I sat next to the head of the bed as I watched Don Claro sleep. His closed eyes were framed with long, light eyelashes. His lips a ruby red. He looked just like a sleeping beauty. I held back the desire to run my fingers through his silk-like hair. Despite the angelic face he has while sleeping, the demon within is still active.
What a sight for sore eyes.
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Did you really expect me to say that? This isn't some sort of story which involves a girl fixing a psycho. This is a chemistry isekai for fuck's sake!
More than anything I felt more bored than caged. My lack of materials and elements have made me quite creative with what I've been using to form the chloroform.
