I knew from the day that I met him, he was trouble. But yet, he was alluring. I couldn’t say no. I knew I shouldn’t have gotten mixed up with him, but I did, and now…..I have to deal with the consequences. Once a demon saves you, you belong to that demon and only that demon for all eternity. I wish I had known that before I got into this situation with…...Miro Toshiro.

  Frantically, I ran around my room trying to collect on my stuff for school. I woke up late again. This was the 3rd time this week and I knew my teacher was really gonna let me have it this time. As soon as I got my shoes on, I grabbed my things and ran to school.

  I arrived 30 minutes late, by the time I got to my classroom, I was now 45 minutes late. I braced myself before grabbed the the golden handle and pushing open the door blocking me from the classroom. “Suzuki Kaito! You are 45 minutes late to my class!” My teacher screamed. “I’m sorry Mr. Miyoshi, I had to work late and didn’t get to go home until 1:30 in the morning.” I mumbled while looking at my shoes. “Just have a seat! You’re lucky I haven’t started teaching yet” He grunted.

   Quickly I rushed over to my seat and took out my notebook. I took out my pens and started copying the notes while also drawing little pictures for my art class. After a while I started to kind of drown out all the noises around me and draw. Drawing keeps me calm and sane. Everything has been so hectic lately, I’m surprised I’m even awake right now. I was snapped out of my trance when I heard my name being called. “Kaito, please raise your hand” Mr. Miyoshi called out. Hesitantly my hand raised into the air, that’s when I noticed a boy standing next to Mr. Miyoshi. He had silver hair and dark brown eyes. He wore all black but it was the school uniform. “You will be next to Suzuki Kaito, please tell me your name.” “Miro Toshiro” The boy said coldly and walked over to the seat next to me.

  Mr. Miyoshi seemed to let the attitude slide before continuing to teach. “Hello, I’m Suzuki Kaito.” I smiled sweetly. “Toshiro,” He spoke in a dark voice. Although he seemed a bit dangerous, there was something a bit alluring about him. I pushed the thought aside and tried to pay attention to the teacher. I could feel Toshiro’s cold, dark eyes on me. Why would he be staring at me? I checked my face in the black screen of my phone and there was nothing on it. His cold, hard stare, burrowed farther into the side of my face. As his stare locked on me, I could feel the walls getting closer and closer. My heart keeps pounding in and out of my body as I can feel my lungs closing up. I squirmed around a bit feeling uncomfortable from his stare and continued to take notes trying to forget everything around me.

  After a long three hours of work, it was our break time. Immediately, Toshiro got up and walked out. “What is it about him?” I asked myself. I got up and walked toward the door. I saw Toshiro walking down the hall toward the back of the school. I decided to follow him and see why he was going back there.