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3: docile (2)

3: docile (2)

"Shi, Shi, Shihori, hori-san—"

"Shh stay still, Yuuta-kun."

Inside the classroom, Satoru and his three students glanced at the door with deadpanned expressions.

That... sounded not quite right.

Placing his hands on both hips, Satoru couldn't help but call out in a deadpan tone; "You know, dear Shihori, hearing you say that makes my imagination run wild." What was with the stay still? Did his childhood friend even realize how wrong that sounded?

The door slammed open, startling the three students inside the classroom and poor timid boy standing behind Yua Shihori. "Your brain needs to be bleached," the delicate Shihori scowled. "Better yet, go out and find someone to fu--" He paused in an instant.

Shit, there's children here.

"Anyway," Shihori cleared his throat, ignoring how Satoru looked as if he was about to explode in laughter any second now. "I know you've been quite pent up lately, Satoru. Why don't you go on with your night life like the cheap man you are? I'll look after your students; it's not like they learn anything meaningful with you."

"Pfft--" Maki snorted. "Cousin, you're going to destroy Satoru's ego if you keep talking."

"He has an ego? I think I've beaten that into dust since many years ago."

"Okay!" Satoru interrupted them with an annoyed smile. "Let's have our new student enter and introduce himself, alright? Roasting Satoru is over!" He formed a cross with his arms, obviously wishing to have a little bit of his dignity left in front of his students.

Shihori and Maki shared a knowing look before they snickered under their breaths.

Turning his head, Shihori gestured at Yuuta to enter.

Yuuta fidgeted in place. It has been a while since he'd been in the same room as other people. Ever since he arrived at the college, he had been staying alone, afraid that Rika would come out of nowhere again. However, seeing Shihori, the restlessness in his heart settled down.

No matter how hard he tried to think of the reason why being around Shihori calms him down; he only knew that he liked being around the older man. The negative thoughts invading his mind quieted down around Shihori and Yuuta loved that feeling of being free from them.

Taking a step forward without hesitation, he didn't realize the way the atmosphere changed the second he entered the classroom. Each step he took caused the gravity around his peers to increase. Standing in front of them, Yuuta played with the tip of his fingers.

"I, I'm Okkotsu Yuuta. Nice to meet you--" The sound of zipper unzipping reached his ears. Without so much as blinking an eye out of fright, a blade flew towards his face. It angled slightly to his right, almost cutting his cheek, and the blade sunk into the chalkboard behind him.

Beside Maki, Panda and Inumaki Toge were also prepared to make a move.

"Don't you know you're cursed?" Maki narrowed her eyes at him before she shifted her attention towards her cousin. "Hori, this is a place to learn about curses. You should be very clear about that."

Under her scrutinizing gaze, Shihori shrugged his shoulders. Like her, he was surprised to see Yuuta who he hadn't been in contact with since around three years ago. Imagine his surprise when he saw the teen standing behind Satoru earlier.

Instead, Satoru began explaining about the... basics.

Shihori, who stood at the side, shot his childhood friend a look. "Satoru, you... you brought Yuuta-kun here without even explaining what kind of school this is?"