Assassins Can Be Heroes Too || Todoroki Shoto

|92| The Third-Year Research Project

"Rie."

The said girl gazed up from her seat on the couch, making eye contact with Snipe.

"Hmm?" she lowered her phone, turning around and resting her chin on the back of the couch, perking a brow, "oh, Snipe, do you need something?"

"Aizawa has informed me that you got into a little..." he searched for the right word, "scuffle, shall we say, with the A-Class, is that right?"

She scowled.

"I wouldn't call it a 'scuffle', per se," she crossed her arms, "just a... disagreement."

"Right..." he stated slowly, gazing down at her, "so we've come to an agreement... that you come to the third-year class until things have calmed down."

"Come to the..." she echoed in disbelief, "I'm sorry, what?"

"Aizawa and I have come to an agreement that you come to the third-year class until things have calmed down, you are to come to the third-year class and participate in their activities."

Her hair covered her eyes.

"I... understand that I still need to... study..." she hesitated, "but... I don't want to see anyone now."

She gazed to the side, Snipe watching her carefully before sighing.

"Well... I expect to see you in class tomorrow," he concluded, giving her one last side-glance before bowing slightly and exiting the dorms, presumably to return to the staff room or the staff dormitories.

"What was that about?" Itona entered, holding a bar of chocolate in his hand as usual and gazing at the door which Snipe had just exited through. He gazed back at the hesitant assassin, cocking his head curiously. "You don't... seem too happy."

"Bit of an understatement," she muttered, a frown etched onto her face, gazing down.

The only sound that could be heard was Itona biting on his chocolate bar.

"So?"

"Hmm?"

"What did Snipe want?"

By this time, the majority of the servants had shown up, the elevator letting out a small DING! as the doors slid open, revealing Killua and Alluka dressed in their casual clothing.

"Aizawa told him I fought with the A Class and wants me to instead go to the third-year class," she scowled, paying no attention, whining as a shadow leaned over, snatching her phone from her. She scowled, gazing up at a coyly-smirking Karma, who held her phone high in the air.

"And what did you say?" he hummed.

"I said no."

He blinked.

"Why did-"

"Because I don't want to see anyone," she muttered, standing up and stretching, "this is ridiculous..."

Her cousins and servants watched as she wandered to the dining room, the chefs eying her with amusement.

"What is it?"

"Technically, you're still seeing us," piped up Killua, "so I mean..."

"You..." she inhaled, exhaling as she realised she didn't want to snap at him, "so what do you guys think?"

"You're... asking us?"

"I'm going to regret this, aren't I?" murmured the assassin.

"I think you should go," Karma hummed.