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The bell rung to signify the end of today's last class.
Students who are part of a club left to do their own club activities, those who don't went back to their homes.
Mika, who stood up begrudgingly to walk to the detention room, had on a dark expression formed in a blank look.
She opened the door to be met by the faint smell of tobacco, scrunching her nose in disgust, she entered the quiet room with only one person inside, his back facing her, unbothered.
The sounds of faint gum chewing was heard as she stepped closer to the familiar figure of the leisure boy who must have smoked cigar earlier.
"It smells disgusting here. Did you smoke?" She started with a tranquil yet a bit bothered tone.
The boy with indigo hair, turned his disgruntled face to look at her directly in the eyes as she sat one seat away from him. "It's a bit hard to quit smoking." He murmured loud enough for her to hear as he looked down, speaking on familiar terms with her.
Mika stayed quiet, her fingers tapping her table with no particular pattern. "Yesterday, You were picking a fight with me. Why do you dislike me when we just met?" She asked a bit confused, trying hard to remember if she has met him before.
Scaramouche held his head with a hand, a frown drawn on his face. "Just met..?..! Don't play dumb with me, 'young lady'." He called out with a not impressed expression as she widen her eyes in surprise.
His little outbursts was met with the girl's silence, a familiar feeling arose as he basked in the silence of the room, only their breathings can be heard and the ever so often gum he chewed on.
"I'm feeling nice today, So I'll tell you Our past that you forgot."
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Today is a normal day, The usual day where Kunikuzushi would be lectured by the teacher how lacking he is compared to Miss Azraelle, the little lady that mostly goes by Mika, but to honor her birth name which is Azraelle, they call her as such.
Kunikuzushi gritted his teeth as he endured the words he always hear everyday in elementary class.
"Kunikuzushi! What's with this drawing? Why don't you try to be like Miss Azraelle, Excelling in arts and all the other classes!" The teacher lectured as the little boy, Kunikuzushi sets his gaze down.
He just couldn't find any interest or motivation to study, if not he would definitely be better than this girl, 'Miss Azraelle'.
Azraelle, the little girl with long black hair and white highlights, sat in her seat gracefully, staring straight ahead as she was surrounded by her classmates who praised and tried to get her to talk.
