Lilith

                                    

                                          
"Fucking hell Sung, quit gawking at the human beetroot and get your hands off my thigh. You need to cut your fucking nails I swear to god."
The boy took his earbuds out to glare with little malice at the brunette boy who sat next to him. He let out a fond sigh at the sheepish grin he received before rolling his eyes, though he couldn't hide the corners of his lips from ticking up into an adoring smile. 

The one that had been addressed as "Sung" jumped slightly before realising what was going on and giving the boy next to him a sheepish smile. He removed his hand from where it had been gripping the other's thigh before giving him a look-over to check if the victim of his stupidly sharp nails was okay.
If you looked closely enough, you could see how it held so much soft, overflowing fondness, the smile and those eyes. But it seemed nonexistent the second the silver-haired flicked his attention to the front, focusing on the teacher. His eyes steeled over and only cold sarcasm could be seen. It was a wall, or better yet a facade. No true meaning was conveyed,  any emotion that was shown was like a puppet to its puppet master. Controlled. He showed what he wanted to show, he meant what he needed to mean.
"So are we going to start, or does the lesson consist of everyone just gawking like dead fish," was the dead-pan question that dragged everyone from whatever stupor they seemed to be in.
"R-right, yes, well I suppose we should first address you two," the still dazed teacher indicated the two boys to come up and introduce themselves, to which the brunette gulped and clung to the sleeve of the other. One's eyes remained down while the other had his eyes showing nothing but boredom as he made his way to the front of the class.
Once they reached and stood in front of the desk, a silent conversation passed between the two before a nervous but steady voice filled the room.
"Hello, I'm Han Jisung."
They were simple words, told nothing but the boy's name, but immense pride filled the silver-haired boy next to him, though he only showed it through a quick smile. Jisung on the other hand smiled wide, cheeks puffing out and accomplishment burning through him. To others it was to show he was friendly, to him it was his acknowledgement of his achievement.
"Thank you, Mr. Han, now how-"
"Right, later."
It was almost comical the way the teacher reacted to being cut off. Confusion and offence and utter shock flitted across the woman's face and it made her look as if she was being possessed, or was choking on something. It was only until she took note of the boys leaving her classroom -one giving apologetic looks that hid the laughter he was trying not to let out while the other just waved without looking back, smirk evident- did she break from whatever she was on and come to her senses.
"Boys it is not the end of class yet. You have not been permitted to leave the classroom." Her voice was steady and surprisingly, all traces of confusion left her being as he fixed her gaze on the boys.
"I didn't realise you even started the class, or that you had the power to stop me from leaving it." It was hard to miss the tone the silver-haired boy used, the way he looked as he mocked his teacher on the first day. The way he kept walking out with nonchalance, Han Jisung holding onto his hand with equal indifference.
"LEE FELIX !?"
A chuckle was heard only, and a pair of sharp eyes were left impacted in his wake.
«T/D»
Chatter encased the cafeteria as people sat down to eat and began their conversations, the sound slowly getting louder and louder until there was no chance for silence to seep through. It got to the point where a certain brunette began to flinch, slowly curling into himself to form a shield. In the process alerting the boy sitting next to him.