[Jjk] Existence: Book 1 [Balancer]

Chapter 5 Yaga's Headache

Trivia #5: Later on when Nanami and Haibara finally come, Satoru would still hold his petty jealousy of not being able to be in one class with Kuma

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Kuma shot a look of disgust as Satoru proudly presented her uniform. She didn't mind the white hoodie with those bear ears and oversized sleeves, no. But the damned black skirt he was purposefully swaying at her teasingly was getting on her nerves. And it was even a short skirt for goodness sake. Suguru did offer her a pair of black leggings for consolation and in case that she didn't feel comfortable enough to wear the skirt. And she just raised her eyebrows, arched so highly that one would think it's a reversed u letter.

"Get 'em boy." Immediately at her command, Catoru straightened up with a hiss. Its sharp claws glinted under the light as it jumped and ripped the skirt in shreds, coincidentally grazing Satoru's hands while it's at it. The smirk dancing on Kuma's lips as the white haired Sorcerer gently held his hand in pain was enough of a sign that she won.

Or at least until she figured out that Satoru came prepared and brought endless copies of the abominable skirt. And by endless, she meant infinite. Literally. Just in case she attempted to just rip through all of the skirts he displayed, she even summoned Amanozako to help Catoru and her. But the skirts just kept coming on with Satoru pulling them out of God knows where-

In the end she was forced to give up since they were running late to their meeting with Yaga. Grumbling as she retracted the goddess' summon, she begrudgingly relented and was about to wear the incarnation of the devil called a skirt. But before she could take the skirt from Satoru's hnd, Suguru abruptly stopped her with a nearly apologetic chuckle as he whipped up a skort neatly wrapped to her. Kuma spent a good minute or so staring at the piece of clothing, unknowing whether to thank her savior or to burn him on the stake as a consequence of keeping it for so long.

Suguru rushed her in the midst of her decision making, saying they would be late if they didn't get going soon. So she simply abided and wore the skort, tagging along silently as they headed to the meeting. Catoru had pleaded to accompany them earlier, meowing as it snuggled to its owner's leg with doey eyes. Without a doubt, Kuma instantly gave in to the cute charm of Catoru and was about to pick the fluffy cat up. But Satoru had beaten her to it, grabbing the hissy white feline and threw it inside the house roughly before closing the door to lock it in.

Kuma gasped as she witnessed the scene, silver eyes widening in horror. The thrown cat wasted no time pawing at the glass door, letting out a trill of help to no avail as its owner was promptly lifted up and carried away by Satoru like a sack of potatoes. All the while sighing, Suguru followed suit behind them as he ignored the series of profanities Kuma was shouting out. The cat quieted down as they gradually faded from its view, its sharp icy glare never faltering from the transparent door. Perhaps it shouldn't have shown the human carbon copy of itself any mercy. The next time he came over, Catoru was going to murder him for sure.

On the other side of the school, Yaga couldn't help but feel 10 years were just stolen harshly from his life. As if Satoru and Suguru weren't enough, now the new recruit was also a troublemaker. In truth, it wasn't necessary for him to conduct an interview. But he was intent on understanding his students. The weak-hearted and lost ones have no place in his class, he desired no needless deaths that could be avoided from the beginning.

Though in this case... he supposed it was his dolls that were being massacred. He'll have to buy more materials and sew back the puppets later on. Bless him for his patience and hard work. He would've ordered the Strongest Duo to help him, but they're pure menace to his dolls. Meanwhile the cause of mayhem in question herself was also puzzled, a look of pure confusion as she clutched for dear life on Amanozako's back. The imaginary goddess was running amok, slicing relentlessly at any Cursed Corpses daring to attack her creator.