If Honey had one thing to complain about after rebirth, it was the lack of cake.
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"3-E?"
The blond nodded, his purple eyes slightly narrowing as his mind drifted to one annoying redhead.
"Yes, we must put them in their place."
The strawberry blon...
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Irina comfortably exhaled into the night. Her sky blue eyes rested, gently closed as her lips gingerly formed into a light smile.
"Haaaah," the echo of her sigh broke the silence. She began to hum to herself, satisfied. The grin on her lips stretched, blooming into a large radiant smile, and her eyes happily crinkled.
She didn't know how much she loved her students until she faced this moment. If someone once told her she would break through the military— her employer's hideout, to save part of her current mission targets, she would have laughed. Who knows, she might have killed them even.
But now, it would be foolish of her to deny her fondness for those troublesome, disrespectful, annoying, and loud teenagers. Maybe it was her affection for them; they seemed almost cute in her eyes.
And— and they wanted her to mary Ka-ra-su-ma~~~
Hehehe
"Miss Jelavic?"
Irina broke out of her daydream, swiftly recomposing herself. She twirled on her heels, a perfect smile plastered on her visage to face the newcomer— oh, it's only Shimamori.
"Shimamori, fancy seeing you here."
Takashi stared at her minute silence. His cold-blue eyes icy and unreadable as he kept his lips in a straight indecipherable line.
Irina felt herself unnoticeably stiffen. Shimamori worked with the government, and nothing guaranteed that he wouldn't snitch on her. Although she knew she stood almost no chance against the soldier in hand to hand fight, Irina's hand still went to her backside where, underneath her jacket, she hid a weapon.
Takashi's eyes quickly caught on her movement, perhaps out of training or because Irina wasn't in the right mindset. He brought his sight back to the woman.
"Would you like for me to drive you back, Miss Jelavic?" he stoically questioned. He didn't wait for her to answer before he added, "Kyoya asked me to look over you."
Irina's hand let go of her weapon, the thought of Kyoya making her smile.
She wondered if Kyoya, too, liked the student as she liked them. She wondered if he also wanted this time to last.
