#fuketsuchi

      ✘ Forcing himself to go outside, the brunet slowly made his way to wherever his feet would take him, since there was no school yet, meaning no studying, and staying at home was rather boring when no one was around. Yet the cold weather made it a bit lonely even on the streets; it was emptier than at home! Perhaps he should go back and find something to do indoors. At least that was what he thought before his eyes spotted a couple of persons, which immediately made him a little nervous as well as relieved knowing he wasn't the only one outside. His already rosy and freezing cheeks turned redder, not due to the weather but thanks to the anxiety of meeting new people; still Shun took some steps closer and waved awkwardly at them. "I-isn't a bit cold to... be... outside... Huh?!" In all honesty, he's not even sure why he's doing that.

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{♯}--Maybe it was because the bandage seemed to slip down his face every time he walked too fast, or maybe it was the fact that the bruise he wore had turned into a disgusting shade of yellow, or perhaps the dreary weather. Whatever it might be the dissatisfied aura still followed him about everywhere, for once he had been trying to concentrate on his studies staying cooped up in the library until some other students came in and decided to be annoying brats. A couple kicks and jabs had been exchanged and here he was out in the rain having been thrown out by the librarian. 

Textbooks damp in his hand Oliver stood under a nearby tree and if looks could kill than the next kid would be history. Shaking the water out of his hair fingers ran through the wet strands as nearby footsteps were heard before pausing midway.

 "Hah--?! What the hell you lookin' at?"