Trix's Tabloid

The other students in the bustling hallway couldn't help but stare, their gazes a mix of bewilderment and amusement. Who wouldn't? Trix, the flamboyant son of a Duke, strolled between Coleen and Eirin, his arms swinging wide, each of their hands clasped firmly in his own. He beamed, a wide, almost manic smile on his face, utterly oblivious to the attention they garnered.

 'What kind of situation is this?' Eirin thought, pressing her fingertips to her temples, a dull ache beginning behind her eyes. The public display alone was mortifying.

 "Say, Eirin, can you lend me some money?" Trix's bright, baby-blue eyes fixed on her, the words tumbling out with casual nonchalance.

Eirin blinked, baffled. The son of a Duke, one of the wealthiest individuals in the entire country, was openly asking for money from a mere student like her, a scholarship recipient with very limited funds. The absurdity was staggering.