CHAPTER 81: STUDY SESSION

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|Lunch-room cafeteria UA, the next day...|

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Suzaku sat with his classmates at one of the cafeteria tables, enjoying the pleasant food while chatting.

"By the way, everyone..." Itsuka suddenly spoke while bringing a spoonful of plain rice to her mouth. "I heard the practical exam is going to use the same robots from the entrance exam."

Suzaku took a bite of his pizza and stretched the cheese until it reached its limit, pointing the slice at her right after as he began munching. "Source?"

She shot him a deadpan look. "An upperclassman friend of mine told me."

-Bam!-

Tetsutetsu grinned and slammed his fist on the table, nearly knocking over several plates and earning a few annoyed glances.

"I’ve been itching to go another round with those things! I bet, with how strong I am now, I’d even be able to score first place in the entrance exam!"

Suzaku snorted. "Dude, you learned what—one move from me? And maybe got a bit stronger? I don’t think your performance is changing that much compared to that time."

Tetsutetsu whipped his head around, frowning indignantly. "But I had to run like crazy during my internship! That’s gotta help with speed, right?! With that, I’d be able to whoop robot after robot even faster than yo—"

Sen, who was sitting next to him, patted him on the shoulder, interrupting his delusions. "I don’t think that makes a huge difference."

"Damn." Tetsutetsu’s head slumped forward.

Reiko, the silver-haired girl with a distant expression, spoke quietly, one hand frozen in a strange pose like a zombie while the other calmly brought food to her mouth. "Seems kind of simple, doesn’t it? You’d think they’d make the final test of the semester more elaborate."

Next to her, Setsuna grinned. "Who knows? Maybe there’ll be extra stuff to deal with besides just robots."

Itsuka chimed in again, placing a finger on her mouth. "According to my friend, they had to rescue dummies that acted as civilians, and then either choose between destroying all the robots or evade them and carry the rescued dummies outside the test field."

"So a test where we’ll be dealing with overwhelming numbers, huh?" Sen rubbed his chin, a worried look settling on his face.

Unlike Tetsutetsu, he couldn’t just bulldoze through hordes of robots.

During the entrance exam, he mostly fought one-on-one. Two at once, at most. If he had to fight dozens and rescue someone at the same time... well, he wasn’t feeling too confident.

Seeing his face, Suzaku waved him off. "It’s not that deep, bruh. Just run fast. From what I remember, those things are dumb as hell. As long as you play your cards right, they won’t even touch you."

Sen groaned and clutched his hair. "You say that like it’s easy. I can make my body parts spin, not run like a bullet like you."

"Then just run like a bullet, bro. It’s not that hard."

"..."

Sen looked about ready to hurl his chopsticks at Suzaku.

So, grinning like an ass, Suzaku raised his hands. "I’m joking."

Sen sighed, exasperated. But just as the future began to look bleak, Suzaku spoke again—this time with an actual helpful suggestion.

"Still, if your Quirk isn’t cutting it, why not ask the support department?" Suzaku gestured with his thumb toward a faraway table where some support course students were chatting over lunch. Arata included.

"My new suit’s getting grappling hooks, smoke bombs, and all that. Maybe you could get something to help with what you’re lacking."

Sen squinted. "What do you mean new suit? Why are you getting one out of nowhere... and how?"

The others glanced at Suzaku, just as curious.

He shrugged. "The old one melted while I was stuck inside a burning building. So, yeah... I kinda don’t have a suit anymore."

Silence fell over the table for a moment, until Sen finally spoke, a bead of sweat trailing down his temple.

"Damn. I thought you were exaggerating... but your whole suit just melted at that time?"

Suzaku nodded, munching on his pizza with a straight face. "Yeah, it was a bit hot in there."

Setsuna smiled wryly from her seat. "I don’t think that’s heat levels that classify simply as ’a bit hot’, but okay."

Sen chimed in again, returning to the topic of the suit. "So, you just asked them to make a new one and they agreed? I thought the whole school hated us—well, more you than us, though."

Suzaku stroked his chin like a mafia boss. "Just like our sneaky friend Itsuka here, I too have connections outside our little inner circle."

"Why do you say it like it’s a bad thing...?" Itsuka grumbled under her breath.

Suzaku continued, ignoring her. "Anyway, a friend of mine is making my new suit as his final project for the semester. You see the one that looks like a nerd? He’s him."

"Damn." Sen looked at Arata in the distance, before sneaking a few glances at the other support students. "So, uh... should I just ask them, then?"

Suzaku shrugged. "Why are you asking me? I ain’t your mommy."

Sen’s smile twitched.

"But I don’t know any of them. Unlike you, I don’t have a techy friend."

Suzaku said nothing at first, chewing another bite of pizza, before he pointed a finger gun at Sen and smirked.

"Should’ve befriended a genius as a kid then."

"Ugh."

Rolling his eyes, Sen stood up.

"Whatever, I’m going to ask them."

"Oh my god, we gotta see this," Setsuna giggled mischievously, standing up with a gleam in her eye. She glanced at Itsuka and Reiko.

The two girls exchanged a glance, before only Reiko stood up, her hands in their usual zombie-like posture.

"You’re not coming, Itsuka?" Setsuna asked with a raised brow.

"I think I’ll stay," she said, waving a hand in front of her face. "Don’t wanna let my food get cold."

Setsuna grinned. "Your loss. We’ll be back in a bit."

With that, she darted after Sen, Reiko quietly following behind her.

Left at the table, Suzaku, Itsuka, and Tetsutetsu watched them go before returning to their food.

"So," Itsuka spoke up, "about that fire you got caught in. You didn’t get any serious burns, right?"

Suzaku showed the same faint burn on his forearm he’d shown before. "Just this."

Tetsutetsu frowned, eyeing him suspiciously. "Was it really that hot in there? How’d you barely get burned?"

Suzaku shrugged. "The suit blocked most of the heat—though it melted in the end."

Itsuka squinted. "If it was hot enough to melt your suit, I don’t think it’s that possible you weren’t getting cooked inside there."

Suzaku grinned like a dumbass. "What can I say? I’m pretty hot too. I guess both hotnesses canceled each other out."

The two stared at him in stunned silence.

In the back of their minds, they couldn’t help but wonder...

Was Suzaku’s real Quirk bending reality to match whatever his dumbass brain thought made sense?

Suzaku pointed at them both seriously. "Hey. Don’t get too jealous."

"We’re not!!!" they both yelled, suddenly standing up and drawing everyone’s attention in the cafeteria.

Flustered, Itsuka quickly sat back down, her face slightly red.

Tetsutetsu, however...

"Ugh—now that I stood up... I think picking that chili for lunch was a bad idea..." He clutched his stomach, face contorted in pain.

"Then you better run, or someone’s gonna steal the stall first." Suzaku pointed toward the other end of the cafeteria with a mischievous grin.

"...?" Tetsutetsu glanced at him, confused—then turned to look where he was pointing.

There, he spotted Kirishima, also clutching his gut in the same agonized stance, an empty bowl of chili in front of him.

Their eyes met.

A shared moment of horror passed between them.

Then—

"You’re not beating me!"

"Like hell I’m not!"

Both hardening heroes bolted out of the cafeteria, shoving past people with expressions of pure panic and cold sweat trailing behind.

With that, only Itsuka and Suzaku were left at the table.

"But really, you didn’t get injured severely, did you?" Itsuka shot him a look, continuing to eat as she glanced his way.

Suzaku waved his arm in front of her, showing the burn on his forearm. "Nope. Like I said, only this thingy. Besides that, I’m at my peak."

Itsuka nodded, a wry smile on her face. "That’s good. Who knows if you wouldn’t have been able to take the exams otherwise."

Suzaku blinked, his lips pursing as he realized Itsuka was right.

’Maybe I should have let myself get toasted...’

Though after a moment of consideration, his eyes naturally darted to Todoroki on the other side of the cafeteria.

’Nah, wouldn’t want to end like Elsa over there. My face is too good to mess up.’

While Suzaku seriously considered the topic of getting third-degree burns just to not do the exams, Itsuka casually dropped a question.

"By the way, how are you doing for the written exams?"

The next instant, Suzaku’s usual confident smile vanished, replaced by a pronounced frown.

"... Fine," he replied curtly, digging into his food again.

Itsuka raised an eyebrow, finding his reaction uncharacteristic. "You don’t sound so fine."

Suzaku took the final bite of his pizza, stuffing the last piece into his mouth before swallowing it whole and answering.

"Yeah... I may, perhaps, quite possibly have not taken any notes during the whole semester."

Itsuka winced. "In what subject? I could lend you one of my notebooks so you—"

"In all of them," Suzaku interrupted, his voice serious, arms crossed like he was proud of it.

"..."

Silence fell on the table.

"In all of them...?" Itsuka repeated, baffled by the words that had just come out of his mouth.

Suzaku nodded, a smug smile appearing on his face. "All of them."

"Don’t look so damn proud!"

He quickly wiped the smile off and put on a poker face.

For a moment, Itsuka looked like she was trying to process it all.

Eventually, she managed a single word.

"W-why?"

Suzaku scratched his cheek in embarrassment. "I had confidence that I’d remember everything easily... Ironically, I forgot I have an ass for a memory. So yeah, here I am."

Itsuka just stared at him, dazed by the absurdity of the situation.

However, before she could say anything, Suzaku waved her off like he was trying to calm her down.

"But it’s not like everything’s lost. I can just search up UA’s curriculum online and study using that. Plus, I’ve got a megamind of a friend. Worst case, I’ll just ask him to create some super-advanced way of cheati—"

Itsuka had heard enough. This guy was a lost cause. Someone had to do something.

"How about I help you study?" she offered, shooting him an exasperated look.

Suzaku blinked, stunned by the offer. He grabbed his chin and glanced to the side in thought.

Honestly, he did need the help. But he was the kind of guy who preferred to rely on himself—even if that led to disaster.

Itsuka had to study too. He didn’t want to take her study time away just to save himself from bombing the test.

But before he could say anything, she cut ahead of him.

"If you’re worried about me cutting into my own study time, don’t be. Studying together will help me revise everything from the beginning up to now."

"Hmm."

She did make some valid points.

Suzaku sighed.

As much as he preferred to go for it alone, that path was looking pretty damn hopeless right now.

And he wasn’t about to fail just because of a bit of pride.

After a bit more silence, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and gave a slow nod. "Very well. Please save me, Miss Itsuka."

She smiled slightly, finishing up her bowl of rice and looking pensive.

"So, where should we study?"

"How about the library?" Suzaku suggested.

Itsuka shook her head. "It’s too crowded. And with all the material we’ll need to go through, we need somewhere with space."

Suzaku nodded, looking lost in thought.

On her side, Itsuka closed her eyes, looking a bit troubled. "I’d offer my house, but my parents are bringing visitors today, so it’s not ideal."

"How about mine then?" Suzaku offered casually.

Itsuka blinked.

"... That could work... but are your parents okay with that?"

Suzaku smiled.

"I live alone."

...

That certainly didn’t make it any better.

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|After school, Suzaku’s department...|

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-Click-

The door opened, and with a flick of the light switch, the once-dark apartment lit up, revealing two figures at the entrance.

Suzaku stepped inside, striking a dramatic pose as he gestured toward the interior with one arm, the other balancing a stack of books on his shoulder.

"Welcome to my base of operations."

"Huh." Itsuka nodded absentmindedly, strolling inside and taking in the apartment. "Sorry for the intrusion."

Surprisingly, aside from a few details—like a small pile of empty Coke cans—the place was pretty clean.

Suzaku might be lazy, but cleanliness was one thing he actually cared about.

Most of the time.

"Just toss your stuff on the couch."

As Itsuka awkwardly glanced around—still getting used to being inside a peer’s home—Suzaku pointed toward the couch, the same one he usually used to watch TV or game on his Quirkstation. Then, while Itsuka put her things there, he moved over to the table and set the heavy pile of books down.

With his hands free again, Suzaku immediately headed into the kitchen, poking his head back out through the doorway a moment later.

"You want anything to drink?"

Itsuka pondered for a second, before replying with a faint smile. "Some black coffee would be nice."

"A’ight." Suzaku nodded and started to withdraw back into the kitchen—only to peek back out again.

"Uh, just asking for a friend here... What’s the difference between coffee and black coffee? I mean, aren’t both, like, black?"

Itsuka’s smile twitched. "Just don’t add sugar."

Suzaku went silent for a few seconds, eyebrows furrowing.

"No sugar?"

She nodded.

He pursed his lips. "Damn girl, you a freak."

With that, he disappeared into the kitchen, leaving a mildly offended Itsuka behind, wondering why she was being judged for her coffee preferences.

With him gone and thus having no way to defend herself from Suzaku’s earlier jab, Itsuka simply sighed and looked around the apartment with mild curiosity as she sat on the couch, leaning her head on her palm.

The first thing that caught her eye was the newest model of the Quirkstation, proudly sitting on the dining table in front of her. In one corner, several other consoles were stacked one on top of another like some kind of shrine to gaming.

Even more striking was the large box filled to the brim with game cases—Villains May Cry, Grand Quirk Auto VI, Red Quirk Redemption, Quirkborne, and many more titles she recognized.

It truly seemed Suzaku liked games.

’Still... isn’t this a bit much?’

She sweatdropped, eyeing the sheer amount of gaming paraphernalia. There was even a Quirkulus Rift sitting under the TV. And the TV itself looked pretty expensive... Now that she thought about it, the couch she was sitting on didn’t feel cheap either.

And considering Suzaku lived here alone, it probably meant his parents lived elsewhere.

...Was Suzaku a rich kid?

"Here you go, madam. Your bitterness in a cup."

Her thoughts were interrupted as Suzaku placed a steaming mug of coffee in front of her.

She shot him a look, tempted to retort at his phrasing, but ended up sighing instead. She gave a quiet "thanks" and took a small sip.

-Tsss-

Her eyes shifted to Suzaku, who had taken a seat beside her and was now cracking open a can of Coke with a completely neutral expression.

"Anyway, you wanna order something while we study?" he asked, taking a sip and leaning back comfortably on the couch. "I’m outta stuff to cook with, so I can’t treat you to any of my Suzaku-made delicacies."

She chuckled faintly. "What’s even that supposed to be?"

"Scrambled egg between toast."

"..."

’Does this guy even eat properly?’

...Never mind. Why was she even asking?

"I’m fine," she said flatly.

"You sure? I’m ordering something either way, so you better pick something unless you want to watch me eat alone."

"..."

Her eyebrow twitched.

Still, if he put it like that...

’No, since when did I start considering freeloading as an option?!’

Itsuka mentally slapped herself for even entertaining the thought.

Noticing her conflicted expression, Suzaku smirked and casually waved her off.

"If you’re worried about money, don’t be. For I, Suzaku Suzuki, am the richest man in this city," he said, thumbing his chest with confidence.

Itsuka blinked.

If he really put it like that...

’No!’

She shook her head firmly. She wasn’t going to fall for that so easily!

"...Then, order me a sandwich from Quirkway."

Sadly, her mouth betrayed her before her brain could intervene.

"A’ight." Suzaku nodded and, in less than a second, placed the order like he’d done it a thousand times before.

Watching the confirmation pop up, Itsuka slumped back, defeated and slightly ashamed of her own weakness.

Suzaku gave her a comforting pat on the shoulder.

"Come on now. There’s no shame in freeloading off your rich friend. If I had one before I ascended to the upper class, I probably would’ve done the same."

"So you are rich?" Itsuka eyed him skeptically.

Suzaku nodded, wearing a smug grin. "Of course. Why else do you think I call you peasants every now and then?"

"I thought you were just being an ass." She stared at him flatly.

He nodded with pride. "That too. But also because I’m rich."

"Hmm~" Itsuka rolled her eyes. "Then how about buying me a motorcycle, Mr. Rich?"

"Don’t be rash."

She chuckled and finally put her coffee down, pulling some books from her backpack.

"Anyway, let’s get started on what we actually came here for."

Suzaku set his Coke aside, his expression shifting into one full of seriousness, one he hadn’t even worn when fighting Stain. "Yeah..."

Next, he observed with a disturbed look as Itsuka put her books on the table, opening the first one.

"How are you doing in math?" She asked as she flipped through the book.

"Numbers scare me," Suzaku replied with a firm nod, showing no shame whatsoever.

"... Alright." Itsuka sighed with a wry smile. She continued fliping through the pages until she landed on the first exercise. "Let’s begin with this one."

Suzaku squinted at the page, his face scrunching in visible dismay as he tried to decipher what looked like an ancient language.

Still, he wasn’t one to surrender in the face of adversity.

"Very well. Let’s get this over with." He cracked his knuckles dramatically.

About five minutes later, they finished the exercise. With Itsuka’s help, they’d gone through the basic principles, and to Suzaku’s surprise, it wasn’t actually that hard. Some lingering remnants of his cram sessions before U.A. admission kicked in, making it easier for him to grasp the concepts.

He even looked a little excited about understanding math for once.

Itsuka smiled brightly, flipping to the next problem. "Alright, then let’s—"

"Phew, that was one heck of a study session. How about we take a break?" Suzaku cut her off.

She almost stumbled at his sudden suggestion.

"Listen here—"

"Oh, what’s that? The delivery’s already here? I gotta open the door!" Suzaku said quickly, standing up and marching over to the door, blatantly ignoring her.

-Click-

"..."

"..."

There was no one behind the door.

Suzaku cleared his throat. "Ahem. He must be climbing the stairs. He’ll be here any minute now."

"..."

"Any minute now..."

"..."

"Aaany minute—"

"Get back here, Suzaku."

"...Whatever."

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|An hour later...|

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"Alright, that should be enough for now. Let’s take that break," Itsuka said nonchalantly, closing the book with a pop.

-Bang!-

Suzaku slammed his head against the dining table, startling Itsuka, who looked at him speechlessly.

"Come on, Suzaku, that was only math."

"Don’t make it worse, Itsuka," Suzaku mumbled without lifting his head, prompting a weird chuckle from her.

Fortunately, his dampened mood lifted quickly when a delightful sound echoed through the apartment.

-Ding!-

It was the doorbell.

"Finally." With energy uncharacteristic of someone who looked on death’s door seconds ago, Suzaku sprang to his feet and made his way to the door.

Moments later, he returned carrying several bags stamped with food logos.

"Let’s dig in!" He exclaimed with an energetic smile, lifting both bags up like a little kid.

"You sure sound excited now, huh?" she commented, giving him a wry glance.

Ignoring her, Suzaku set the bags down on the table, fetched some plates, and placed them at their seats.

Then, with a smug grin, he pulled out a chair for Itsuka.

"M’lady."

She blinked at his antics but didn’t refuse, sitting down quietly—though she muttered a faint thanks at the last second.

After that, both unpacked their food and proceeded to begin eating, with Suzaku enjoying his BurgerQuirk Burger, and Itsuka her Quirkway sandwich.

As they munched pleasantly on their delicacies, Suzaku threw on a question to make some chat.

"Anyway, what was that about me buying you a motorcycle?"

"What? You can’t take a joke?" she sneered.

Suzaku sneered back, pointing his finger at her. "I invented jokes."

They stared at each other in silence before Suzaku decided to stop saying stupid shit.

"I’m just sayin’, it sounded a little too specific for a joke. You into motorcycles or something?"

"Perhaps..." She looked at him a bit suspiciously. "Why? Is it a bad thing?"

The redhead quickly waved his hands. "No, no, I’m just curious."

She raised an eyebrow, then nodded as she took a bite of her sandwich. "Then yeah."

"Heeeh~ Is that so?" Suzaku hummed in mock awe, a faint grin tugging at his lips. "Then, if I wanted to buy one, which one would you recommend?"

She blinked.

"Aren’t you still too young to drive?"

"Details, details." Suzaku waved her off. "So, which one’s the best?"

She grumbled, clearly unconvinced. "I don’t know if I should be encouraging that kind of—"

"If you tell me, I might let you drive it."

"There’s no ’best’ motorcycle. It all depends on what you’re looking for. Personally, I like the Quirknda CB500X best, but the CB650R isn’t far behind in terms of quality. However, if you’re looking into more specialized options, then—"

And just like that, Itsuka launched into a five-minute ramble about motorcycles. Suzaku could only nod, doing his best to keep up with the bizarre model names flying at him.

She only stopped when she noticed his completely lost expression.

"Anyway, the first ones I mentioned are the best in my personal opinion."

Suzaku pulled out his phone and looked them up on Quirkgle, raising an eyebrow as he scrolled through the images.

-Whistle...-

"They definitely look good," he murmured, massaging his chin—until he saw the price.

His breath caught for a second. They were... a little pricey.

But then he remembered he was supposedly among the upper class now, and quickly brushed the concern aside.

"Hmm... Maybe I’ll buy it." He muttered, putting his phone back in his pocket and taking another bite of his burger.

She raised an eyebrow. Though Suzaku had claimed to be rich before, she knew those bikes weren’t cheap.

"Won’t your parents say something about spending so much without their consent?"

Suzaku tilted his head. "I mean... They might complain a little, but that’s it. It’s my money anyway... and besides, my dad might even ask me to let him ride it."

She blinked, her expression clearly telling that she was confused about something.

Suzaku noticed and furrowed his brow, before realizing the misunderstanding. "Oh, no. When I said I was rich, I meant me, not my whole family."

She blinked again.

"Of course, I’m going to help them out financially if they ever need it. I ain’t that selfish." Suzaku clarified.

Itsuka looked dazed by everything she was hearing.

"So your parents aren’t the ones giving you money?"

"Nope," Suzaku replied with a pronounced pop.

Itsuka nodded slowly, accepting the idea that a classmate of hers was apparently rolling in cash.

"How?" she asked.

Suzaku scratched his cheek.

"Well... mostly because I was included in someone’s will. Though, so far I haven’t spent any of that money. I’m just using what I win at the—uh, what I earn at my part-time job."

"You have a part-time job?" Itsuka glared at him oddly. U.A.’s schedule wasn’t that strict, but it certainly didn’t leave much room for a job on the side.

"Uh..." Suzaku’s face stiffened the moment she asked. "Yeah... something like that. Nothing worth talking about."

Itsuka narrowed her eyes, staring at him in silence for a few seconds. Something about this was definitely fishy.

But ultimately, seeing Suzaku’s stone-faced expression, she decided to let it go.

If he wanted to keep his secrets, fine. Let him.

Besides, how many secrets could this red-haired weirdo really have?

Instead, she changed the topic.

"Who was the one who put you in their will? Were you two close?"

Suzaku paused mid-bite, looking thoughtful.

"Something like that... We hit each other a lot, so maybe that counts?"

Itsuka gave him a weird look. "... You hit each other?"

Suzaku nodded, then pointed to the picture of a certain old man lying on a desk behind her.

She turned to look, curiosity flickering in her eyes.

"He was my teacher," Suzaku explained, shoving another bite of food into his mouth. "So yeah, we beat the crap out of each other every time we met."

Itsuka nodded slowly, continuing to listen.

Suzaku sneered—though it lacked any real amusement. "I didn’t even know he was that rich. Hell, the guy looked like a vagabond most of the time. So imagine my surprise when I found out he left me a ton of money."

Itsuka nodded again, now glaring at the photo.

’So this is the person who taught Suzaku martial arts? He... kinda looks like him.’

There wasn’t any physical resemblance between the old man and the redhead. But the way he smugly smirked at the camera, and the way he carried himself, it was like seeing an old Suzaku.

Beyond that, the picture itself was surprisingly well-maintained. Framed cleanly, not a single speck of dust on it.

’He must’ve cared for him a lot.’ Itsuka noted, glancing at Suzaku, who calmly ate his burger like he didn’t have a single worry in the world.

Noticing her gaze, Suzaku’s eyebrow twitched.

"What?"

Itsuka smiled faintly, setting the photo back in place. "Nothing."

The redhead narrowed his eyes behind his glasses, chewing his burger slowly and suspiciously.

But with Itsuka saying nothing else, there wasn’t much for him to go on.

So, after a few more seconds of side-eyeing her, Suzaku shrugged and returned to eating at his usual pace.

-Cough-

—That lasted until the bread started feeling a little too dry, making him thirsty.

So, wanting something hydrate himself with, he stood up and walked toward the kitchen to grab another Coke, passing by Itsuka and—

-Clink-

—accidentally bumped into something, knocking it to the floor.

"Damn."

Suzaku was about to reach down to pick it up, but Itsuka beat him to it.

"Oh, don’t worry, I got it," she said, leaning over from her seat to retrieve it.

But as soon as she got a good look at it, she froze for a moment, blinking in surprise.

It was a golden trophy. And right at the center, engraved clearly, was the inscription:

[Winner of the Annual Tournament of Underground Fighting – National Level]

"..."

She blinked again, then read it two more times just to make sure her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her.

Then, slowly, she looked up at Suzaku—who was looking at her with a completely serious expression.

"Woah, where did that come from?"

"This is your house!"

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-To be Continued...-

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(A/N: I’m at my final exams arc, just like Suzaku in a few Chapters. Unlike him, though, I’m not sure if I’ll survive.

Let’s hope I do.

By the way, what did you think of the Chapter? There was a lot of interaction besides the usual Suzaku being a smartass, did it feel natural, I tried to make it so, but you never know.)

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