[Break] Dying was on Koro's to-do list.
Teaching 3-E a second time and trying to kill 'himself' wasn't.
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If someone had told him he would one day walk up the mountain to building 3-E, Koro, without a doubt would have laughed. But now, here he is...
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"I think he likes me," Irina said, confidently crossing her arms over her chest. Back in her usual stylish clothes and out of the sportswear that sucked both her sex appeal and energy dry, the blond confidently smirked, a smug air to her.
Karasuma, leaning against the wall next to her, raised an unimpressed eyebrow.
The woman, not taking note of the raven's reaction, brushed her blond locks before gently twirling them between her long and thin fingers. "I mean, he gets soo dodgy when it comes to me~" she cooed. "I know when a man fakes it and when he doesn't, and the way he evades me is clearly not faked," she boldly stated.
Which, in a way, was true. Koro couldn't help but avoid Irina to the best of his ability. Not because he was crushing on her, but because he had allergic-like reactions whenever he laid his eyes on her.
Not that Irina knew.
Fortunately, she didn't know.
She'd probably feel greatly offended by his distaste.
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The class trip had begun quite peculiarly for 3-E. First came the revelation that their new teacher was a relative of the main building's new top student—a whitehead with purple eyes and a noticeable violet tattoo under his right eye.
Named Chouku Byakuran, part of class 3-A, the boy did not hide his distaste for them when he saw the group. The glare he graced Nagisa with still sent a shiver down the said boy's spine. After just a second of contemplation, wondering why the boy hated him so much, Nagisa remembered.
That was the boy who came out of nowhere after the April School Assembly and beat up two 3-D students who bullied him. It would have been heroic, Karma-like even, if not for the fact that the teen hadn't done it to help him out but with the prospect of punching him once done with the annoying duo.
Tanaka and Takada were people Nagisa disliked for sure. Still, he didn't know how to feel about them getting beaten up for no reasonable reason whatsoever.
The white-haired teen had been like a beast, uncontrollable as he went to hit them. The twisted grin that bloomed on his face, satisfaction evident in his gaze, yet unsatiated thirst for something— violence indeed did not escape Nagisa's watchful gaze at the time.
What struck him the most was the disdain that poured like venom out of his mouth when he addressed him.
Disdain, anger, jealousy even. Many different feelings were bottled up in the teenager, and Nagisa had been chosen as the next outlet for his emotions.
"You know Shiota, I really hate wimps like you~" the white-haired teen had grinned, the tone of his voice and smile not matching the air around him. "But what I dislike the most are leeches sticking to my brother~."
Right, he mentioned a brother—
Nagisa blinked, his brows furrowing.
Didn't Aarden-sensei introduce Chouku as his cousin when they came up to the train?
