𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 - ★彡[​ꜱʜᴜ ɪᴛꜱᴜᴋɪ]彡★

𝑺𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝟖

Opening the classroom door, you gingerly stepped inside. It was the weekend so the hallways were eerily quiet, the normally bustling corridors empty and dark. As expected, Shu was sitting down at a chair, working on a dress for Mademoiselle.

"Well?" you deadpanned, walking over to him. "Why were you threatening me yesterday? I was shivering in my boots out of terror."

Shu glared at you. "Is that sarcasm?"

"What? You expect me to be afraid of your anger?" you scoffed. "I'm used to people being mad at me."

The man who was burning with belligerence haughtily stood up, glaring down at you with his searing violet eyes burning into my skull. You cocked an eyebrow at him, staring back without a hint of fear. 'Fear is the mind-killer.' That was one of the only statements you had read from one of the many novels that stuck with you. If he knows I'm afraid, it will only fuel his self-diagnosed 'dominance.'

"A stare-off wouldn't scare me, Itsuki," you smiled and took a step closer to him, causing him to stagger backwards in slight surprise. "Oops. Seems like you're the scaredy-cat here."

Eyes filled with rage and contempt, he walked closer to you and grabbed your chin. "You speak out of line, you haughty girl." He spat the last word out in disgust, his large hand digging into your skin. "You have not been given the right to challenge me."

Shaking his hand away, you tilted your head with a smile. "If I recall, you're the one who can't do anything but hand out weak threats in a futile attempt to scare me."

His eyes widened for a moment before returning to their cold glare. "Why did you come then?"

"Because the proposition sounded interesting," you shot back, "and I had nothing better to do. Don't worry, I don't have any ulterior motives."

"I suppose I'll believe you," Shu moved over to a rack of dresses and took one of them off. It was a medieval-styled mahogany dress, lines of gold thread were intricately sewn into the bodice and white frills were added to the shoulders. The skirt was long, but didn't reach further than the ankles, white fabric underlying the red to add more depth through movement.

"Try this on. Afterwards, I'd like to know your thoughts. Please be honest, as I don't tolerate liars," he handed you the dress harshly, as if he despised the very idea of you putting your hands on it.

"Can I put this on by myself?"

"Yes, it just needs to be hooked in the back. If you cannot do it, I will provide my assistance," he shoved you towards the corner of the room in which there was a curtain rack that shielded your body from outside view. "You can change here."

"'Kay." You took the dress off the hangar and gently put it on, taking note to be incredibly delicate in your movements. Even if Shu wasn't your favorite person on the planet, you acknowledged how much time and effort he put into his craft. Messing it up intentionally or through being brazen was disrespectful and immoral.