🃑 𝐂𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

Chapter 4

A/n: Forgot to say, sometimes I forgot that what I'm using so there are times when I used 'you' and 'she' to refer to the reader's character.

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You stood in front of a certain school.  The Mizo University, to be exact.

Glances of curious people being directed your way as you scrutinized the building—which in your mind is a cage of hell—before taking a step in.

You wouldn't really mind the stares of others. Safe to say it's not a common occurrence to see a woman who's appearance screams delliquent in every way. You weren't even wearing a school uniform!

It's pretty obvious you're not from here, but no one dared to stop you. The aura you're giving off is enough to scare people who have thoughts of preventing you from entering, so you smoothly walk into the building like you owned it.

When you got into the building, rows of classrooms greeted your sight. Obviously, you just got a hold of the exact university Takemichi attends—but you forgot to asked which room he is in because some people is busy disturbing you.

Licking your lips, you grabbed a random student, hand gripping tightly into their collar.

"Wh-What the hell man?!" the student yelp in shock at your sudden action.

You paid no mind to his reaction, eyes already glaring at him coldly without emotion.

The poor innocent student was intimidated and fascinated at your appearance at the same time, words no longer leaving his lips as he gaped.

"Do you know which room Hanagaki is in?"

Snapping out of his fearful dazed, the student gulped. "Ha-Hanagaki? I don't know him..."

"...."

The irritation that appeared on your face the moment his words fell immediately made the poor student flinch. Others who're watching what's happening also looks terrified, except to some courageous side characters; I mean, those who stepped forward.

"You mean Hanagaki Takemichi, right?"

You eyed the two people who came forwards, both who met your cold eyes head on but the slight jump they made was noticed by you.

"That's right." You curtly answered.

"I'm his classmate...he, he isn't in school right now."

Not in school?

"Then where is he?" you asked confused, letting go of the previous student you've interrogated—a student who is off no importance but innocent, not deserving of your rude scary actions.

"I saw him left with his friends. I don't know where they're headed tho."  the student said, eyes looking at you up and down without fear.

You ignore him, your hands being shoved on your pockets—a habit you have whenever you're thinking deeply about a matter.

Based on your own judgement, along with some basic information you've got to know from Takemichi whom you've met in the future.

In your eyes, that lame but kind black haired boy is...well, he doesn't seem like the type to skip schools, okay?

"So where could he be?" you asked yourself ignoring the perverted look directed at your body.

The sleeves shirt you're wearing was revealed due to your jacket—that isn't worn properly. It's probably also the reason why people have guts to openly offend you: you being a beautiful menace might also be the case.