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"Hey, did you receive my text last night?" Elizabeth ran after Meliodas in the hallway the next morning. Meliodas turned to her to give her one of his small smiles, "I did, sorry I left you on read, I fell asleep."

"If we were together, I'd be hurt and annoyed," Elizabeth frowned dramatically. She saw the confused look on Meliodas' face and laughed at his reaction, "I said 'If', silly." Meliodas chuckled, his confused expression disappearing in a second, "sorry."

He was a bit uncomfortable since the first person he had to converse with so early in the morning is supposed to be dead in a few hours. And by his own hands, too.

Totally normal, totally fine.

While Meliodas was drowning in his thoughts, he didn't notice Elizabeth grabbing his hand when the bell rang. His eyes were locked on their hands intertwined, then up to her head as they walked through the hallway, "c'mon, we'll be late."

When was the last time someone held my hand like this?

His eyes were still on the back of her head, examining the features that he could absorb with his current proximity. One would usually admire Elizabeth's beautiful features, but what Meliodas was doing was something else. He was examining her as to where he'd hit. The chest? The arms? Legs maybe?

A small smirk appeared on his face as the calculations in his head concluded to where the perfect place would be.

Her head.

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Of all the days that Elizabeth was going to be with him all day, it had to be today. Meliodas internally screamed as he didn't like the idea of a dead girl walking around next to him or around him in general.

Meliodas took a seat and saw Elizabeth sit in front of him. He watched her rummage through her bag, and hear a dissatisfied grunt, "do you have an extra pen on you, Meliodas?" She asked without looking up as she closed her bag with a sigh.

"Yeah, hold on a sec," Meliodas opened his bag and took out one of his pens from inside, and passed it to her. She took it with a wide smile on her face, "Thanks, you're such a lifesaver!"

Ironic.

Meliodas didn't know what to call Elizabeth, really. A classmate would have sufficed, but there was something more with the pair. They were more than that in the sense that they were constantly around each other but never hung out in any way.

Elizabeth was different, Meliodas would call it. The surrounding feel was different, she wasn't a suffocating prissy like the other girls in their school; she was comfortable for an unknown reason. Or maybe because she was just as good at acting as he was. She was an agent herself.

Their classes ended quickly, Meliodas didn't pay attention to most of it. He spent his time thinking of other things. Like how Elizabeth's lifeless body would look on the ground tonight, how people would rush over her and how good it would feel to kill another person—

"Thanks for the pen, friend," Elizabeth turned back with the same smile, putting the pen on his desk for him to take and put back in his bag. Meliodas gave her another look of confusion, "Friend?"

Elizabeth lightly gasped, putting her hand on her chest in a fake offended manner, "you don't think of me as a friend?"

More confusion. Meliodas blinked and tilted his head to the side with the same blank yet confused expression, "Are we?" He watched as Elizabeth's smile turned into a frown in an instant, the usual light in her eyes died down along with her hand dropping to her side, "I assumed we were for the past five months, Meliodas," she silently chuckled before standing up and leaving the room.

Guilt suddenly ate him up, which was odd. He never felt guilty. Well, whenever he killed he wasn't, but he assumed that this was an uncommon situation so he didn't question what he was feeling.

He looked for her. He roamed around the halls, the cafeteria, and even stayed outside the girl's bathroom for ten minutes hoping nature called, so she left the room quickly.

He stopped walking after his second roam through the halls. He debated whether to go back to the classroom or look for her some more. "Where is she anyway? This is all my fault, that was rude of me," Meliodas sighed in frustration.

Why was he taking an effort in looking for her, anyway? She was going to die tonight.

"Meliodas?" His thoughts were once again disrupted by the same female that he'd been looking for the entire time. He looked behind him and saw Elizabeth standing with a confused but weary face. Meliodas frowned at the sight, he caused that look on her face, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say what I said. I find it hard for me to have friends."

A small smile appeared on her face and her eyes began to shine at his apology, Meliodas was oddly satisfied by this, and the guilt eating up at him disappeared. He didn't understand why this was all happening on this day, today of all days, where she had to be his target, where she had to be his victim.

"Then we're friends then! Best friends even."

Why did she have to be a threat? 

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