[center][h3][color=#d40b0b]Zephyr Heidrich[/color][/h3]
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While the redhead attempted to grasp the current situation, Zephyr further scrutinized “Fatty.” He could tell without poking the stout extremities that cultivated muscle laid beneath the outer layers of fat. Looks could be deceiving, as they say. A claim supported by the lingering fact that the one currently standing got the floor wiped with him. He found it a tad ironic how the victor was the one who inevitably found himself sprawled on the grass. Then again, if the old man hadn’t intervened and the blond was left to his own devices…

Zeph pocketed the thought as he stood up just as words began to gravitate from the conscious student’s mouth. As soon as his ears picked up the first syllable, he had already noticed the tinge of an accent. Russian most definitely. His theory was only bolstered once the student disclosed his name while Zephyr turned to face him. [color=#d40b0b]”Vlad…”[/color] He parroted as he penned down the name in his memory bank. Unfortunately there weren’t that many listed beyond two specific individuals. The name sounded common to be frank, but now that Zephyr could connect a face, voice, and personality to it, it became undeniably unique. [color=#d40b0b]”Vlad.”[/color] He repeated once again, nodding as he finalized the process.

At least Vlad had restored his composure by this juncture. The red locks covering his head no longer burned with the insatiable urge to be set aflame. Zephyr took a mental sigh of relief as Vlad continued on and explained to the newcomer his personal standing with the blond, during which he had christened the first year “Pipsqueak.” Of course he wasn’t peeved off by this sobriquet, since he was after all only fifteen. A few more years were allotted to him for growth, albeit not a lot. His senior then replied to his earlier prospect and opted to help carry him back. Although Zephyr had already intended to use a clandestine form of assistance to lighten their load, it seemed that Vlad had already given up all hope.

Zephyr only let out an unnoticed [color=#d40b0b]”Oh.”[/color] as Vlad’s palm set itself on a collision course with the blond’s cheek. He didn’t flinch in the slightest at the clap of skin that reverberated through the air. Glassy eyes loomed over the other student who had been abruptly torn from his slumber. 

If the boy had the capacity to chuckle or express humor in the slightest, he would have. Grim reaper? Before setting his senior’s worries to rest, he quickly crouched over the student and pressed him down with a hand placed flatly on his chest. He didn’t want to give the master more muck to clean up. Now that the student was awake, he intended to eliminate the possibility of a rematch, and to get to this bottom of this situation. 

A blank gaze met eyes filled with bewilderment and tumult. If Zephyr had been in his place, he would have been unsettled just as much. The boy took in a soft breath and broke the ice, [color=#d40b0b]”Although twenty-one grams isn’t much of a burden, I’m not able to carry such a weight.”[/color] It was clear that they couldn’t even fathom to move him in this state. With this revelation set in stone, Zephyr plopped himself right on the ground below him and dug into his satchel. The rest of his luggage, despite how little there was, had been left with a dorm parent since a verdict had yet to be reached on his room. After he sifted through its contents, the boy in formalwear produced a manga volume, titled Kaori Ozaki’s [i]The Gods Lie[/i]. With the book in his hands, he gently placed his fingertips on the fine pages and became totally engrossed in the art style. [color=#d40b0b]”We’ll wait here until you feel like you’re able to move or be moved.”[/color] He notified the blond with his eyes still locked on the contents of the book. [color=#d40b0b]”Oh. I’m Zephyr Heidrich. He’s Vlad.”[/color] He introduced the two in a lackluster fashion, completely absorbed by the book.

The area that had just experienced intense conflict was now tranquil. Serene. A perfect bubble to indulge in the written word and dreams manifested by creativity.

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