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I immediately saw grim and the others sitting altogether by the end of the cafeteria hall. I pass by a sand colored haired male. Shrugging off the feeling, I made my way towards their table. "Ciel! That guy stole my deluxe menchi katsu!" "Stole your bread? Didn't you gave it to him?" "Ooh ooh, today is..... The worst ...... Day ever." Grim uttered as he munched his food.

'i feel the need to sleep. I'm not hungry' Ciel was snapped out of his trance when ace shook him. The Mocha haired male groaned, feeling dizzy. Rubbed his closed eye lids, "Ciel, are you really doing fine?" "Hm?" Ace place his hand on ciel's forehead, before retracting it back. "You're burning!" Ace stood up, carrying the male in his arms, deuce stood abruptly, taking the leftovers to waste.

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Deuce tucked in the male, "I'm really fine, it's just a fever. We still have classe--" "Stay here. And don't be stubborn. You're not feeling well." "But, I...." "I will--i mean we, we will take care of you. We'll tell the headmaster that you're not feeling well."

Deuce brushed the male's mocha locks from his face, he still looks cute even when having fever. Ciel's face in puffy red. Deuce sighed, standing up from his sitting position about to go when ciel dragged down deuce beside him. The Mocha haired male didn't uttered a word. Deuce face redden, feeling the ciel tighten his grip around Deuce's waist.

( Goodness, what in the world I'm writing )

"Please, don't leave me Clara. Don't leave me alone. Papa... I'm sorry..... I'm sorry. I won't sing again. I promise I won't..... Please don't hate me." The Mocha haired male sniffled, followed by a soft sobbing. Deuce was taken aback, who was Clara? But shaking his thoughts off, he rub the male's back to ease him. Ciel's sobbing quiet down, deuce embraced the male's sleeping form. A certain maple haired male grits his teeth with a scowl expression before stepping out of the infirmary.

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w̸o̸n̸t̸ t̸h̸a̸t̸ h̸u̸r̸t̸ t̸h̸e̸ c̸h̸i̸l̸d̸?

n̸o̸ n̸e̸e̸d̸ t̸o̸ f̸r̸e̸t̸, t̸h̸e̸ c̸h̸i̸l̸d̸ w̸i̸l̸l̸ b̸e̸ f̸i̸n̸e̸. b̸e̸s̸i̸d̸e̸s̸, i̸f̸ h̸e̸ f̸o̸r̸g̸o̸t̸t̸e̸n̸ a̸b̸o̸u̸t̸ t̸h̸a̸t̸ t̸h̸i̸n̸g̸, t̸h̸e̸r̸e̸l̸l̸ b̸e̸ n̸o̸t̸h̸i̸n̸g̸ t̸h̸a̸t̸ w̸i̸l̸l̸ d̸i̸s̸t̸r̸a̸c̸t̸ h̸i̸m̸.

Y̸o̸i̸r̸e̸ s̸t̸i̸l̸l̸ s̸e̸l̸f̸i̸s̸h̸ a̸s̸ y̸o̸u̸ a̸l̸w̸a̸y̸s̸ a̸r̸e̸, a̸n̸a̸s̸t̸a̸c̸i̸u̸s̸.

I̸t̸s̸ f̸o̸r̸ t̸h̸e̸ b̸e̸s̸t̸. D̸o̸n̸t̸ t̸e̸l̸l̸ h̸i̸m̸ a̸n̸y̸t̸h̸i̸n̸g̸ a̸b̸o̸u̸t̸ h̸i̸s̸ t̸w̸i̸n̸.

𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙? 𝕮𝖑𝖆𝖗𝖆?? 𝖂𝖍𝖔 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙? 𝕾𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌? 𝕿𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖘? 𝕴 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉.