It was Monday, and Miles and Isaac sat in their dorms common room, hard at work studying. They both had been trained on how to not stand out in their work. Don't draw attention with your intelligence, but don't look like you aren't trying either, Matron had been very thorough in that lesson. It was a surprisingly hard habit to break, or at the very least endure since Miles had to actively ensure he didn't get the right answer even though he could figure it out easily. The homework probably took longer because of that. No one else was around, with the only sound being the scribbling of their pens.
"So when are you going to stop pretending you don't see how my sister feels about you?" Miles stopped writing abruptly and slowly looked up at Isaac, who hadn't even stopped moving his pen on the math equation he had been working on.
"I have no idea what you are talking about." Miles said as he looked back down at his own paper and attempted to resumed his work.
"I know you aren't that dense. You would have never been able to become a spy otherwise." Isaac prodded, his tone still annoyingly devoid of any discernible emotion. Miles was having a harder time focusing, and had misspelled a word on his paper. He irritably crumpled it up and tossed it into a nearby trash bin.
"What are you getting at?" Miles asked, moving his papers aside and putting both elbows on the table, more than a little annoyed.
"No denial this time?" Isaac replied as he calmly moved aside his work and looked up at Miles, flipping his pen around his fingers. His expression was neutral, though by Isaac's standards that was the equivalent of him openly brandishing his knives. Miles decided that denial wasn't his best choice of action.
"Are you asking how I feel about March?"
"Yup." Isaac said, his expression unwavering.
"I never took you for the overprotective big brother type." Miles said, in genuine disbelief at discovering the reason of his comrades inquiry.
"March is the only thing that I care about in this entire world. I'm sure you don't have very much love for my uncle either, even if he was willing to let you live with us. He is nice, but it's obvious he would cut ties with our organization if he could, including kicking all three of us out." Miles nodded in agreement. It's true Duke Arc would probably be better off without the three of them.
"I'm not getting out of this one am I?" Miles replied dejectedly.
"Nope." The last person Miles wanted to talk about this with was Isaac.
"Well I...I...feel the same way as she does." Miles said, looking away and rubbing his neck nervously. When he looked back, Isaac had a small surprisingly genuine smile on his face.
"Well then, I expect a confession by the end of this week."
"Pardon?"
"Confess to her by the end of the week or else there will be….consequences…" Isaac's genuine smile gave away to an unflattering villainous grin. Miles groaned and face planted into his desk. He heard Isaac chuckle a bit before clearing his throat and getting back to his homework. This was going to be a complicated week.