He was only thankful that the dorms have four bunk beds, so he's not alone with this nosy do-gooder.
Liam grins, clearly over the surprise and ready to tease Islyl. "Aww, we're gonna be living together, roomie. I hope you don't snore too loudly. I need my beauty sleep. Not everyone is snow white."
Islyl rolls his eyes, trying to ignore Liam. "Very funny," he says dryly. "I'll try not to disturb your beauty sleep, after all not everyone can be born blessed."
Liam raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by Islyl's comment. "Oh really," he says, feigning hurt. "Now I'll have to do two facemasks tonight. Sighhhhh"
Islyl smirks, "Well, I'm not saying it to be mean. You may be pretty, but I'm gorgeous. It makes sense for me to warn you when you look washed-up, right?"
'Hehehehehe sigma did you hear my comeback.'
Sigma: *Host is invisible. Host is air. *
Islyl focuses on unpacking his stuff, completely ignoring the existence of Liam.
Shortly after, the door beeps open, two new roommates appearing. The two boys walk into the room, clearly already acquainted. They look at Islyl and Liam in surprise.
The first boy speaks up first, his voice calm and collected. "Hey, I'm Zachary. This is Kira," he says, gesturing to the boy besides him.
Liam raises an eyebrow as he takes in Zachary's appearance. "Hm, Looks like we've got some interesting new roommates," he says, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
Zachary is a slender boy with a head of thick ginger hair, and hazel eyes. He's wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans, but there's something that tells you he's not your average kid.
His eyes are filled with roaring intensity, making you want to look more.
Kira, on the other hand, is petite and delicate looking. He has jet black hair with hazel eyes, nearly matching Zachary, if not a bit darker green with more gold flecks.
Kira is wearing a loose-fitting black sweatshirt, with a pair of grey faded sweatpants complimenting it. A small cap laid on his head, but nothing could hide the flawless skin and perfect features.
"Nice to meet you both," Liam says, trying to sound welcoming. "I'm Liam, and this Islyl." "Hi," Islyl says simply, stopping the introduction there.
Zachary and Kira both look at Islyl, their eyes widening in surprise. They hadn't expected his face to be so… aesthetically pleasing?
Kira's mouth opens slightly, and Zachary's eyebrows raise in fascination.
Liam notices the reaction of the two newcomers and grins. "Yeah, he's a looker, isn't he?" he says teasingly. "But don't let his looks fool you, he's a pain in the ass." Liam continued to tease the two new people with a smirk on his face. "I'm just saying, his looks are like that. He has people lined up waiting to take a bite out of him. If you look closely, you can even see the vampires lusting after him."
Islyl can't help but feel a little flattered by Liams comment, although the irony of the vampires lusting after his blood hit a bit too close to home. "You're exaggerating," he says, trying to sound nonchalant. "I mean, I guess I have my good days," he says, shrugging.
As the boys get ready for bed after unpacking, they talk about various topics. Although a bit dead-pan, Islyl was cool. Liam spent the whole night teasing everyone. One by one, they fell asleep, the room light turning off when the movement in the room stopped.
***
The next morning, the dorm was buzzing with activity as the new students mingled and socialized. The living room is filled with the sound of laughter and video games. the living room is a spacious area with comfortable couches and chairs arranged in a circle. A purple gemstone hung on the ceiling, projecting a game for the boys to play. Connecting using their bracelets, several boy's all intensely focused on the game, shouting, and cheering as they compete against each other.
Some of the new students are sitting nearby, watching the game, and chatting with each other, while others stood in small groups, talking, and laughing lightly. There were a few female students in the living room as well, spectating and playing right along with the boys. The atmosphere is lively, everyone enjoying a blissful Saturday morning before classes officially start Monday.
***
Sunday morning:
Liam is sitting in the common room a few friends when a commotion breaks out nearby.
He looks over to see a group of students surrounding another student, who appears to be harassing Islyl.
Liam's expression darkens as he watches the scene unfold. He stands up and walks over to the group, his eyes fixed on the student who is bothering Islyl.
"Hey, what's going on here?" Liam says, his voice firm and authoritative.
***
Islyl is sitting at a desk in the library, studying for an upcoming exam. He's surrounded by books and notes, his brow furrowed in concentration as he tries to absorb the information.
'Ah, my head hurts. Getting used to this world is a bit hard..'
Sigma: yes, host but it'll get easier.
Islyl sat his head down on the desk, feeling the cold wood on his cheek. Facing this direction, he could see a figure staring at him.
In the corner, there was a boy with a chiseled jawline and piercing yellow eyes. He has short green hair, and a confident air about him.
Despite his good looks, there's something about him that is off-putting, like he's hiding something sinister beneath his charming exterior.
Suddenly, the boy walks up to him, a smirk on his face. He leans against the desk, looking down at Islyl with a cocky expression.
"Hey there, beautiful," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Studying hard, I see. I'm Max. You?"
'Ew, who is this pervert?!'
I'll just turn the other way.
Max's smirk turns into a scowl as Islyl ignores him. He reaches out and grabs Islyl's papers, yanking them out of his hands.
"Hey, don't ignore me," Max says, his voice growing louder. "I'm talking to you."
Tsk!
"Out of all these people in the common area, must you bother me?" Islyl reaches out, attempting to snatch his work from Max.
Max glares at Islyl, his eyes narrowing as he holds the papers out of reach.
"You're not going to get these back until you talk to me," he says, his voice cold and menacing.
Islyl looks up at Max, his expression a mixture of annoyance and disdain.
"What do you want, Max?" he asks, his voice flat and emotionless. "I'm busy studying. Can't you see that?"
Max rolls his eyes and steps closer to Islyl, invading his personal space.
"I want you to pay attention to me," he says, his voice low and threatening.
'Ai, system wtf. Where's pepper spray when you need it???'
Sigma: Host, you have abilities.
'Oh.. yeah'
Islyl's patience is wearing thin. He stands up and faces Max, his eyes flashing with anger.
"You're being ridiculous," he says. "I don't have time for your games. Now give me my papers back."
Max smirks, enjoying the fact that he's getting a reaction out of Islyl.
"Make me," he says, holding the papers even higher.
Islyl's anger boils over, and he takes a step forward, his fists clenched at his sides.
"You're asking for it, Max," he says, his voice low and dangerous.
Islyl's eyes darken as he calls upon his powers. Blood begins to swirl around him, wrapping around his body like a cloak.
He extends a hand towards Max, a tendril of blood shooting out, wrapping around his wrist.
"Give me my papers. Now" Islyl orders in a soft voice.
Max's eyes widen in shock as he feels the tendril of blood wrap around his wrist. He looks at Islyl with a mix of fear and anger.
"You wouldn't dare," he says, his voice trembling slightly.
Islyl's grip tightens, and he pulls Max closer until they're face to face.
"I'm not playing around, Max," he says, his voice low and menacing.
"Give me my papers back now, or I'll break your wrist and every other bone in your body."
Max's bravado falters, and he reluctantly hands the papers back to Islyl. He looks at him with a mixture of fear and resentment, his eyes darting around the room.
Max, feeling emboldened by the fact that nobody is watching, decides to push his luck. He leans in close to Islyl and taunts him again.
"You know, I don't think you're a real man," he says, his voice dripping with mockery. "You're just a weak little boy who can't even stand up for himself."
He reaches out and grabs Islyl's crotch, giving it a hard squeeze.
"So you do have a —-"
Islyl's eyes flash with anger, and he lets out a low growl. He grabs Max's wrist and twists it, forcing him to let go of his pants.
"Don't you dare touch me like that," he snarls, his voice cold and deadly. Islyl's anger had reached the boiling point. He takes a step forward, his eyes blazing with fury. "I'm warning you, Max," he says, his voice low and dangerous.
Max, fueled by his own stupidity, lunges at Islyl. He tries to land a punch, but Islyl easily dodges it and counters with a swift punch of his own.
Max stumbles backwards, clutching his face where Islyl's punch landed.
Islyl takes advantage of Max's momentary lapse and grabs him by the collar, pulling him close.
"You're pathetic," he says, his voice dripping with contempt. "You think you can just attack me and get away with it? You're nothing but a weak little boy who can't even fight back."
Islyl kneels Max in the crotch, causing him to double over in pain.
Liam, who steps forward, puts a hand on Islyl's shoulder.
"Hey, what's going on here?"he says, his voice firm.
Islyl's eyes are still blazing with anger, but he reluctantly allows Liam to hold him back. He struggles against Liam's grip for a moment, but then he relaxes slightly, realizing that he's been pushed too far.
Liam holds Islyl firmly, making sure he doesn't do anything else to Max. He looks at Islyl with a mixture of concern and disappointment.
"You need to calm down," he says softly.
Islyl takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He looks at Max, who is still doubled over in pain on the ground. There's a flicker of guilt in his eyes, but it's quickly replaced by anger.
"He deserved it," he mutters under his breath.
Islyl takes another deep breath, his anger slowly subsiding. He looks at Max one last time, then turns to Liam.
"I'm leaving,"he says, his voice low and tired. "I've had enough of this."
Islyl turns his back on Max and walks away, his feet padding through the lobby.
Liam watches him go, then turns his attention back to Max.
Max is still on the ground, clutching his crotch and groaning in pain. Liam looks at him with a mixture of pity and disdain.l
Max looks up at Liam, his face twisted in pain and humiliation. Liam shakes his head and walks away, leaving Max alone on the ground. Max struggles to his feet, wincing in pain as he does so.
Max limps away, still clutching his crotch. He can feel the stares of other students as he walks out of the common area, and he knows that he's been humiliated.
As Max makes his way to the infirmary, he can't help but feel a sense of shame. He knows that he's made a fool of himself, and he can't help but wonder what Islyl will do next.
Will he seek revenge? Will he just let it go? Max has no idea, and the uncertainty is almost worse than the pain in his crotch.
Islyl: I couldn't care less about you, pervert.