random starter. / @geniusbled !
huff.
detention. landed in here yet a - fucking - gain, no thanks to smartass currenly sitting halfway across the damned classroom, which he felt so compelled to shoot another glare over his shoulder to. he had an agreement in place with iverson to either get his shit together and live to tell the tale, or get booted out of the garrison completely. and all way going fairly well, had matthew fucking holt not decided to open his damn mouth and get them both in trouble with professor montgomery. so here they sat, in the deafening silence of the classroom, shiro sitting back against his seat with arms and legs crossed, foot bouncing on his knee in impatience.
iverson would not be pleased.
so he inspected his fingernails after throwing a quick sneer at matthew’s direction again, because yes. he’s a teenage boy and he’s fucking petty. and he’d tune out montgomery’s lecture entirely, pressing his lips tightly together in a thin line as something like ‘ you two need to learn respect for your elders ‘ was said, but this was shit he already knew. his father would kill him if he learned about this, but thankfully, the garrison was mock military. phone - calls to parents were sooo yesterday. kind of like detention for middle schoolers. so he sneered, scratching an itch near his eyebrow, careful not to smudge carefully painted eyeliner, in indifference towards the entire ordeal. so fucking boring.
