No blood! No bone! No Ash!

He was fine? He didn’t seem fine, his cheeks were all warm and red! If he had a fever then Yuno would have to help him back to the academy, though if they were sharing a milkshake then it was likely that he had passed his fever onto her too. There was the possibility that he wasn’t sick, but then why else would his cheeks be all red? Yuno noticed that he had a confused look on his face before she felt something against her lips. Her eyes widened out of shock once she realised what was going on. Well, at least she didn’t have to worry about his fever anymore.

Misaki didn't even know why he had decided it was an appropiate moment to kiss her. No, he didn't even know why he had thought of kissing her in the first place! It was true it wasn't the first time they did so... But it was the first time he had kissed a girl because he felt like doing so, to be honest. Her lips were just so warm and smooth and it's mere brush felt so weird. So good at the same time. 

So fucking amazing. 

Even if his mind was filled with all sort of doubts while he kissed Yuno his body seemed to move on his own, one of his hands resting on the female's shoulder, the other clumsily caressing her hair, fingers playing with one of her red ribbons. Yeah, fine, cooperation between his thoughts and his actions couldn't be worse. It took the boy a while to lean back; better said, he only parted when he was breathless, remaining at a short distance of her face, his breathing turned into soft, weak gasps. Somebody needed to give an explanation about what had just happened...

She was just... too cute for words.

"D-Don't worry... It's fine!" he wrapped an arm around the female's body when he heard some strange, creepy noises coming from the corridor. Dammit, he wouldn't come out alive from this fucking place if things kept going like that. But even if he was scared as hell, he just couldn't stand that like an idiot but keep going, taking care of Yuno as well and making sure she was alright. That's it, he had to protect the ladies!

“If it’s with you then of course it will be!” She tried to ignore the fact that she had probably just confessed to him and that they looked like a couple with their hands interlocked like that. Yuno just hoped she wouldn’t embarrass herself too much in front of him. She just hoped she could man up enough to face her fear of haunted houses.

Right?

But something told him the female wasn't a friend. At all. If he just considered her like that, then why did he act in such a dumb manner every single time she was around? He couldn't entirely explain it. Well yeah, Misaki knew damn well he wasn't good with women, but was it just his imagination or he was extremely fidgety when he was with Yuno? He better don't think about that, not now.

"Y-Yeah, let's... go inside." Misaki said finally, grabbing her hand tightly (strying not to hurt her that way as well) and going into the spooky room. He sure would regret that choice of his later, but he couldn't go back now. Well, they couldn't. Both Yuno and him would have to make their way out from there—he just hoped there weren't too much scary factors inside.

She got up and half dragged her chair to place it next to his. “Problem solved!” Yuno chirped. Though she couldn’t help but notice how pink his cheeks were. “D-do you have a fever, Yata-kun?” She placed her hand on his cheeks, thinking it was an innocent gesture of checking his temperature. She knew it was far better than the method of putting her forehead against his, who knew what would happen then?

It didn't take too much for Yuno to grab her own chair and place it next to his, though. That mere gesture had been enough to bring Misaki back to his train of thought—they were pretty close again. He tried his best to remain calm, but as soon as he looked at her every effort was for nothing. Besides, the factor she had placed a hand on his cheek made it pretty much worse.

Her cheeks went as pink as her hair again once she had realised that they had just shared an indirect kiss. She tried to not let that bother her seeing as they had kissed like, 5000 times just before. And she would’ve been kissing his cheek or somewhere else on his face if she had been sitting right next to him because he just looked super cute. Good thing she was across the table.

"He... did something horrible to a pal" the ginger replied a bit bluntly "and I'll make him pay at any cost." that sounded pretty believable, and it wasn't a lie at all. Misaki thought telling her may make her feel... Uncomfortable, or sorry for the cameraman's loss. He needed none of them. 

Right after he had answered, the boy took another short sip of the milkshake, laying his eyes on Yuno once more. It must be sorta comfortless like that, moving the glass from a side of the table to another. Maybe it would be better if they were sitting next to each other...? Misaki frowned a little, a light flush still being quite seeable in his cheeks.

Yuno hoped he didn’t mind when she took a hold of his hand. I mean, friends were allowed to do that right? “Only if you want to.” She said with a light blush. She needed to stop doing that every time she talked to him, but she really couldn’t help herself. Besides, going in a haunted house wouldn’t be too bad if she went with him, and anywhere else would be a lot of fun too!

If the ginger had to be entirely honest, he didn't want to go inside the Haunted Room at all. But the very thought of the pinkette with a scared expression in her face, grabbing him tightly while calling him... was fairly enough to make his cheeks heat up considerably. That was it. Misaki could be his hero and protect her from any danger! Of course he would never let anybody threaten a lady (ignoring the fact he was scared as hell, too. But oh well!).

Just then the trailers ended and eery background music began to play, along with something moving on the screen. “About time! Now we get to see the setting!” Erika said with a grin, her voice a bit too loud and causing the other students and staff to glare at her. Unlike everyone else, when it came to movies, her and Walker were known to be commentators and over reacted to scary scenes. Sometimes they would whisper while others they would be narrating and comparing it to other works in the genre. This was enough to drive Kadota and Togusa nuts and was the reason why the van gang no longer had movie nights.

Going back to the screen, an old, rickety house began to appear out of the darkness, a sudden howl causing many in the theatre to jump in fright. “So is it a werewolf flick?” she asked, watching the screen intently as the camera zoomed in the door. “This had better not be another Blair Witch movie but with a haunted house. Those were so obviously fake and all they did was talk into a home video camera!” How that was ever made into a move she would never know.

"I-I prefer the action ones" he replied to Erika in an intent of distracting himself from what was being reproduced in that enormous screen. Acton movies were by far better: there were plenty of battles and punches and kicks and the special effects were pretty cool in most of them! And the best part was that they didn't have any spine-chilling scene that made the ginger feel uneasy, scared and utterly ridiculous.

That creepy background music took Misaki out from his thoughts all of sudden—frigging hell, his train of thought immediately stopped as he listened intently to it. He would have preferred Erika to be talking all loud during the entire fucking movie so that he couldn't have to hear it, really.

I'm not scared, I'm not scared, I'm not scared, he repeated constantly inside his mind. But his thoughts and his actions were a huge contradiction itself. 

".......!!" a tiny, frightened whimper escaped from the commander's lips as that abrupt howl sounded near the house, his hand grabbing the brunette's in a reflex action (he would probably regret it later, but he didn't have time for that now). Even if Misaki really didn't wanna look at the screen he couldn't take his eyes off it for some odd reason. No, no, no, no, don't open the door he was saying to himself as the door was opened, stepping inside that ghostly hallway. 

“Yata-kun?” She had to make sure that it really was him and not her just being very, very paranoid and delusional. Her mind did sometimes play tricks on her. Like him staring at her. Yes, she decided, it was only her mind being dumb and silly. And if he was then she must’ve had something on her face. Her hand reached up to brush her cheek in case there really was something there. Hopefully the action wasn’t too out there and noticable. “I was just looking around too! I was hoping to find somewhere to eat but I ended up… here instead.” Yuno could only wonder how she managed to get to the one place she dreaded most.

"Uh... Hey!" first thing Misaki should do was maintaining a conversation or something, but that was the best thing that came to his mind. Congratulations, man. In an intent of smiling, his lips just formed a messy grin. He shouldn't be that damn fidgety again, right? She was such a nice girl he was glad he had met, and they had shared some kisses and... Wait, that certainly wasn't the moment to bring that up. Sure not.

Whoa, eating something sounded by far better that going inside the haunted room. There were plenty of students that loved going inside in couples and sharing a terrifying experience together. Misaki just found that dumb as fuck, and there was absolutely no way he was gonna do a thing as such. Definitely. And of course he hadn't imagined what would it be like to go inside of one of that spooky rooms with Yuno and act all brave and protective and—

Misaki, you stop that.

Damn. His head was throbbing.

Whatever his previous subordinates served him at his leaving party last night was ridiculous. The door, for now, had closed on the manga industry, thus forcing the pheasant into yet another line of work in the hopes that the path to revenge will become clearer with his next step. 

If Isa Souma can work in a school, so can he. And he will excel.

The inventor and certified crazy bastard himself couldn’t possibly comprehend the many situations that lurked within his new place of work, but as long as he could develop his weapons to kill his rival, there was nothing Tohri could complain about. In fact, he could probably tap into the imaginations of the roused youths surrounding him much like his previous experiment with the otaku species. He was a genius, after all. How hard can it be?

Well, that’s his initial thoughts. However, a stirring feeling rose from within the darkest corners of his stomach as golden hues scanned the congregation of students and faculty that seemed to be laughing….in his direction………Ignorant fools! A man of such beauty and decadence as he shouldn’t be ridiculed. In fact, he wasn’t entirely sure why he was receiving such treatment in the first place. After looking down at his being though, Tohri soon found out the source of the problem.

He was, stark naked. Oh…so….naked….. How drunk did he even get last night?

Grabbing the first person that was near him, he screamed in their face with embarrassment.

That was what Misaki would reply if somebody asked him about the lifestyle in Tancho Academy. The only things he enjoyed were skipping classes and skateboarding. Without that, he would be bored as hell, day after day. But well… He was seriously wondering if somebody would have the guts to ask him, anyway.

No clue about Totsuka’s murderer had been found until then, so the only thing the commander could do meanwhile was searching tirelessly for something that made him give an step forward. He was stuck in the mud and it didn’t seem he would advance anytime soon. Walking all along the corridor, he opened the sliding doors of the classrooms and popped his head out, threatening eyes surveying the confused looks of both students and teacher as he looked for the face of the albino assassin—then he closed them with a slam, once he didn’t find him in there. 

Misaki was in the urge of punching somebody to ease his anger, honestly. Where the fuck was that bastard hiding? He kicked a rubbish bin, cursing loudly as all it’s content was sparsed on the floor. And of course, he wasn’t gonna clean his mess.

It was when he turned the corner the moment in which his arm was grabbed by somebody. A huff came out from his lips. Wasn't it clear enough that the ginger didn't want anybody to approach him!? Much less in such a way, all of sudden! Misaki was about to lash out at whoever was behind him when—oh boy. The display his eyes meet leaves him speechless. Utterly speechless.

"..................................."

What the fuck is this dude doing naked in the middle of the corridor.

At first he could have sworn he was a chick—but well... His nude body doesn't really tell him so. No words came out from his mouth as he offered him the red sweater he usually wore tied around his waist. In a normal situation, Misaki would have punched the blonde's face and leave him a decent bruise that reminded him that he shouldn't do that again, and much less talk all high and mighty to him.

Yuno was.. a little uncomfortable with the whole sharing a straw thing, but it wasn’t something she couldn’t handle. She’d done it before! And besides, hadn’t they kissed like, twice already?

The pinkette didn’t know whether he wanted some right at the moment, but Yuno took the first move and brought the straw to her lips. “It’s really nice!” She smiled. “Try some!”

His train of thought was immediately lost as he looked at the pinkette, who was now taking a sip of the milkshake ordered for two. She looked... cute, really. The boy couldn't help it but smile a little as he watched her. Once Yuno had finished, he approached his lips to the straw and drank a bit.

"I... It's not bad" Misaki didn't like milk at all, even if this was strawberry-flavored at least. He had grown to tolerate it at least, since he couldn't stand it when he was younger. Hopefully, he had Saruhiko with him at that time, and he gladly drank his glasses of milk in exchange of getting rid off the vegetables on his bentou. His brown optics then laid on the straw... And cheeks went all red as he realized Yuno had placed her lips on it before.

No sooner did she think that than the lights dimmed and the screen came to life. “Oooh! It’s starting!” Shame they were missing popcorn, a necessity when it came to watching movies. “I wonder where you can get some snacks around here?” She looked around, but to her dismay there were no snack carts or stands nearby. Then she remembered that this was a festival and that they were all outside. Damn.

Ah, well; at least she had a movie to keep her preoccupied! Looking towards the screen, she saw some ads playing, which made her frown. “I always hate this part. They never show anything good,” she griped, gesturing towards the screen with an offended look on her face. “It’s either some trivia thing or really bad movie ads. Or food ads.” At this point, Erika was beginning to ramble and ignore the plight of the boy sitting next to her.

...right?

Little time had passed when the lights went off and some images began to appear in the screen. Advertisements? Good. Misaki let out a sigh of relief. At least the torture wasn't gonna start for now. 

"It would have been cool if we had taken something to eat, yeah..." the boy muttered, almost as if he was talking to himself and not to the brunette. Well, he wasn't too hungry, really. But having some food on his hands would indeed entertain him enough not to look at the screen for the whole two hours.

Why is she complaining about the advertisements, though.

"...They are great." the ginger replied bluntly. They are indeed the best part of this fucking visualization! Not blood, nor dismemberment, disgusting ways of dying or whatever creepy and unsabory stuff Misaki believed that was going to appear in the film. In addition, they put the film back for some more time. And that was a fucking bless for Misaki. Thank you, based God of cinema.

“Oh, uh, I don’t really mind sharing! I really can’t let you spend too much, especially not on me.”

Yuno felt a little awkward sitting there across from him, she’d much rather be sitting next to him so that she wouldn’t have to face him with her stupid blush all the time. Besides, cuddling with him sounded cute! Wait what was she thinking oh my GoD Yuno stop before you hurt yourself.

Even if he had been for the pinkette for some time, the boy still felt incredibly awkward around her. He wasn't the one to blame; it was so unexperienced on this! Maybe they could start a conversation, but... What about? Misaki just knew talking about skateboarding, arcade games, getting into trouble, Homra and obviously, Mikoto-san. He wasn't really sure the female was going to be interested in any of that topics. Sure not.

For that reason, Yuno's questions were almost like a blessing, a huge relief. Now he just had to answer and make sure the conversation could keep flowing! "Uh... Not really. I don't give much of a shit" Misaki replied, his voice sounding less nervous than before, but still. "I came here looking for a guy" he would have preferred calling him bastard or something like that, but he did restrain himself from doing so. He didn't really want to explain the details to the pinkette, since talking about murder and dead pals mustn't be too nice.

"What about you?" Misaki just made his question when the waiter came back, placing a single glass in the middle of the table. And then he squirms. Yeah, it's a milkshake indeed, that's kinda obvious! A strawberry milkshake. With a single straw. For two.

Was it too early to call him by his first name? Well, that became a habit of Luka’s especially after becoming a teacher. After all, you don’t really go seeing a teacher calling a student by their last names with honorifics right? Well, she could do that right? Or not.

 “Are you really nervous eh—Yata-kun?” Hopefully that makes things better for him. Oh Luka you’re so nosy goddamnit. Let’s consider the fact that she doesn’t really get nervous in front of people as much as she use to unless they’re within her age group or above.

 “Oh I see,” Luka scratched her chin a little before smiling at the teenager, “Well welcome aboard. Hope you have a nice time here and meet new people!”

He was still stuck in the conversation with Luka, if that could really be called a "conversation". It was basically Luka talking and the boy stuttering like a goddamn flan. No, even flan would be fucking steady comparing it to him. The commander had to do a titanic effort in order to reply to her without mumbling.

"Uh... kinda" Misaki stuttered, hazel optics looking away. Once more.

The fact she called him by his surname made him feel a little relief. The boy felt sorta uncomfortable when people referred to him by using his first name, since it sounded quite girlish. Yata or even Yatagarasu were just fine for him though.

How was Misaki supposed to meet people if he would be avoiding contact with any human being that wasn't the goddamn man he was looking for in Tancho Academy, he wondered. But Luka was just trying to be nice to him by saying so... What made him he kind of guess it wouldn't be bad trying to repay that kindness by intending to be nice to her as well.

"T... Thanks, Luka" the boy actually managed somehow to say that in quite a stable tone. Heck, the female was doing her best on maintaining a conversation with him and Misaki was just there, standing like an idiot. He didn't know what to talk with her about, but he thought about something else he could say. "...Are you a teacher?"

“Milkshakes? Of course!” She smiled, she didn’t have a particular flavour preference. “You can just choose for me, I really don’t mind! A-anything’s fine.” This was really turning out to be a date. What had Yuno gotten herself into? It goes from some dumb game, her hoping to get a little eye poking, but instead she ended up kissing a (cute) guy! Wow.

At least, the fact she found all his propositions good was a huge relief for the boy. He didn't really care about the flavor of the milkshake either, so he looked at the long list and it's wide range of different choices before chosing one: strawberry. Right after reading that word Misaki thought it kinda suited Yuno to have such a drink... Wait, why was he thinking about Yuno now!?

Once he had made his choice he raised his hand, a waiter attending them a short while later. Misaki then realized the milkshake was a little pricey, and even if he would have enough money to afford two of them, the idea of paying such an ammount still didn't convince him at all.

Scratching his head in embarrasment and his eyes gazing upon the female's, the boy opened his mouth to say something. He closed it again as he hesitated and eventually opened it once more to talk.

Her eyes drifted from the screen and onto the boy next to her, not at all fooled by his words. If he was going to be convincing, he needed to get that waver out of his voice. Then, maybe, he had a shot of fooling her. “Uh-huh. Well, if you’re expecting this to be a short one, you’d be wrong. Prepare for a two hour long movie.” Maybe longer depending on the credits. Either way, the boy wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

"...? Two...?" Misaki repeated it, taking for him a little to realize about her recent statement and oh—wait. Wait just a single second.

"Two... hours... you say?"

And then he hopes really badly for a short instant that she's fucking kidding about what she just said, but her expression while saying it doesn't tell him otherwise.

For a moment the boy stops listening to her, his mind still trying to process the just received information. No. Please. Erika, you're teasing him. Or maybe that's what Misaki strongly wants to believe, because he now knows what is waiting for him inside this damned auditorium. He didn't ask for this shit when he decided to have a walk around the festival.