Is this what she meant? (Part 2)

The fluorescent lights buzzed softly as Hunter shuffled toward his seat,

his thoughts a chaotic storm of frustration.

he thought to himself,

(This school, is PISSING ME OFF!

I got in trouble back to back, Multiple

times. I haven't even been here 30 minutes)

It was ridiculous, absurd even, but as he approached Yukio's seat,

a small wave of calm washed over him.

Among the chaos, she was the one moment that made any sense,

a beacon of familiarity in an unfamiliar place.

Sliding into the chair next to her, Hunter let out a sigh,

allowing himself a brief moment of reprieve.

The professor, noticing his compliance at last,

grunted approvingly before resuming his droning lecture.

The room dimmed slightly as the projector hummed to life,

casting a faint glow over the faces of the students.

beside Yukio,

his earlier frustration fading in her presence.

Her smile had a way of easing his nerves, and for a moment,

he forgot about the professor's harsh words.

Yukio leaned toward Hunter, her shoulder brushing his lightly.

She had a knack for looking effortlessly composed,

even in a dull setting like this.

Her soft, almost mischievous smile made the

tension in Hunter's chest ease.

"You look troubled," Yukio whispered,

her tone light yet laced with concern.

"I heard what happened earlier with Ms. Aiyosai. Are you okay?"

Hunter turned his head slightly,

meeting her curious green eyes.

"How do you even know about that?"

he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Yukio's lips quirked into a sly grin.

"Cho texted me about it," she said matter-of-factly.

"Where was she? In the Shadow Realm?" Hunter shot back,

unable to resist the quip.

Yukio stifled a giggle,

her hand coming up to cover her mouth.

"You've already made quite the impression."

Hunter sighed, leaning closer to her, his voice low.

"I can see why he's upset."

Yukio tilted her head slightly,

her hair brushing her cheek.

"Honestly, he's mostly mad at your excuse,"

she replied knowingly.

"Just say, 'I'm sorry, it won't happen again,'

and you'll be fine. He's strict,

but he's not a monster."

"Not a monster, huh?" Hunter smirked,

glancing toward the professor,

who was now engrossed in his lecture.

"I guess I'll take your word for it."

"Stick with me, and you'll survive,"

Yukio said confidently,

leaning in a fraction closer.

"I'll make sure you don't get lost—or in more trouble."

Hunter chuckled softly.

"This would be my third time getting in trouble,

by the way," he admitted,

shooting Yukio a pointed look.

Yukio's eyes widened slightly in surprise.

"Third? What the hell have you been doing?"

Hunter ran a hand through his hair,

his grin turning sheepish.

"Honestly? I don't even know.

It's like I have a talent for

accidentally pissing people off."

Yukio chuckled, shaking her head.

"That does sound like a skill.

So, what's the story this time?"

Hunter began, pausing for dramatic effect.

"First off, when I walked in this morning,

I realized I was way overdressed."

Yukio raised an eyebrow,

her gaze flickering to his suit and tie.

"Yeah, you think? But honestly," she said,

her tone dropping slightly as her smile softened,

"there's nothing wrong with that.

You look pretty cute in a tie."

Hunter blinked, momentarily caught off guard.

"(Cute)" her voice echoed in his mind.

Before he could say more, Yukio reached out,

her fingers deftly adjusting his tie.

The fabric brushed against her fingertips

as she straightened it, and for a moment,

Hunter froze. Her touch was casual yet intimate,

her proximity throwing him off balance.

The faint scent of her perfume—a mix of citrus

and something floral—was almost dizzying.

making the male students nearby

glance their way with thinly veiled envy.

"There," Yukio said,

sitting back with a satisfied grin.

"Now you look like you're ready

to run a lecture yourself."

Hunter composed himself quickly,

though the warmth creeping up his neck betrayed him.

"Thanks," he said, keeping his tone steady.

But he wasn't about to let the moment

pass without a bit of teasing.

"Your tits look nice in that shirt, It's a shame

I can't see them more." He added,

Yukio's eyes widened briefly,

her composure cracking

as a rosy blush spread across her cheeks.

She turned away,

laughing softly as she fanned her face,

trying to mask her flustered

reaction but failing miserably.

After a moment, she took a deep breath,

regaining her composure.

"Okay, I'm done," she said,

her voice still tinged with amusement.

"What the hell was that?" Hunter asked,

raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing! You may continue," Yukio replied,

waving a hand dismissively giggling,

though her cheeks still carried a hint of pink. Hunter sighed, shaking his head as he tried to piece

together the events of his chaotic morning.

His fingers absentmindedly traced patterns

on the desk as he began to speak.

"Alright, so anyway," he started,

his voice tinged with lingering frustration,

"I walked in and greeted the woman at the entrance—just

like everyone else did—but then everyone started staring

at me like I'd committed some kind of crime."

Yukio nodded along, her expression equal

parts curious and amused. She rested her chin on her hand,

leaning slightly closer to him.

"Before you continue," Yukio interrupted,

her serious tone catching him off guard,

"what exactly did you say to her?"

Hunter frowned, trying to recall the moment in vivid detail.

"I just said, 'Good morning.

How was your morning?' That's it," he replied,

his confusion evident.

Yukio's eyes widened,

her face shifting to one of genuine concern

as she blurted out, "Oh, shit."

"What?!" Hunter exclaimed, his voice rising slightly,

his heart skipping a beat at her sudden change in demeanor.

"Shhh, you goofy goober!" Yukio hissed,

her finger darting up to her lips as she scanned the room.

"You'll get us in trouble.

Keep your voice down."

"Sorry," Hunter mumbled,

lowering his tone but still clearly rattled.

"But what's the big deal?"

Yukio didn't respond immediately,

instead narrowing her eyes slightly as though

trying to gauge his sincerity.

"How did she respond?"

Hunter shrugged. "Well,

like any sane person,

she said thank you and told me her morning was great,"

he replied,

his bafflement growing.

Yukio froze,

her mouth slightly agape as she stared at him in disbelief.

"Sweetie," she said, her voice laced with incredulity,

"she's anything but sane.

She hates everyone."

Hunter blinked,

the weight of her words sinking in as he processed them.

"That... at least explains the staring,"

Yukio continued, her tone thoughtful.

Hunter leaned back in his chair,

eyebrows furrowed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked,

irritation creeping into his voice.

Yukio straightened, her tone dropping to something more serious.

"The reason everyone stared at you,"

she said, locking eyes with him,

"is because for her to react like that is... shocking."

Hunter's mind reeled,

flashes of the morning's odd encounter playing back in his head.

The warmth in her tone,

the genuine smile she'd given him—it all felt strange now,

almost out of place. (Was that really so unusual)?

Hunter leaned back slightly,

his unease growing. "What do you mean?"

Yukio sighed, folding her arms as if preparing to break bad news.

"Ms. Aiyosai is literally the spawn of Lucifer.

She's the most ruthless administrator in this entire school.

No one gets on her good side—because she doesn't have one."

Hunter stared at her, stunned.

What the hell?

"Let's just say you'll understand within three hours,"

Yukio said with a sly grin, her eyes glinting with mischief.

"Honestly, I'm just surprised she didn't say anything to you."

"She seems nice to me," Hunter replied confidently,

crossing his arms.

"Maybe you guys are just bad students."

Yukio raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by his naïveté.

"Like I said—you'll see. Now, goodie two-shoes,

how'd you get into trouble the second time?"

"Ha, ha," Hunter replied,

his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Well, after being dragged away by the first administrator,

I think his name was Mr. Crackhead, or—"

"IT'S MR. KRAKEN, YOU IDIOT!"

Mr. Kraken's voice boomed in his memory,

cutting off his train of thought like a megaphone to the skull.

Yukio tried to hold in her laughter,

her hand flying to her mouth as she shook with silent giggles.

"It's Mr. Kraken," she managed to correct between breaths,

her shoulders trembling.

"Whatever his name is," Hunter said,

rolling his eyes with dramatic flair,

"he dragged me to his office,

ranting about how I'd disrupted the school's

delicate ecosystem or some nonsense.

Honestly, the guy's got a serious Napoleon complex.

I wouldn't be surprised if he keeps a

mirror on his desk just to admire his own angry face."

Yukio let out a full laugh this time,

drawing a few curious glances from nearby students.

"Okay, okay," she said, still grinning,

"but what did you actually do to get on his radar?"

"Would you believe me if I said nothing?"

Hunter replied, throwing his hands up in mock exasperation.

"Absolutely not," Yukio shot back,

her grin widening.

Hunter smirked despite himself.

"Alright, fine. So, I was a little late,

and I might've made a bit of a

scene getting in through the gate—"

Yukio's eyebrows shot up.

"Wait, were you that guy? The one who screamed,

'Don't close the gate!' and

threw your bag through like a Hail Mary?"

Hunter's face flushed slightly,

but he maintained his composure.

"…Possibly."

Yukio burst out laughing again,

clutching her sides. "You're a legend already!

No wonder Kraken was after you."

"Yeah, well," Hunter said, leaning closer,

"if I'm such a legend,

maybe you should start showing me some respect."

Yukio stopped laughing just long enough to meet his gaze,

her cheeks still flushed from amusement.

"Respect? For you?" she teased,

her tone dripping with mock incredulity.

"Absolutely," Hunter replied smoothly,

a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I mean, I've survived Ms. Aiyosai's supposed wrath

and Mr. Kraken's tantrums—all in my first hour and a half here.

I'm basically indestructible."

Yukio shook her head,

her smile softening as she leaned back slightly.

"You're something, alright,"

she said, her voice quieter now,

though still laced with amusement.

Hunter begins to think to himself,

(This school is ass, I may have to drop out and do home schooling,

Hopefully Yukio can make this job easier).

Yukio's gaze softened as if sensing his internal conflict.

She reached out and tapped his arm lightly,

drawing his attention back to her.

"Hey, don't overthink it,"

she said with a small smile.

"You're just... different. In a good way."

Hunter's cheeks warmed slightly at her words,

but he quickly covered it up with a smirk.

"Yeah, well, different doesn't seem to be

doing me any favors so far."

Yukio chuckled, shaking her head.

"You'll figure it out. Just don't let this school's

weirdness get to you too much.

Trust me, you're not alone in feeling like an alien here."

Hunter nodded slowly,

her words offering a small comfort amidst the

whirlwind of his first day. But in the back of his mind,

he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd

somehow stumbled into something far

bigger than he could understand. "There's a bit more to the story,

by the way," Hunter added, leaning back in his

chair as a mischievous smirk crossed his face.

"I got lost after being dragged to Mr. Kraken's office.

But after a quick run, I made my way to the main hallway

and quickly realized something else about this school—the

students here are rude as fuck."

"You're one to talk, Mr. Crack,"

Yukio teased, leaning in with a smirk

that made her eyes sparkle.

"Listen here, you bum-dressing buffoon,"

Hunter shot back, narrowing his eyes.

"Those kids were literally evil."

"Oh, I know Mr. Dress-to-Impress isn't talking,"

Yukio replied, her tone dripping with mock incredulity

as she crossed her arms.

They stared at each other for a moment,

their expressions a mix of mock irritation and amusement,

before both breaking into laughter.

Their banter drew a few glances from nearby students,

some curious, others envious of their playful dynamic.

As their laughter faded,

Yukio wiped an imaginary tear from the corner of her eye.

"Okay, okay, you've got my attention.

What exactly did these 'evil' students do?"

Hunter leaned forward, his tone turning slightly exasperated.

"So, I was trying to get directions, right?

But no one would respond to me.

They all just walked past like I was some kind of ghost.

I mean, damn, I know I'm new, but am I that invisible?"

Yukio frowned, the corners of her lips tugging downward.

"That's disrespectful."

"Tell me about it," Hunter replied,

throwing up his hands in frustration.

"And then there was this one girl right in front of me.

I asked her for help multiple times, and she just kept ignoring me,

acting like I wasn't even there. So finally,

I grabbed her shoulder to get her attention, and guess what?

She completely flipped out on me,

screaming like I'd just pulled her hair or something!"

Yukio's brows lifted,

a hint of disbelief flickering across her face.

"She screamed? Seriously?"

"Oh, it gets better," Hunter said, leaning closer for emphasis.

"There was another girl nearby, just standing there,

watching the whole thing. She looked... weirdly familiar,

like I'd seen her before. But instead of doing anything to help,

she was standing there all... menacingly, taking notes on me."

"Notes?" Yukio repeated,

her eyes narrowing.

"Yeah," Hunter said, leaning back in his chair again with a dramatic sigh.

"Like I was some kind of science project.

And the way she looked at me? Total bitch vibes."

Yukio snorted, biting her lip to keep from laughing.

"Okay, yeah, I can see why you're pissed."

"That's not even the end of it," Hunter continued,

gesturing animatedly.

"After that whole fiasco, another administrator showed up out of nowhere.

He was actually chill,

a normal person. His name was Mr. Clint."

Yukio nodded thoughtfully.

"Mr. Clint's one of the good ones. He's fair,

but he doesn't take crap from anyone."

"Yeah, he definitely seemed like a decent guy,"

Hunter agreed. "But get this—before he dropped me off here,

he warned me about Ms. Aiyosai and the Student Council."

Yukio's teasing expression softened,

replaced by a shadow of concern. Her brows furrowed,

and she leaned forward slightly.

"The Student Council?" she echoed, her tone serious.

"Yeah," Hunter said, meeting her gaze.

"He told me to be careful around them.

Said they were a lot more involved in the school's...

management than you'd expect.

Whatever that means."

Yukio's lips pressed into a thin line, and for a moment,

she looked as though she was weighing her words carefully.

"That's... not entirely surprising," she admitted finally.

"But it's definitely not something to take lightly.

The Student Council here isn't like the ones you see in

cheesy school dramas. They've got real power."

Hunter's brows furrowed, his earlier frustration now

tinged with a hint of unease.

"Real power? Like... what,

they run the school or something?"

"Something like that," Yukio replied cryptically,

her gaze distant for a moment before she refocused on him.

"Just... be careful, okay? And try not to get on their bad side.

You're already on their radar thanks to your little gate stunt this morning."

Hunter groaned, dragging a hand down his face.

"Great. Just what I needed—more attention."

Yukio's expression darkened slightly as she leaned closer.

"Hunter, this is serious. If the Student Council decides to target you,

you're fried. They're far worse than Ms. Aiyosai—or

any administrator at this school.

That even includes the principal."

Hunter frowned, skeptical but growing uneasy.

"I'm sorry but how the fuck can a bunch of

students be worse than the principal?"

"The worst the principal can do is expel you,"

Yukio said flatly. "But the Student Council?

They operate outside of the school's usual boundaries.

They've ruined students' lives. Nothings off the table,

violence, vandalism, public humiliation hell some students 

have gotten blacklisted from universities, jobs—you name it."

Hunter's stomach twisted as Yukio continued.

"That girl taking notes on you? She could've been one of them.

And if she was, you need to be extra careful.

They don't just let things slide."

"Have you ever had a run-in with them?" Hunter asked,

his voice quieter now.

Yukio hesitated, her gaze dropping briefly before meeting his again.

"Yes. I got a warning once. One of their agents—he's undercover

in my class—pulled me aside for speaking out of turn during a lecture.

It wasn't even a big deal, but the way he lectured me...

it felt like I'd committed some kind of crime."

"What did he say?" Hunter asked,

his unease now mixed with genuine curiosity.

Yukio's expression tightened, and her voice dropped to a near whisper.

"Nothing I could argue with. It was... cold. Calculated.

Just enough to remind me that they were always watching.

And trust me, that's all it took to keep me in line."

Hunter leaned back, Yukio's words replaying in his mind.

The stakes at this school were becoming painfully clear,

and they were far higher than he'd anticipated.

"Just don't let your confidence get you in trouble,

alright?" Yukio added softly,

her tone carrying an unexpected gentleness.

Hunter glanced at her, her words adding an unfamiliar

weight to his thoughts. For once, he had no witty comeback.

"Yeah," he said quietly. "I'll keep that in mind."

The classroom felt colder as the reality of the Student Council's

reach began to sink in. Hunter wasn't

just the new kid anymore—he was a target. Meanwhile

Roger and Mrs. Thompson are, um, well... they are. Roger I... I ... I love you, touch me, more, she whispers.

Roger's body trembles with desire as

Mrs. Thompson's words wash over him.

Roger behind Mrs. Thompson molding his hands to the curves of her body.

In a frenzy, they adopt a hot seat sex position,

their bodies locked together in perfect synchronization.

Frantic movements and the sound of flesh slapping against

flesh echoes through the room as Roger

plunges deeper into Mrs. Thompson's warmth.

The wetness between them creates an

intoxicating sensation that drives Roger wild,

causing him to lose control.

feeling the warmth of her ass,

and warmth from her pussy surrounding his dick

with the wetness splashing all over

his waste line maximizing the erection

of Rogers penis.

Plack, Plack, Plack, Squeek, Crack, Splak,

Rattle, Rattle. As they move together in a feverish dance,

Stephany's ass bounces on top of him like a basketball,

intensifying their pleasure.

Stephany looking back at Roger Grabbing

his face pulling his face towards her.

Their mouths meet in a passionate kiss,

tongues tangling and adding another layer of

eroticism to their intimate encounter.

As Roger nears the peak of ecstasy,

every muscle in his body tenses,

releasing powerful moans and cries.

Locking eyes with Stephany, they share a lustful kiss,

their tongues intertwining as they approach the ultimate climax.

The air crackles with the heat of their passion,

an electric energy flowing between them.

Stephany's flushed face radiates pleasure,

her cheeks tinged pink.

Her glistening body is adorned with a sheen of sweat,

her wild and tangled hair a testament to their fervent encounter.

The room is saturated with the

mingling scents of sex and subtle perfumes,

creating an intoxicating aroma that envelops them.

As Stephany reclines against Roger,

her skin hot to the touch and shimmering with sweat,

his hands glide over her body,

reveling in the silkiness of her skin

and the tremors that ripple through her frame.

His whispered words breathe new desire into her being,

reigniting the flames of passion. With a mischievous smile,

Stephany eagerly accepts his challenge for round two.

"Let's go for another round," Roger suggests eagerly.

Stephany turns to him with a

playful grin and replies affirmatively,

"Yes."

As Roger and Stephany, enjoy their early morning snack, Hunter

and Yukio are still chatting it up in class. "As long as you don't get caught,

you'll never have to worry about anything,"

Yukio said with a shrug, her tone almost too casual.

"What do you mean by that?" Hunter asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Other than the scary Student Council and the school's strict rules,

we'll be fine," Yukio replied, flashing him a reassuring smile.

Hunter glanced around the classroom and leaned in slightly.

"We've been talking quite a lot.

I'm surprised no one's said anything to us yet."

"We can talk," Yukio said with a smirk,

"just don't interrupt the teacher's lecture."

"But earlier,

you said we'd get caught.

What did you mean by that?"

"Well," Yukio said, tilting her head,

"there's a difference between whispering and having a full-blown conversation.

Mr. Peaks might find that offensive.

I still want to be respectful,

even if we're chatting."

"Riiiight," Hunter replied,

his tone laced with skepticism.

"So, in other words,"

Hunter continued, leaning back with a grin,

"if I stay by your side, I'll have plot armor?"

"I don't know about plot armor,"

Yukio said with a laugh, "but you could say that.

You're way too new to be a primary target, but they are watching."

"Those two events weren't even my fault!" Hunter argued,

throwing his hands up.

"Fair, but life's never fair, sweetie,"

Yukio replied with a teasing tone.

Hunter chuckled, shaking his head.

"You sound like a girl I used to like when I was younger."

Yukio raised an eyebrow,

her lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Oh? Do tell."

"Nah, maybe later," Hunter said,

looking away with a grin,

leaving Yukio visibly curious but still amused. "So, you're just gonna leave me hanging?"

Yukio said, leaning closer with a playful pout.

"You're such a tease."

She crossed her arms dramatically,

narrowing her eyes at him.

"You should never keep a lady waiting

you know. That's not very gentleman-like."

Hunter smirked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, is that so?" he replied, clearly enjoying her reaction.

Yukio huffed, but her grin betrayed her amusement.

"Absolutely.

Now spill it, or I'm docking points from your 'charming new guy' status." "Fine," Hunter said with a sigh,

leaning back in his chair.

"Basically, the story went like this…"

{Flashback}

"Hey, give it back!

That's my lollipop, I saw it first!"

a young Hunter whimpered,

his voice tinged with desperation as

he reached for the brightly colored candy.

"But who grabbed it first?"

a young girl retorted,

her tone dripping with attitude as

she held the prize just out of his reach.

"Kendal, you know that's not fair!"

young Hunter replied,

stomping his foot in frustration.

"I suppose it isn't,"

Kendal said with a smirk,

her hands resting on her hips.

"So, what's it to ya? Life isn't fair,

Hunter. The sooner you learn that, the better life will be for you."

"What kind of nine-year-old talks like that?!"

Hunter shouted, his voice echoing in unison with his younger

self as the memory faded back to the present.

{Flashback Ends}

Yukio's laughter pulled him back to reality.

She was nearly doubled over,

clutching her sides as she tried to compose herself.

"That's such a weird encounter!"

Yukio managed to say between giggles,

tears of amusement forming at the corners of her eyes.

Hunter crossed his arms,

his expression somewhere between annoyed and amused.

"Glad you're enjoying yourself."

"Oh, I am," Yukio replied with a mischievous grin,

leaning closer. "Who knew you had such a traumatic childhood?" "I'll have you know," Hunter began,

his tone shifting to one of mock seriousness,

"that lollipop cost me eighteen cents. Eighteen!"

He held up a finger for emphasis,

as if the number was a life-altering amount.

Yukio raised an eyebrow,

clearly amused but staying silent to let

him finish his dramatic tale.

"It took me thirty days to save up for that as a kid," Hunter continued,

placing a hand over his chest like a tragic hero recounting a great loss.

"I hated that girl with every fiber of my being.

She was smug, ruthless, and completely unfair!"

Yukio bit her lip,

trying to hold back laughter as Hunter's

voice grew more impassioned.

"But," he added, his tone dropping into something more reflective,

"she was also my type.

Smugness and all. That is... until I met Jessica."

At this, Yukio's eyes widened, and then she burst into laughter.

"Wait—hold on! You're telling me you had a crush on your childhood nemesis and

another girl? You're just a walking rom-com, aren't you?"

Hunter sighed dramatically, crossing his arms.

"Hey, I'm just saying. It was a complicated time for me.

Candy robbery, childhood betrayal, unrequited crushes...

It's a lot to process!"

"Oh, it sounds deep,"

Yukio teased,

wiping a tear from her eye.

"You're ridiculous, you know that?"

"Maybe," Hunter replied with a smirk. "So, who's this Jessica?" Yukio asked,

leaning forward with a curious gleam in her eye.

Hunter froze for a moment, his jaw tightening.

"Someone I'd rather not talk about,"

he replied sharply, his tone cutting

through the playful air between them.

"Oh?" Yukio tilted her head,

her sly smile returning.

"So... are you on the market?"

Hunter blinked, completely caught off guard.

"Uh, yeah? But why?"

"Oh, no reason," Yukio said quickly,

her cheeks suddenly turning a light shade of pink.

She avoided his gaze, looking down at the

floor as her fingers toyed with a strand of her hair.

Hunter narrowed his eyes,

suspicion creeping in. "No reason, but?"

"What's your type?" Yukio blurted out,

her voice just above a whisper.

She leaned in slightly, trying to seem casual,

but her eyes betrayed her curiosity.

"Are you an ass or tits kind of guy?"

Hunter almost choked.

"Wow, we're just jumping straight into that, huh?"

Yukio smirked, though the faint pink on

her cheeks deepened. "I'm just curious.

Everyone has a preference."

Hunter sighed, leaning back in his chair

as if he were pondering the meaning of life.

"Alright, fine. Honestly? Both, as long as

they're shaped nice and can fit in my hands.

I like them." He paused, a mischievous grin

spreading across his face.

"Small breasts, large breasts—it doesn't matter.

But if I had to choose, I'd say I'm more of an ass guy.

That being said, I'm not going to shy away from thighs,

overall physical appearance, or... you know, everything else."

Yukio's eyes widened slightly at his candid response

before a soft smile crept across her face.

She looked down for a moment,

her fingers brushing over her skirt.

She seemed deep in thought,

but there was a faint sense of satisfaction in her expression.

Hunter raised an eyebrow, watching her carefully.

Did I miss something? he thought,

his confusion growing as Yukio's smile lingered.

Before he could press further,

Yukio leaned in, her voice soft and teasing.

"We should probably pay attention," she whispered,

nodding toward the front of the room.

"We can't afford to let our grades slip, you know."

Hunter sighed, sitting up straighter in his seat.

"Yeah, sure," he muttered,

reluctantly tearing his focus away from her.

As Yukio turned her attention back to the lecture,

Hunter's gaze lingered on her for a second longer.

Her flustered state, the playful banter—they all

left him with more questions than answers.

For now, he shelved his curiosity,

focusing on the professor's words instead.

Yet, as the minutes ticked by,

Hunter couldn't shake the feeling that this school—and

Yukio—had much more in store for him than

he ever could have imagined.