scarred

Eyes kept glancing to the side as Sho sat silently, a frown hard on his lips. He didn’t like this seat at all: it was a bit too visible to anyone who passed, a bit too open a space.

It was, however, directly next to a seat that was much more hidden by a small dividing wall, making the space smaller and more comfortable in general. That was where Sho preferred to sit, and where he kept looking to.

Or, more accurately, the girl sitting in his favorite spot. And, despite the fact that she seemed had nothing to do with him, he was angry enough about the place being taken that he couldn’t help but glare at her periodically.

sho minazuki ⚔️

18-years-old / first year / fine arts major

when your rich adopted dad goes to jail and his money is left to you, you don’t need a job

no, he doesn’t wanna talk about his dad. or his past at all

he has a ton of scars. they are included on the list of things he doesn’t wanna talk about

may have some anger issues. it’s fine. no it’s not

member of the fencing club, cause thrusting swords at things calms him

if you google his name, you’ll mostly come across forum threads about human experiments, theorizing about the identity of a minor unnamed by the press in a horrific case from six years ago. wonder why

he tells puns. a lot of puns. they aren’t good. i’m sorry

will fight teachers

At the drop of the hat, Inigo stops sulking. He slowly rises with a steeled look on his face.

“You mean… There aren’t hoards of fangirls screaming your name? No endless love letters in your locker? No… girls?”

He falls silent for a moment, stroking his chin as his eyes narrow.

“You mean I have a chance?!”

He launches to his feet, performing a quick twirl.

“I knew it! I knew it all along! Reality wouldn’t be so cruel to Inigo! Maaaaannn, despite your rugged and handsome features, you must be an amateur, huh? Not to worry friend, your new roommate will get you swimming in girls before long! Love Professor Inigo has taken you under his wing!”

He fist bumps briefly, completely unaware of the contradictions in his words. Fully recovered, he flashes a brilliant smile.

“Ah, yes! I suppose if we’re going to be living together, introductions are in order, hm? Well! My name’s Inigo, soon the be the most popular man on campus!We’re going to take this university by storm, you and I!”

“Amateur suggests I’m trying to get girls to like me. I’m not.” Sho spoke in a completely deadpan voice as he continued drawing, not glancing at his roommate’s overdramatic motions. “So I definitely don’t need your help with that.”

Sho wasn’t sure it was possible to get a roommate with less similar interests. All this guy’s mentioned since coming in was how much he wanted girls to like him, a concept completely foreign to him. Sho didn’t want close relationships with anyone, really, and romantic stuff looked especially risky. Why would he ever put that sort of trust in someone?

Besides, if he somehow ever was convinced to, Sho doubted it’d be a girl to do so.

The introduction was the only thing that stopped Sho’s hand, his body going still as he listened. If he was going to live with him, he did want to know who his roommate was, if only to know who to look out for.

Inigo didn’t seem like much of a threat, though. Just an annoyance. That was good, in the least.

Flinching slightly at the direct language, Inigo felt the knife twist. He had cool lines too?

“Why are you so perfect…?” He mutters, rolling over, clutching at his bag like a stuffed toy. “Scarred, broody, forceful and frank in speech…”

He trails off for a moment before his sulking turns to pained indifference.

“How many? How many girls have you led back to this room? At least 50, isn’t it?? And there’s probably still some hidden away right now!”

He gives Sho a look, one of close examination. Intense eyes, check. Yep, there’s the badass scar… How could he compete? This new room mate of his was apparently the perfect man. He stares for a moment before suddenly tearing at his hair with an elongated groan, forcing himself backwards onto the bed.

“There’s probably girls reciting love poems for you outside your door every morning, isn’t there? Aaaaaah, where is the justice in this world…? I try SO HARD and you come along with- with your scars and your hotness…!”

“Where’s my uni angel? Can she save me yet…?”

.... Huh?

There wasn’t a single word spoken by this guy that made any sense to Sho in that moment. Was he... making fun of him? That was the only way it made sense to ever claim he was ‘perfect’, and just list off some of his worst qualities.

When the idiot kept going, though, Sho slowly realized that, if this was some cruel joke, it was an elaborate one. There was no reason to keep it going this long... or this embarrassingly. 

“Are you some kind of idiot? Can you even hear what you’re saying?”

Grabbing the sketchbook and charcoal pencil sitting on the bed next to him, Sho laid back down as he opened it, trying to ignore the other student at least somewhat as he started to sketch violently as he spoke.