Don't kill my v i b e

Half asleep from staying up the night before studying, the male nearly was falling asleep in the palm of his hand as the hood of his jacket shadowed his face. The dorm was pretty quiet, and he enjoyed that but in reality, he was so tired. The drive and then studying; it was almost too much for him because in reality, he never studied. But he had to get out of under his parents thumb and onto his own life.

The small tone that came from his phone almost brought Sol back from the dead as his head lifted up, sleepy eyes looking to the source before finally locating the white phone. Pulling it close to him, he checked the messages and shot up from his seat almost knocking over the desk. Catching some of the things, he finally got enough nerve to read the rest of the texts coming in and he let out an annoyed sigh as he pushed off the hood and ran his fingers through the white hair. 

"This brat…"

The male muttered as he looked to the side before quickly texting back, before slipping off to pull on a pair of pants that weren’t sweat pants as the earrings in his ears danced some. 

"Could be better..?" She frowned slightly, "Something up?" J-Da tilted her head, concerned. She scoffed quietly at the question, nudging his shoulder playfully as she stated, "You wish. Arrogant much?" She raised an eyebrow though her playful grin stayed present on her features. "Nah, I’m a student here now. My dad’s hag of a sister shipped me here so she wouldn’t have to be responsible for me," she made a face of distaste at the thought of the insufferable woman before shaking the irritating thought of her out of her head.

"How is it here? Do you like it?" She asked curiously. "Other than not being able to find anything, it doesn’t seem too bad to me so far."

As usual, the male leaped over the concerned tone like it was his parents asking for his diploma. It wasn't something he wanted to touch on how him and his parents were only worse and he literally only had a couple of tens in his pocket and bank account but he never let his mind waver. A soft laugh left his lips as she nudged his shoulder and he couldn't help but look down some, rolling his shoulders before raising a hand and brushing his shoulder like the female had brushed something on it. 

Unwant. It's what a lot of the students of this school had begun to feel as soon as they were shipped off to the establishment because in reality, they weren't wanted. It was the hardcore truth and even as J-Da admitted it to him, he clicked his tongue sneaking a glare at the female.

"You shot out, girl." Sol shook his head some as he rubbed his palms on his knees before tucking his hands against his sides. 

"It a'ight. I got you, lil mama. You know that." The male said quietly, shifting some as he flashed a somewhat crooked grin to the girl before hearing her question.

Wrinkling his own nose some, he looked around the campus and honestly, he had a mixed feeling about it. The amount of enemies he had was almost as much as he had friends he had. Crushes, love, one night stands; they all were on this campus and honestly, though his friendships were falling through in a lot of cases because they had lost interest in him or had grown bored with him, he had really gotten used to it but the feeling in his chest was almost painful.

"It bites back, J. Don't let it get ya, a'ight? "

1) My muse finds an old journal they kept in their teens (or equivalent). After reading the entire thing, they fall asleep and dream of people they once knew, both friends and enemies.

2) Your muse and mine have a conversation before a great battle in which they will both take part.

3) Every day for weeks, someone has been sneaking into my muse’s home or office and leaving a note which reads “Why did you do it?” I will write a drabble about what my muse assumes the note is about.

4) Send me a character and the word “love” or “war.” For love, I will write a romantic scene between that character and my muse. For war, I will write an argument between that character and my muse.

5) Your muse and mine meet on the battlefield.

6) My muse is in love with yours, but your muse loves another. (Feel free to also send the name of the character your muse loves.)

7) My muse has survived a great battle, but someone they love has not.

8) My muse either finds, or loses, their faith in a higher power. (Specify which.)

9) Your muse is injured or grieving. (Specify which.) My muse will assist or comfort them.

10) A drabble about my muse’s first love.

11) A drabble about my muse’s worst enemy.

Reality sucked.

" Just look at the map, or if you get lost know that the gym is like, close to the boys dorm or somethin' like that. That's how I learned, by like landmarks. " Sol muttered quietly, glancing at the female and motioning to the map before shoving his hands back into the pockets of his jeans as they walked towards the dorms. Of course, the girls dorm was a bit of a way but he was more afraid of it being awkward than anything else but he couldn't care really about it.

" Nineteen years." The male joked before glancing at her and flashing a small smile, his eyes turning into half moons before he looked down at his shoes before finally really answering the question. "I was here for a bit then I had to dip to take care of some family bullshit, but I returned back to the only school in Korea that will take me still. " Flashing a playful smile to the female, Sol raised his brows some because in all of the schools, he only could come to this one because of his gang related past.