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Tension ran amok in the office.
Both teacher and student stared at each other in uncomfortable silence.
On one end was Ciara—her eyes displaying some form of anger, perhaps indignation. Her lips were pursed in a frustrated manner, and her eyes never left Noir as she repeated her question.
"Why are you here?"
Noir's unfazed expression made her a bit more upset. His deadpan expression unnerved her, while his sigh made her heart jump slightly.
"I don't understand your question." His voice calmly echoed across the room, and his expression showed how serious he was.
"You... don't understand? You just suddenly appeared as our teacher—and only a few days after that whole incident, for that matter. Are you saying it's all a coincidence?"
"Ah. So that's what you meant. I have my reasons, but—"
"I want to know!"
Noir's calm demeanor despite the rising tension made Ciara look foolish, but she didn't want to relent at this point. She was troubled—no, confused.
