Layla Monteith/Seojun

Seojun, originally, was on his way to Math but he decided had decided he had better things to do, especially since he already knew all the course matter and he wasn't in the mood for sitting in a room for forty-five minutes to hear everything he already knows. Instead, he went about hunting, looking for anyone who would be an entertaining a target. He stealthily tripped a first year, who hurtled into one of the grumpier fifth years who bonus, had to be humongous and played Fireball. He watched from the sidelines with a satisfied smirk as the fifth year threatened to crush the kid, holding him up by the collar of his shirt.

He watched for awhile, but the scene quickly lost his entertainment value and he sighed, stepping in to cause some mischief much more amusing. "Josh, chill," he told the fifth year, the Cheshire-like smile never leaving his face. "Professor will freak if you don't get to class. You'll handle it later, I presume?"
Josh slowly lowered the kid to the ground, letting out a low grunt. "Yeah, I guess." He kept the first year under his glare though. "You. Fireball Field. 5:30. Show up or I pummel you," he growled, before walking away. If Seojun could look even more inconspicuously sinister, he was.

He didn't look at the stranger who approached him, but greeted her with a "Thank you." He watched the two separate and then slipped his hands into his pockets. "May I ask what for though?"

He glanced at her with an indifferent smirk. "Why ever would you do that?" Seojun took in her features for future reference and made a mental note to get her name so he could check school files.

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lip quirking upward in subtle amusement. "And let everyone else have fun? Nah, I'm good."

He glanced in the direction in which Josh had taken off in. "We have a class or two together. Sometimes I help him with drills. I'm probably one of the few people he legitimately listens to."

"Unfortunately," he said, a flame springing from his palm. "Only one. Fireball isn't played with just fire elementals though, or else it'd be a useless sport."

"Sometimes... But I make do with what I have. I've seen what unsustainable greed can do to a person. It's not pretty." The fire in his hands diminished, his fingers closing over his palm. "Allow me to guess your element," he suggested, studying Layla. "You're not the charismatic type, are you?"

"Because charismatic people tend to attract the likability of the majority of them around them. You... blend in. It's like you're trying to camouflage yourself or something." He chuckled a little, looking away from Layla. The irony was that he did the exact same thing, but instead of disappearing into the background, he distracted others with chaos. "Lunar. Am I right?"

"Accepting mediocrity... I like it," he hummed. "Very interesting way to put it. Not to stereotype you or anything, but you're much more talkative than the lunars I've met."

"Being charismatic and being talkative are two different things." He tapped the rim of his glasses. "Charismatic people tend to be talkative, but talkative people are not always charismatic. It's like squares and rectangles. Squares are rectangles but rectangles are not squares."

He shrugged, slipping his hands into his pockets. "Fair enough." He glanced at the clock hovering over the top of the hallway entryway. "You should probably get to class. Teachers aren't so generous as to ignore your tardies this late in the year."

"Oh?" He glanced back at her, arching an eyebrow. "Well if you aren't going... Shouldn't you do something fun with the extra time?"