(Sorry for the late update and any writing shifts I had practically forgotten about this story)
Mokoto looked around the room. It was, clean. But what had he expected from the ultimate prodigy. Really the room wasn't notably different from his own room save for a pile of books on the desk. He pointed to the stack, "what're you reading?" hopefully he wouldn't get a response like you wouldn't understand it.
Byakuya looked at the books and picked one up, "You wouldn't understand it," He smirked as he saw Makoto physically deflate, "but it's a text about a murderer."
Makoto walked over and looked at the book, "Which one?" his eyes scanned the page as his brows furrowed, "I can't read this."
Byakuya smirked, that was a rather cute expression. Wait no, it absolutely was not. That was the expression of an idiot which was irritating not cute. Not even from Makoto. No especially from Makoto, "Of course you can't read it. I wouldn't expect someone like you to be able to read french. This is about Genocide Jack." Makoto turned the page and stumbled back gasping at the page littered with pictures of 'his' victims.
"Th-this is" Makoto said with a pale face
"These are the people he killed." Byakuya had been examining the people Toko had killed as Jill. Mostly as a survival tactic. After all if he knew how she killed he could avoid being killed, "Do you se-" he was cut off by a ring sounding through the room, "Oh what now." he muttered heading to the door
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A Tsundere's affection
FanfictionA fluff story taking place shortly after Sakura's trial shipping Makoto and Byakuya, from Byakuya and the narrator's perspective
