Rin was sitting in the back of the class reading the first book of Heaven official’s blessing. Rin managed to get halfway through the book when other students started pouring in 3 hours later. Rin soon then put a bookmark in the middle of his book, then closed it, taking his feet off the desk and sitting up straight. Rin was focused on the teacher as he was writing down notes without having to look at his paper. His gaze soon shifted when he heard the door swing open and caught a glimpse of long silver hair.
In that moment, Rin’s pen stopped taking notes, and he drowned out the teacher with his own thoughts. Once he did that, he sat back in his chair and looked at the man who was having a friendly conversation with some girls. His hair went down his back, the tips of it touching his butt, as his skin was pale, and his eyes sky blue. Due to his frequent interactions with females, he was given the nickname "Princess of the School." This sickeningly handsome and pretty devil is none other than Lucien Blood.
The bastard is kind to everyone, mostly towards the women. The bastard also has a new girlfriend every week; he is such a playboy. He is the one and only person who made me interested in them. My interest, though, isn’t much. I just wanna sit there and torment him to shatter his ego and make him beg for my forgiveness. No one should treat a woman's feelings like mere playthings and then shatter them. Then again, at the same time, I am not interested in helping them.
I might not like how he treats women, but it has nothing to do with me. Rin then opened his book back up and continued to read it. Lucien, who was at the bottom of the classroom, saw Rin paying him no mind. Not used to it, Lucien stopped talking to the girls and took a step towards Rin. That’s when Rin said his first words to Lucien.
“Don’t even think about it.”
“And why not Rin?”
“I would rather not have the princess of the school sit next to me in class. Plus, it’ll be a pain in the ass having so many people near me.”
“Well, maybe you should socialize more.”
“What part I don’t like nor interested in people do you not understand? Now scram, before I break your arms, your highness.”

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