

Shiro stepped into the class, looking around cautiously before slipping in. He was actually here early and it was slightly unnerving. He shuddered and slid into a chair near the back, sighing. He was jittery since this morning, since feeling a presence he thought he had lost long ago. Still jittery and jumpy, if not worse, he just wanted the day to be over. He wanted to take Suzuki and Sebby and just hide somewhere until the bad prince left. Shiro knew he would never leave until he had gotten what he came for, but Shiro could hope. He shivered and rubbed his arms through the long sleeves of his shirt.
'It's ******** winter. Who the ******** has the air on?'

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❝In the end
As you fade into the night
Who will tell
The story of your life?❞