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Ace then laughed, bending down slightly to clutch his stomach.

Grim stared at the male in shock and annoyance.

“I can't bear it anymore!” He laughed for the last time then turned to you, who was successfully completed sweeping the Main Street. “Aren't you the guys who caused a riot during the opening ceremony?”

You looked at him daring him mentally to finish his sentence, although he didn't get the sign.

“A guy who got called in front of the mirror but actually couldn’t use magic, and the monster barging in even though he didn’t get invited!” Grim growled, glaring hatefully at the guy. “Man! It was so hard to stop myself from laughing during the opening ceremony.” He chuckled.

‘A guy, huh?’ You looked down to your clothes; baggy white button up shirt tucked loosely in your black pants, and a black converse, all topped with a dark cloak with the hood up.

Grim's brows furrowed in anger. “What's your deal?!”

“And now you aren't allowed in and got regulated to be a janitor?” Ace raised a brow. “How lame.”

“Meowhaaat?!” You, having to already let go of the broom, caught Grim in your arms stopping him from whatever he's thinking of doing.

“Think of what the headmaster will do, if he saw you fighting a student!” You yelled hushed, still the cat struggled on your grasp.

“On top of that, you don't even known about the Great Seven. How ignorant can you be?” The guy continued to taunt and mock. “I recommend you to start over from kindergarten before coming to Night Raven College.”

‘This boy better stop unless he wants some ass whooping–’

Grim struggled more as he heard that comment.

“Woah, calm down there, Grim.” You spoke, trying to soothe the raging cat.

“I thought I'd just mess with you a bit, but you really blew my expectations away.” Then he turned on his heels. “Well, I have classes unlike you guys, so, bye! Keep this school squeaky clean, you two~” He started to walk away, humming.

“This jerk! He's just gonna say that and leave! I'm ticked off!” The raccoon cat somehow escaped your arms and blew blue flames at the direction of the red eyed teen.

Fortunately– unfortunately, for Grim's case, the teen dodged, and turned back around to face the heaving cat.

“Oi! That's dangerous! What the hell are you doing?!” The teen yelled as he dodged another flaming attack.

“It's what you get for making fun of me! I'm going light up that fire-head of yours!” Grim growled and took a deep breath, as he prepared to exhale another batch of fire.

“Fire-head, huh?” Ace tilted his head and raised his brow at the unique insult, if you could even call it that. “You got guts to pick a fight with me. You too, I’ll turn you into a frizzy toy poodle!” He said as he grabbed a pen from his chest pocket, readying himself for another batch of flames coming from the cat.

“Oops, that's dangerous! Take this!”

‘A pen…? What will that do–?’ You were confused and a bit interested about the pen on his hands but then a strong gust of wind came out from nowhere and deflected the fire. ‘Woah!’

“This guy is blowing wind all over the place! My fire is getting all twisted up!” Grim shouted, getting frustrated.

“What's happening? A fight?”