After getting kicked in the back. Y/n some how ended up in a relationship with a girl. Half yandere, half tsundere, and a sprinkle of cuteness. Irys isn't here to play around. Or is she?
Baelz: Hmm you tell me. Tell me what you want me to do...
*creaking*
Y/n: WATCH OUT!
One of the dusty bookshelf started to break. Tilting slowly behind Baelz then falling.
*Boom*
Y/n pushed Baelz away to avoid her from being crushed. They both fall onto the ground, Y/n found himself on top of Baelz.
Baelz: T-t GET OFF ME!
Y/n: Sorry!
Awkwardness fills the air.
Baelz: Thanks.
Y/n: Yeah, no problem...
Y/n walks out the room which prompted Baelz to follow. They both head to the meeting which was a bicycle shed to meet up with the rest of the club members.
Kronii: Find anything?
Y/n: Nothing.
Baelz: Mhm.
Kronii: Well, we did.
Mumei: After re-counting the chairs at the school hall we found that every type of chair was short of the same amount.
Fauna: Meaning someone had took a specific amount away.
Y/n: How much?
Kronii: 10 each.
Y/n: Could've this been a coincidence?
Mumei: I don't think so. Why would someone steal chairs in the first place right? They're just some ordinary, generic chairs.
The surrounding suddenly took a 360, the slow mesmerizing wind picked up as if a typhoon was coming. Everyone looked around to see what's happening.
Y/n: Irys?
Irys: Still hanging out with her huh?
Y/n: We're trying to figure something out here.
Irys: About the chairs?
Fauna: How did you know?
Irys: The other school took it.
Kronii: What?
Irys: Yep and they asked me to help.
Y/n: What?! Why did you help them?
Irys: Why not? They paid me to do it.
Kronii: Hold on, were the students from Vanguard High?
Irys: Yeah, they were. At first they told me they were only going to borrow the chairs and return them later.
Mumei: What are we going to do now?! We can't let our school down like this! It would be a total embarrassment if people knew we lost our chairs.
Kronii: Don't panic. How did they stole our chairs Irys?
Irys: Well...
*flashback*
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Irys: I hate going to school during the weekends. *Opens the main door*
Boy: Hey! Excuse me we need some help.
Irys: S-sorry I'm a bit busy.
Boy: No no please, it won't take long.
Irys: What do you need help with?
Boy: My name is Mark Theft, I'm from Vanguard. I'm here to pickup some chairs but I don't know where they're at.
Irys: Oh most of them are stored in there *points at storage room*
Mark: Ah thanks. Guys! They're in there.
A group of boys came with a crowbar walking towards the storage room outside.
Irys: Why is he carrying a..
Mark: Never mind him. What does a beauty like you doing here at school on a Saturday? Hmm.
Irys: I forgot my stuff inside.
Mark: Want me to accompany you getting it?
Irys: No, thanks. What are you doing with the chairs?
Mark: We're having a party.
Irys: A PARTY?! I-I mean, a party? Neat.
Mark: I know this a bit odd to ask but can you help us carry the chairs if you don't mind.
Irys: Uh, well I..
Mark: I'll pay you.
Irys: I'm not really in shape to-
Mark: What does 700$ sounds like?
Irys: Deal.
Mark: Good, the sooner we get this done the better.
Irys: I can help with one condition. I want everyone to turn around, count to 10.
Mark: Why?
Irys: Just do it.
Mark: Alright then.
Mark signals everyone to stop.
Mark: Ok now do what you have to do. 1...2..
Irys teleports behind the chairs and puts her hand on them. Irys teleports everything to the back of the truck in front of the school where the boys came from.
Mark: 10. WHAT THE HELL?!
Irys: Done, my 700 now.
Mark and the rest of the boys were shaking in fear. They did not know what just happened to them.
Mark: T-thank y-you for t-the help.
Irys: Good luck on the party.
Mark: The wha- oh yeah. Yeah thanks. Bye now.
All of them left.
Irys: They were totally stealing those. Oh well.
*flashback ends*
Irys: So that's how it went.
Y/n: *face palms* Why, do I even care at this point?
Baelz was holding her chest as if she's having a heart attack. Gripping tight to the pounding of her heart.
