Tanren Academy is a prestigious school where breaking rules determine what your status is. Above all, one male stands as the ruler of the students. Labeled the Emperor, he is known to be both feared and loved by fellow classmates.
The Emperor has a...
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Suzume was seated on a wooden chair uncomfortably inside a warehouse miles away from civilization, one leg crossed over the other, her arms folded atop her chest.
Being told that the Emperor had summoned her was an obviously surprising thing, but add the very fact that the meeting place was in a remotely isolated warehouse just completely shocked the woman.
Questions ran through her mind, but she kept them chained within, knowing how deadly consequences would be if word got out of her questionable behavior towards the Emperor.
Suzume bit her lips, patience wearing thin. She scanned the dusty room, noticing how it was only her and four other men, all of whom were wearing colored ties.
The air lingered with a metallic scent, and because she was a certified nurse, Suzume knew the smell had to belong to the crimson liquid that flowed within the human body—blood.
Her prying thoughts were cut short when the only entrance to the warehouse was opened, and none other than the Emperor himself entered, a man with a red tie escorting him.
"Mr. Saito," Suzume stood up, composing her posture. "I have questions," she nervously chuckled.
"And I need answers," Kousuke stopped three feet away from the nurse, his face emotionless yet sad. . . like he just lost the most important thing in his life.
Suzume pursed her lips. "Um, I don't know if I'll be of service to you, but I'll help to the best of my abilities," the woman said.
"Great!" Kousuke's expression did a 180-degree flip, contorting to one of happiness. "Then let's take a seat!"
"Of course," Suzume sat down, watching the younger male turn his chair over so the back would be facing her.
The Saito boy sat down with a smile, resting his folded arms on the top railing of his chair, rare golden irises glowing.
"So what have you been up to lately?" inquired the Emperor.
"Actually," Suzume started, "I was just tending to [Name]."
At the mention of your name, Kousuke's body visibly stiffened, raising the nurse's curiosity.
"Is that so?" the younger male cleared his throat. "How is she?"
Suzume studied his reaction, slowly replying, "She came into the infirmary crying."
Kousuke clenched his jaws, mentally tightening his fists.
His tousled bangs overshadowed his darkened eyes, the atmosphere in the room dropping a couple of degrees.
"She wouldn't explain why she was crying, so I thought something happened to her arm," Suzume continued. "In fact, the wound she got actually became more injured and bruised. I treated it and also gave her extra clothing since the poor girl was wearing nothing but a shirt."
