Sweet Devil [BL]

Chapter 143. Not My Boyfriend!

"You're not rushing home today?" Vanessa asked, half-sitting on Misha's desk as she peered down at her friend. "The bell already rang, if you haven't noticed."

Upon hearing the sweet, honeyed voice, Misha lifted his eyes from his homework, glancing askance at the teenager. But he didn't answer. Instead, a disapproving look flashed across his face as his eyes landed on the girl's low neckline. It revealed way too much skin, and when she leaned closer, her shirt dropped further, unveiling the upper part of her black lace bra. Misha's frown then deepened, creasing his forehead until it was filled with wrinkles.

"Stop it with the stern, paternal look!"

"Then wear proper clothes! As long as you don't, I'm not gonna stop. It's that simple."

"Oh gosh, how many times did we have that conversation again? I can wear whatever clothes I want!"

"Sure."

Misha snorted, pretending he hadn't seen Vanessa's roll of eyes. Whatever she said, he just couldn't help it! In his mind, she was still that mischievous little girl who loved to jump on his back and pester him to play house. Although he had known her as an adult in the first timeline, her cute, childish face had long overwritten her grown-up appearance in his mind. Honestly, he could barely remember what she looked like as a twenty-something-year-old woman.

Thanks to that, he saw her as a child and inherited the mindset of a big brother. After all, he was mentally older than her—twice her age, even. If he considered the first timeline he lived through and the years he spent in this one, he was well over thirty years old; he was basically a middle-aged man in the body of a teenage boy! So, of course, he'd react like an overprotective father!

Anyway, that wasn't the biggest problem at hand. No, the problem was that high schools were filled to the brim with teenagers full of hormones, and he feared some boys would try to take liberties with Vanessa. She was a beauty who loved to flung her assets, so bewitching she left others speechless. Meanwhile, boys of her age had only one thing in mind: losing their virginity. They were wolves in sheep's clothing that couldn't wait to devour a lamb, and Vanessa was one hell of a delicious-looking lamb. Or so, that was what Misha thought—and yes, he did not trust his classmates one bit, not even the girls.

"So?" Vanessa grinned, snapping Misha out of his thoughts. "How come you're doing your homework instead of leaving? That's not like you."

"...Gaby has something to do," Misha grunted, propping his chin on his hand. "He'll come to fetch me in about half an hour."

"Oh, so your boyfriend is busy?"

"Goddamn it, Vaness! He isn't my boyfriend...! What if someone overhears you and believes your bullshit?"

"Oh, come on, it's plain as day that you're in love with him. And considering how he indulges you and your nasty temper, it—"

"If you don't shut up, I'm gonna tell Isaac that you cheated on him."

"What?! I'd never!"

Misha sneered.

"Alright, I know you don't like him, but could you maybe not make it so obvious?"

"Why?" Misha grimaced. "He's an ass who loves to bully his classmates and never shuts up, always spouting nonsense and whatnot. It's amazing how that guy can run his mouth without ever pausing to breathe. Seriously, what the hell does he have for lungs? Oxygen tanks?"

"Fine, fine! He loves to tease others and talks a lot, but it doesn't warrant so much hate from you!"

"Since when do I need a reason to hate someone's gut?"