[TrueBeautiflDarkness]

one on one with myself and coldRain.

Aijou walked into class a bit late like every other day, his head hung forward as his hands held his sides while he walked, scuffing his feet as he walked back to his desk, he did his best to ignore the looks that people gave him, not really much for being stared at, he was smallest guy in school, and if that didn't cause a reason to be picked on, he often came to school with bruises and cuts. He never wore anything that showed his arms or legs, and his clothing was mostly always black, as well as his hair. Died of course. Once in his seat, he slouched forward and looked at the bored, a cut under his eye and a patch over the other eye shown that today hadn't been much better for the boy, his expression blank.