper, as if your mere presence has disturbed a delicate, quiet ecosystem.*

Ren

Ren

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