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We were still inside of the auditorium when the music suddenly stopped playing;
Arima got disturbed by the loud noise coming from Yami averting his gaze to the two newly arriving figures.
Directing his eyes at the girl currently chatting with the boy, he instantly recognized that familiar long straight blue hair.
Standing up from his seat, he called in a friendly tone, "Miku, you're early today!"
Hearing his greeting, the pair of boy and girl quickly turned their heads to face Arima, especially Miku; her face went blank from the embarrassment, tightening her grip around her skin, like she's choking her neck with both her hands, in fear of getting the hickeys discovered.
He walked up to them, smiling, as Yami took peeks at him; he seems to be a neat looking kid, with black hair and pupils, glasses, and a classy sense of fashion; also, his clothes were branded from top to bottom, Yami even though that he's wearing someone's monthly salary in one outfit.
in short terms, he was looking "Rich."
'Holy shit! Ey narcos, are those the new Prada shoes?'
'Oh! That will be troublesome, What approach do you suggest me to take?' The system continued to explain. Internally feeling awkward about the word "Snake." Yami said, 'But don't we have the same love interest?' 'I see! They go to the same art Academy, the same school, share the same inspiration, and the boy has an early interest in the girl. We got a novel story on our hands! This guy must be the cruel future wealthy, multi-talented CEO. At the same time, Miku is his supposed soul mate, deliberately falling in love with each other in each tribulation they go through, but wait a minute, I can't see the antagonist' 'Hmm, your right, sigh* it would've been a nice love story; if only master Froggy didn't obtain these perverted lenses, hehehe!.' Just like that, the mental conversation ended; Yami broke from his thoughts, fixing his gaze on the wealthy "Admirer." Hearing the fellow's casual greeting, Miku did her best to compose herself, not showing any signs of the transpiring previous events, "Hello, Arima, I kind of had a "special" transportation today, right Yami?" Yami caught off guard by her question, hence uttered a dry "yes," Arima finally acknowledged Yami's existence, slightly frowning. He asked her, "Won't you introduce me to the gentleman behind you," Cold sweat appeared on Miku's forehead; her mind subconsciously wanted to protect her undefined relationship with the sadistic youth, furthermore, take some revenge on him. Thus, in a disgusted tone, she shouted, "He's merely a country bumpkin my father adopted after my aunt passed away," After hearing her harsh words, the knots building up in Arima's forehead instantaneously cleared; blissfully smirking as a heavy bolder moved down from his chest, he answered, "Oh! So his your brother, well, Nice to meet you, hmmm mister?" "Yami is my name," the sixteen years old retorted. However, his eyes only focused on Miku, staring daggers at her back. Sensing his sinister aura, she felt frightened; Nonetheless, there was still an emotion that empowered the rising fear; neither her mind nor her body understood from where it's coming from. As the unsaturated thrill and curiosity about the punishment he will bestow her later at home dominated her thoughts, it didn't occur in her wildest dream that someday she would deliberately mistreat someone for her own dark urges. "Nice name," Arima chimed; he has no reason to hate the guy anymore, after knowing that Miku had no interest in him; consequently, he planned to utilize the boy and bring him under his wing as a chip to better his relationship with the girl he likes. Yami let out a smile that wasn't a smile, speaking in an evident tone, "Big sister, why are you weirdly hiding your neck like that? Perhaps you contacted a rash?" Bringing Arima's attention to her narrows. She was Baffled as the question was so unexpected as snow falling during summer, and with a wrinkled face, she awkwardly laughed it off, saying, "It just a sunburn," He soon added, "Hm, but the weather is chilly today; your skin must be very sensitive to heat, especially to "skillful." warm objects," Silence met Yami encrypted phrases, Arima not understanding where the conversation is going or why Miku acting weirdly, he said, "Well, bring your violin from the locker; we have a long practice to complete," Realizing that she will need to drop her hands, exposing the shameful marks. Her eyes went so wide that the white can show, while her brain stopped working for a couple of seconds. A finger, however, brought her back to life; it was none other than the evil kid, wickedly whispering on her ears, "What will you do know, princess?"