"Don't you think I'm scary?"
"Scary? My God, you're divine"
_____________________________________________________________
In which Akise Miho, the divine one chosen by the gods, and Gojo Satoru...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Position 位置
"Miyazaki, report all the case-files of every mission you've taken while being out of Tokyo. It's completely-" The said girl zoned out the words of a higher up, that was telling her to follow his words.
It didn't take her that long to be dismissed since her filles were arranged in a proper order. She was neat, well, mostly because she was very anxious of losing even a single paper from her case.
She walked out of the room with her bag in hand. Turned around to give a light bow to the elder before shutting the door. She looked at the man that was leaning on the wall beside the door.
Without exchanges of words, they started to walk away in a silence. Just the two, and the sound of their shoes tapping on the floor as they walked.
"Tsukumo Yuki, you know her?" He started speaking. "One of the special grade like us? I heard you're going on a mission with her the next week. I also heard that I was an option too, but you chose her and not me."
Her eyes flickered to him before settling on the surroundings. She caught the smallest details of where a crack is on the wood, what size stain is on the wall, how far up the trail of ants are going.
"Are you scared I'm gonna steal the spotlight from you? Hah! You're still an attention seeking bitch."
His words weren't enough to get an outburst out of her. She was always taught to be calm and handle arrogant low-life people patiently. Well, the man besides her isn't a low-life in a single term.
"I chose her because I haven't worked with her. And any person with sane mental stability will choose her if you're the other option. We can both see which one of us is a self centered man-whore, Satoru."
"Kissing a thousand woman doesn't make me a man-whore." His words made her look at him in disbelief. She scrunched her nose as the judgemental thoughts filled her up.
Miho knew she had no right to judge the how many women he wishes to be intimate with. It's his choice to do so and she doesn't honesty care but it wasn't something to be proud of.
She chose not to say anything. Hearing no reply from her made him nudge her arm with his elbow. She glanced at him and let out a simple hum to question his actions.
Satoru had mischief in his mind, judging from the smirk creeping on his lips. He nudged her once again, before repeating the childish act. His smirk widened at the irritated look on Miho's face.
He was annoying her when a hard thing hit his back with force. A loud smack echoed in the hall. Heads poked out of rooms to see the commotion. All the sorcerers went back to their work when they saw it was just Miyazaki dragging a slumped Gojo on the floor.
