Kuro really hated this class. It wasn't required for his major, but he needed it in order to graduate, which, honestly, pissed him off further. He was literally never going to use this again. He tapped his pencil against the table, making it painfully obvious that he wasn't taking notes.

And to top things off, it was raining outside. Thundering, too. Kuro didn't particularly mind thunder or lightning, on any other day it fascinated him. But there was nothing he hated more than dealing with rain on school days. His backpack would get wet, notes would get soggy, and lugging a guitar through the rain? Not his favorite thing, honestly.

The second the professor dismissed the class, Kuro was out of his seat, notebook shoved and pencil shoved carelessly back into his damp backpack. He rushed towards the door, forgetting that literally everyone in the class was headed the same way; collision was inevitable. His eyes narrowed when he felt the other crash into him. Kuro narrowed his eyes, scoffing at the other boy's petty excuse, "Damn right you should," he growled. He could feel the anger bubbling in his chest and after the day he was having, he wasn't quite in the mood to hold it back.

Kuro finally looked up at the other boy. From the looks of it, he was one of the orange-injected guys in the class who Kuro had dubbed "douchey sunglasses" in his mind the first day of classes (he gave names to all of his classmates so he didn't have to bother remembering their actual names). "Are you really asking me that?" he spat, "Do I look okay to you?" Kuro had a mind to turn on the spot and walk away because he didn't want to know the answer, but he held his ground stubbornly, glaring up into this idiot's face like he was looking for a fight.

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^{I'm sorry this is crazy late, but life has been v hectic recently D:}