(ON HOLD) 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗟 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 wicked thoughts of Kyōjurō Rengoku - one hundred fifty-nine pounds of folded steel and sex appeal - a second year teaching World History at Kimetsu University in the town of Gakuen. He opened his eyes to the wo...
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-ˋˏ [𝗡𝗮𝗺𝗲] ˎˊ
𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗬 𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗘𝗦 𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗟
"WELL, THIS IS AWKWARD, ISNT IT?" Akaza whispered from a table next to me, trying to use the menu to block his mouth as he's whispering to Douma and Michikatsu.
"I can hear you, you know," I said, glaring at him. "He'll show up."
I didn't have time for his nonsense; I had my problems to deal with because Rengoku was not showing up for the date he planned. Where is he now?
I looked around the restaurant, expecting to see him enter any moment. I even called him on the phone, but he didn't pick up multiple times, which brings my suspicions back to the motel and what he was talking about his father.
"Maybe he's not coming after all," Douma answered, looking disappointed. "Are you here to discuss your grade in such a fancy restaurant?"
"He's my date for the night, Douma," I responded, glaring at him. "I wouldn't be here if he wasn't."
Akaza's eyes widened in surprise at hearing the news. "You... you're dating History Teacher?"
