"It" Can't Be Helped (Revised) | ✔️ | Blue Exorcist

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I spat into the toilet bowl and flushed it's contents down the drain. Walking out of the stall, I approached the sinks, turning on the tap and washing my hands. I was in the cram school bathroom, its ornate decorations stretching into the restrooms. I dried my hands and walked out into the hallway and back toward Yukio's class. I'd excused myself halfway through the lesson, feeling the urge to vomit. It was something that was happening far more often. I knew it's cause, as well.

I pushed open the classroom door and returned to my seat, my twin not stopping his train of thought. No one else paid much mind to my entrance either, my bathroom break appearing like a normal body function. I sighed and tapped my pencil against my desk, trying to focus on the assignment.

My time limit was approaching rapidly, and with Shura halting our lessons together, I was no closer to gaining my Knight meister. I had two weeks, two fucking weeks before it will be six months. No one has brought up the matter, and I couldn't blame them. I fucked up, throwing a hitch in our already tight plans. And talking about it won't change anything. They either forgot about my execution, or they didn't want to worry me in my last few days.

The bell rang and I realized I hadn't learned a single thing during class. However, at this point, did it even matter? It's not like continuing my education for the next two weeks would change the outcome. I could drop out of the academy if I truly wanted to, maybe enjoy my last moments wandering around the country. I knew escaping would be impossible. If I even set foot on a plane or ship, a massive man-hunt would ensue.

There was a light punch to my arm and my eyes flickered over to meet maroon irises. "Stupid, I called your name twice. Did you hear me?" I blinked, coming back to my senses and shaking my head. She quirked an eyebrow, but didn't press the issue. "I asked if you were doing anything tonight." I shook my head once more, I rarely had plans. Unless there was a mission or the one off chance that Bon invited me out, I was always at the dorm. "Can I come over?" Oh? My previous conversation with Bon popped into my mind and I felt my cheeks begin to tingle. "I'm a little behind on my cram school homework. And I need help with my math homework, too." Ah, never mind. I pushed myself out of my seat and collected my things.

"Sure, same as last time?" I glanced over my shoulder and she nodded, turning back to her desk and grabbing her own things. I pulled my bag onto my shoulder and started walking out the door, but Yukio grabbed my elbow. I hummed and he gave me a look, tilting his head in Kamiki-chan's direction. I rolled my eyes, "it's not what you think," I whispered. He huffed, his expression dubious.

"No funny business, I have a meeting to attend in a few minutes." My eyes nearly escaped from my skull, offended that he even thought I would try anything. "I'll be home in like an hour."

My nose wrinkled and I narrowed my eyes at him. "Don't worry, I don't plan on making you an uncle." He gasped, choking on the air. I took a bit of pride in that reaction and smiled at him. "This is just like last time, she just wants to study. What's wrong with that?"

"What's wrong with what?" It was my turn to choke as Izumo appeared beside me. I turned to the side and coughed into my elbow, my cheeks burning a bright red as I cleared my throat. "Nothing, we were just talking about the class." I ran my hand through my hair and gave her a sheepish smile. "Are you ready?" She huffed and nodded, reaching up to smooth out her ponytail. I waved goodbye to my brother, giving him a pointed glare before exiting the room.

The two of us walked in silence until we reached the exit of the cram school, where we bid each other farewell. I sighed as I made my way to my dorm, relaxing slightly. Yukio seemed to be misunderstanding things. Why on earth would I pursue a relationship? That seemed foolish and selfish. I wouldn't be around this time next month, why would I play with someone's emotions by confessing?