hate you lots | s. heizou ✓

chapter 13

a/n: yk the drill. if ur sensitive towards
- graphic depictions of violence
- unconsensual romantic gestures
i'll try to provide a warning and summary? idk cuz these are pretty important points in this chapter so it would be kinda hard to summarize like the main points in the chapter
buckle up.

Tuesday.

Presentation day.

Y/N and Heizou walked into class together, the h/c-haired girl nervously fidgeting with her clothes as she took her spot next to the boy she hated the most in this class.

Albedo plastered a fake smile on his face, waving excitedly towards Y/N and patting the chair next to him. She sighed, exhausted. Heizou patted her on the back, giving her a reassuring smile. Leaning into her ear, he whispered, "I won't let him hurt you, alright?" She nodded, but she was already trembling.

Never in her life had she been this nervous about a presentation. Taking the seat next to Albedo, she refused to look at him. She wanted to get everything over with as soon as possible. He rolled his eyes at this, of course.

"Take your seats, class." Ms. Baal grumbled. The remainder of the class immediately got situated at the sound of her voice. "Here's how this is going to work. You will draw a paper from my desk, and will not open it until I say so."

Now taking the time to look up at her teacher, she noticed that there was a stack of folded papers on the desk. Slamming her whip on the desk, one person from each group stood up and made their way over, including Y/N.

Y/N frantically grabbed a paper, before walking back towards the desk. She sat down, staring at the paper. Albedo peeked over her shoulder.

"Open."

She opened the paper. The number three on it.

They would be presenting third.

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Y/N's heart panged loudly in her chest as she watched the second presentation closely. They were just about to finish.

They took their ending pose, and walked back to their seats.

She took a deep breath before standing up and walking to the front of the classroom along with Albedo. Standing next to each other, they both waited for the cue from Ms. Baal.

"A Lover's Tragedy by Lady Yae, correct?" She asked.

"Yes, Ms. Baal." Albedo replied.

Ms. Baal gave both of them a thumbs up, and they both got into their positions.

"My name is Y/N L/N, and I'll be playing Fighter."

"My name is Albedo Kreideprinz, and I'll be playing Puppet."

Y/N cleared her throat, before putting a hand on her heart. "Is your presence on purpose? Should you not be on a mission as of now?" She asked, making sure to add a slight hint of confusion in her voice in order to seem more authentic.

"I feel that it is necessary for you to follow along on the mission." Albedo said, holding his hand out to her.

"How absurd." She said, her voice annoyed. "You have enough strength, and most certainly have enough power. What is it that you want of me?" She stepped closer to him, looking at him in his eyes deeply.

"If you insist..." He paused. "I feel a connection with you, one that should not ever be severed." He folded his arms across his chest, changing his stance to a more relaxed one and he shifted his weight onto one leg.

"That is odd. Are you sure you are not just under the weather, sir?" Y/N moved to feel his forehead, as if he was sick. She stepped back. "You are far more powerful than me--"