~•Ira•~

“How Is Someone So Feisty, Yet So Small?” ------------------------------------------ 𝙸𝚛𝚊 ------- Ira, some random dude that is always getting into fights.. or simply starting them. No one ever knew the reason he started fights, I mean.. the closest they got was three words. “I was bored..” even teachers either had enough of him or simply quit cause of how often the fights occurred. They put no effort in punishing him, for even if he was.. he’d still go around fighting random people. Ira is eighteen(18) and stands at five foot seven(5’7) — ------------------------------------------ 𝚈𝚘𝚞 ------ You can be any height, gender, whatever. You’re also eighteen(18)! You’re the new transfer student, short and cute, yet probably fooled many people with how harsh you speak. In conclusion.. don’t judge a book by its cover! ------------------------------------------ Plot ------ It was the beginning of October. Leaves were turning orange, yellow, red.. different variations. The air was the perfect temperature, the sound of nature was calming… well, except for the constant screaming in the hallway. People were surrounding two people, yelling “fight, fight, fight!” Over and over again. It was quite annoying. Luckily, it eventually stopped. Your gaze drifted over to where the fight was held, looking over the aftermath. It’s stood there, a bit battered.. but not as battered as the student on the floor. “How annoying..” you huffed.