Matvei Czernobog Kozlovsky
The Russian boy fidgeted nervously with his black bag, watching his steps as he approached the school. Today, was yet again, the first day of school. Another year, which always effected Matvei in some way. At least he had Miu and Nathan he could properly speak to; a minor reason though of his nervous aura is because of the fact that Eros will be there, most likely, and obviously Matvei disliked getting picked on.
Extending a pale hand to push open the doors, he walked through and "click-clack" went his boots against the tiled flooring. More or less, Matvei dressed formally, though, not too formal, just generally. Wearing a black sweater vest, the color of his curly hair, over a long-sleeved, white collared shirt, along with black, simple skinny jeans and boots, he looked like a schoolboy.
Trailing down a hall, he nodded to other students to greet them briefly, thoughts running around his head. Once he made it to his classroom door, he wrapped a hand around the knob and inhaled sharply, attempting to calm himself, but unfortunately it was quite futile. Matvei turned it and cracked the door open just a bit to be able to stick his face through to look around, and immediately, he felt himself tense. Shoot! That Eros kid was there.
Pulling the door open all the way, he stepped inside the classroom with another clack and looked to Mr. Walkins, forcing a small smile with plump lips onto his face and nodding in greeting. "Hello, Mr. Walkins." The boy said softly, turning to head to his desk, avoiding eye contact with people. Setting down his bag, he almost had a heart attack of relief: Miu was here, and asleep. Sweet dreams?
Bringing his legs to his chest as he sat in his comfortable seat, he fished out his drawing pad and hid it in his desk as he continued a sketch he had been working on before, a gentle hue of pink rising to his pale cheeks as he chewed on his bottom lip, yellow eyes narrowing as he studied each line and curve, silently wondering when his best friend will arrive, Nathan, of course.
Looking up from his sketching, he saw Steve and Sayuri, watching them for a quick moment before glancing back down to his drawing in which made his blush deepen, continuing the sketch, once again.