#|pre despair|

"How about you don't try them and instead you get away from my sight? I'd appreciate it very much if you would fly off."

"The dimwitted mermaid, as usual." He growled as he straightened a bit after the impact. Fortunately, he didn't drop anything from the crash but the feeling of anger did remain.

“Could you please lower the volume? I am trying to read.” For the people passing by, the volume of her console was barely audible, but for him who had deliberately chosen that bench in Hope’s Peak Courtyard, the sound was enough to distract him from his book. His crossed legs soon moved to switch positions as he patiently waited for the female to respond to his petition...

“I am not interested in petty games, Ludenberg. If your intention to bring me here was to scam me then you should go back from where you came.” Tired about it, the heir glared at the female with the idea of not partaking at any idea the gambler had.

How bothersome. Of all the people to penetrate his safe haven it was none other than the detective herself. He barely understood how they could even coexist in the same academy less the same classroom, yet it had taken quite a lot of his patience to endure the stoic nature of the violet haired woman. As the slender fingers trailed along the pages of the book he was reading before, cerulean eyes glanced every now and then to pinpoint the female’s position. He hoped silently she would grow bored and leave, rather than clash once more.