You have no idea how happy I was to receive decent and a good number of reviews. Thank you all.
As for questions regarding Shinoa and Mitsuba, along with a few others, I honestly have no idea if they will ever make an appearance. For now, no, but that may change later on.

ALSO! To Kiri Kaitou Clover, I was absolutely shocked that I received a lovely review from you, but ultimately I'm really glad! I'm so happy you've been enjoying my fanfic so far. After all, it was your story that brought life to this. I also await Seraph's Rest's update Also, thank you for the correction in regards to little sister, I've corrected it now In regards to Yuu, I actually have trouble writing his character…

As of now, this is only those possessing the Seraph gene. However, depending on how the manga turns out, that may change.

As for pairings, there is none. This follows the manga in terms of relationships. And while I'm a mikayuu sinner, I don't plan on writing any for this story. Merely adorable fluff.

If Kimizuki had to use one word to describe his twin brothers, it'd be devious. From the moment they were able to walk the pair were causing all kinds of mayhem. At least, that's what their mum told him, and in regards to the twins her mind tends to venture off far beyond the limits of paranoid parent. And now that Kimizuki can look at things from a more mature point of view, he really can't blame her. Especially in regards to some of the crazy and mischievous inventions they've created over the years. And right now, if their mum knew what his intentions were at this moment, she'd be having a fit.

It wasn't hard to find the twins after dinner, the common room packed with Gryffindor students of all years as they chatted and completed homework. And while the twins may not be part of the majority completing homework, they sure are part of the minority having fun. And all Kimizuki had to do was follow the laughter and soon his sights locked onto two sets of identical red hair.

"Fred, George, can I speak to you two for a minute? In private." Whatever joyous commotion the twins had sparked up silenced almost immediately to his sudden intrusion, yet many still had smiles plastered on their faces as they stared down at him almost questioningly.

"What's this?" Began George, and Kimizuki had to refrain an eye roll at the beginnings of a long chopped-up sentence.

"Little, itsy, bitsy Ronald-"

"-Wants to speak with us?"

"In private!?"

Kimizuki wasted no time after that, skilfully grabbing their front collars and dragging them away from the crowd, earning many amused 'oh's' as if the display before them were the twins being dragged away by their disappointed mother. Once he had affectively dragged them to a private area; an impressive feat due to how crowded the common room can be, Kimizuki let go to face and turned the twins to such an angle that Kimizuki now had full view of the common room in case anyone interferes. Sparing a look behind the twins, Kimizuki caught sight of Yuu from one of the plush armchairs reading, the two locking eyes briefly as a message of understanding passed between them.

"Quite the strong grip you have, little bro," Grinned Fred. Or was that George? Kimizuki still had some trouble identifying the two. Especially in this low lighting.

"Indeed. Guess those morning work outs aren't for nought." Chimed in the other.

"I'll be brief," Said Kimizuki, his eyes flitting up to meet identical sets of eyes that shined with mirth. "What can you suggest that will help with the tracking or eavesdropping of an individual?"

The moments those words left his mouth Kimizuki knew what to expect. He's copped it quite a few times back home when he was younger, but now he's more prepared and mature to handle the teasing.

"Why brother, if it's an admirer you have than we'd be delighted to help!"

"Is that where you've been hiding all these times? Scurrying behind corners as you watched her from afar!"

"Or is it a him?" Inquired one cheekily, but Kimizuki paid them no mind.

"What I'm using it for is none of your business, but I can assure you it's not for that reason."

The two were, for once, silent in thought. Contemplating something unknown to Kimizuki, but a nagging feeling at the back of his mind told him a price has to be paid. Suddenly, almost simultaneously, matching grins spread across their faces.

"Alright, little brother, seeing as you seem so desperate."

"And what kind of older brothers would we be if we turned fellow kin away from such a request?"

A younger Ron, one ridden of past memories would've lightened up light a Christmas tree at having been granted such information from his twin brothers, but Kimizuki is no longer a naïve and gullible child. He knew what to expect from his brothers, and the twins didn't just give things away for free if it didn't benefit them in some way shape or form. So when they didn't respond, Kimizuki raised an expecting brow.

"And? I'm expecting two things from you and that's either what I requested or some sort of payment. Which will be first?"

Instantly the twins feigned hurt; clutching their chest in mock pain as one leaned on the other in an impressive display of sadness.

"George, you hear that? Little Ron expects to give something in return. What kind of selfish brothers would we be to demand such things from one merely seeking out true love?"

The adequate turn "adding fuel to the fire" came to mind as he silently watched the two with a stony expression; the prospect that one twin was the fuel and the other the fire seemed to enlighten any mystery surrounding them. But then it merely became apparent that all that was needed to create a massive burning fire of destruction was for the twins to be together; for the two fuel each other's tendencies.

"It hurts us, for you to expect such demands from family. It seems we cannot vanquish such dark thoughts from our gullible little brother." Bemoaned the other.

"It looks like we'll just have to aid in his hurtful request in order to calm his frail nerves."

The two instantly pinned their eyes onto him, expressions plastered with sadness and guilt while their eyes shined with mirth. Kimizuki fought off a smile.

"What do you want in return?"

The twins, much to Kimizuki's growing inpatients, put on an exaggerated thoughtful look, as if the idea had never crossed their minds previously.

"Hmmm, well there is one thing."

"Which is?" Said Kimizuki, arms crossed over his chest.

"Well, it's about your friends."

"The Unholy Trinity, as everyone's been calling you lot."

"Indeed. Potter, Weasley, Longbottom, and-"

"-Heaven forbid a Malfoy!"

"So that made us wonder,"

"Are they friends of yours from the past?"

"And if so, we'd like to know more about them."

Kimizuki didn't know if this was easier or harder than he previously thought. The question itself seemed innocent, but at the same time Kimizuki wished to withhold any information about their past from family. But then again, these are the twins. Devious as they are Kimizuki knows he can trust them to hold a secret, especially one like this. Sighing to himself in resignation, Kimizuki finally spilled the beans.

"Yes, they are. And they're the only ones as far as we're aware of." He began slowly, waiting for any other questions to be thrown his way. "Yuuichiro Hyakuya is Harry Potter. Yoichi Saotome is Neville Longbottom. And Mikaela Hyakuya is Draco Malfoy."

The twins blinked. "Hiyarkoya?"

"Hyakuya." Corrected Kimizuki.

"Does that mean Harry and Malfoy were related in the past life?"

"No. They both grew up in the Hyakuya orphanage when they were kids. So in a sense, they consider each other family." And Kimizuki left it at that. There was no need to delve deeper into darker waters. Kimizuki saw them struggle with grasping their original names and so, decided it'd be best to ease some of their suffering before they go irritating them with their mispronunciations.

"If it makes it easier, just call them Yuu and Mika. Now, will that be all?"

The twins looked at each other, contemplating before turning to Kimizuki with parted mouths.

"Just one more. A question more out of genuine curiosity." Began one, the other ready to finish their sentence.

"We understand now why you call Harry "Yuu", but why does little Malfoy call him "Yuu-chan"?"

For the first time in all his life, Kimizuki was unable to answer. He knew, just as much as the rest of their squad, why Mika called him Yuu-chan. And while Yu may say it's because of a childhood habit, one still wonders why a boy, one exposed to the horrors of the world and turned into a monster, one who believed his only family gone; would still call him Yuu-chan. And while Kimizuki doesn't doubt for a second that Mika still views Yuu as his brother feverishly, he still wonders if his feelings extended beyond that of family.

It was a question he could answer, but using the right words seemed difficult.

"As I'm sure you could guess, in our previous lives we lived in Japan. There, we use specific honorifics to address someone similar to that of 'Mr or Miss' in English, but added at the end of their name. Examples of this would be McGonagall-sensei, instead of Professor McGonagall. Sensei meaning teacher or professor."

Again the twins blinked, waiting for him to continue. The explanation is long winded, but necessary in order to properly explain the answer to their question.

"San, like Weasley-san, is used to show respect to a stranger. The English equivalent would be Mr Weasley. Sama, like Crouch-sama, is used when addressing someone of higher power than one's self. Then we get to the familiar honorifics. Kun is used when addressing a male; more specifically, a male friend. Chan is…" At this Kimizuki faulted. How does he explain this? Oh yeah, chan is used when addressing a lover or close female friend, but it's also used between children! Even with the added explanation Kimizuki fears the twins will disregard that little bit of information. Regardless of how he explains it the outcome doesn't brighten.

Taking a deep breath, Kimizuki finishes his sentence. "Chan is used mainly among close female friends and children, but it's also frequently used between… lovers."

Kimizuki honestly didn't know what type of reaction to expect from the twins. They may be his older brothers, but they were still a mystery in some regards. He didn't know if they'd exclaim in shock or laugh at him as if he'd told them a bad joke; but their reaction was one he put little thought into.

"Soooo, are Harry and Malfoy lovers?" Inquired one of the twins almost innocently.

"No."

"Then why does Malfoy call him Yuu-chan?"

"…I don't know. From what I heard Mika called Yuu that when they were younger. Maybe the habit stuck with him?" Offered Kimizuki lamely, praying to any God that will listen that they'll drop it and carry on their business. The twins were unpredictable in that sense that it deters him. In regards to any topic, Kimizuki has a hard time predicting whether the twins will tease and mock or take the matter seriously. Most times, it's a mixture of both. Regardless, the twists in reactions is enough to leave anyone pondering what's on their minds.

"Maybe you're right, little bro. Now that that's settled, you wanted something for tracking the love of your life?"

"Indeed, and we have just the thing that fits that criteria."

At this, Fred pulled out a folded piece of parchment while the other pulled out his wand. Unfolding the parchment, Kimizuki was greeted with a blank page, but awaited quietly for their next actions.

George held his wand over the parchment, lightly tapping it as he spoke. "I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good."

Black blotches of ink appeared onto the parchment, coming together to form words and artful swirls on the page as a greeting.

"A map?"

"Not just any map, little bro." Began George.

"It's a special kind of map. One of a kind."

"A map that shows everyone,"

"Where they are,"

"What they're doing,"

"Every minute,"

"Of every day."

"Nicked it from Filch's office in our first year." Finished the other, but Kimizuki didn't keep track of who spoke when; his eyes glued on the fading footprints and floating names of all present. His eyes locked onto two names in particular. It showed everyone in the common room, their names all floating beside still and pacing footfall, but his eyes were glued onto Yuu, who's feet were firmly planted on the ground in his armchair; the name Yuuichiro Hyakuya floating just underneath the name Harry Potter. Spotting his name, the same was said for him, with Shiho Kimizuki underneath Ronald Weasley.

"By the way, we already knew about their names, we just wanted to confirm things." Commented one of the twins, spotting his staring. Typical.

"This is brilliant." Breathed Kimizuki, for once in awe by the discovery.

"Indeed it is. Now, we'll let you keep it for as long as you need it, but once you're done we'll need it back."

"This is the key to our success after all."

"Now, remember little bro, when you're done, just give it a tap and say "mischief managed". Otherwise anyone can read it." As to demonstrate, one of the twins tapped the parchment, the ink disappearing from view as it returned to the blank parchment it once was.

Never before had Kimizuki thanked his brothers so feverishly.

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Mika wasn't nervous around his Godfather per say, more cautious. The man was of sort an enigma even among the welcoming household of Malfoy and many of its dark guests. He kept to himself, a loner even among the vilest of the Dark Lord's followers with no loved ones he held close to his heart; except for Mika. Mika was, by far, the closest thing Severus held close to his heart, and even then it wasn't that close. Close to be considered affectionate in his own way, but far enough to not have breached the walls guarding his heart and emotions.

Mika didn't know if what he was feeling was guilt or reluctance, but whatever it was, Mika knows it's to do with using his closeness to his advantage. Maybe it is guilt that he's feeling. Regardless of how he felt, Mika found himself out front of Severus's office after dinner, only having roughly twenty minutes before curfew to speak his words and get whatever information he had out of him. But for him, it does not matter how much time he has till curfew, for when his talk is finish his patrol mission will begin. Letting his knuckles lightly knock on the steady wooden door, Mika didn't need to wait long before the door was pulled open swiftly.

His expression changed within a millisecond of recognising Mika, but he quickly caught sight of the look of annoyance before it was quickly morphed into one of subtle puzzlement.

"Curfew is in 20 minutes." Was his only reply to Mika's sudden appearance, but he took it in strides.

"I need to speak with you. In private." Mika left his sentence open, the subtle hint behind his words were enough for Severus as he stuck his head out, looking down both corridors before opening the door wide for Mika; who walked inside silently. The door closed behind him as quietly as possible, the ancient wood creaking against cold metal screws and bolts as it closed firmly behind him. Turning around, Mika faced his godfather with an unwavering expression, their eyes meeting as Severus raised one brow to show his slowly growing impatience.

Mika, for the most part, decided that the only way to get answers out of him is to be blunt. As blunt and precise as ever in order to slowly cut through to him and his familiar stubbornness.

"Something's up with Quirrell and you're just as weary of him as I. You know something, don't you?" The question was rhetorical, yet the underlying of a question could still be heard and Mika lightly berated himself for the slip up; no matter how small. Whether Severus picked up on it or not, Mika couldn't tell for the man was a master at concealing his true intentions.

"And what made you so cautious of him to begin with?" Shot back Severus, is gaze calculating and stern. But Mika didn't show any signs of it fazing him.

"I could ask the same about you." So much for getting straight to the point.

Both brows rose at the response, and Mika for once couldn't tell if he's irritated or uncertain. Severus, as Mika has come to learn over the years, has a habit of dancing around the subject; weaving a web of words as he lures others closer to his invisible web. Many get caught, his own father being some of the rare minority that fall for his luring as they unknowingly leak the information he's sought after. But Mika is different. And while many have undoubtedly thought along the same lines, internally boasting, they fail to understand how Severus weaves his web to begin with.

He's a creature of habit. He dances the same tune over and over again, different steps and beats added here and there depending on who his partner is, but nevertheless it's the same. People who challenge him, however slightly, enter his dance into thinking they can take control of a dance they know not the sequence to. And that is how they fail. But Mika is different.

He won't dance to his tune. Nor will he create his own dance; overpowering his godfather's own in an act of dominance. No, he'll stop the music completely; ending any attempt to take control of something he's already performed numerous times. After all, how can one weave their web if the construction to hold it in place is destroyed?

Inhaling deeply through his nose, Mika decided to take a leap of faith. "My mother has told you what I am, am I correct?" At this Mika caught sight of a subtle flinch, something which could've easily been missed by any normal human. But then again, Mika isn't exactly human now is he? "As I'm sure you're aware how the heart tells the truth of how one feels. He lies, daily, about every little stutter and fright he performs. Instead of frantic and panicked heartbeats all I hear are steady and calm beats. He lies; and you know, too. But what I'm curious is, what do you know? Or in this case, what do you suspect?"

At this, in an open act of defiance and impatience, Mika leans majority of his weight on one leg as his arms cross over his chest; his expression set in an impatient frown as he gave his godfather his best unimpressed stern glare. Outwardly, Severus appeared conflicted, his stare wavering ever so slightly as he stared back, but Mika could see behind the façade. Internally, he's frozen; unsure as how to approach this sudden turn of events. In all truth what Mika is currently doing seems petulant and amusing in his little eleven year old body; void of the hardened features he'd gained from war and the life he'd grown accustomed to in Sanguinem. And no doubt Severus cannot take him as seriously as Mika hopes; being accustomed to Death Eaters and the dealings of Voldemort would've steeled him from intimidations and threats.

If Mika had to be honest with himself, it'd be that he's certain Severus won't reveal any information on his part, and that it may take a little more persuasion before he can even remotely open up. But he can hope, and if it annoys him to think so, than he hopes his childish demeanour will help in anyway.

"I suspect," Began Severus, his annoyingly familiar drawl set into place, "that you've pried too far into adults business."

Mika gritted his teeth in irritation, forcing himself to calm down as he bit out his next words. "It seems you've forgotten the part where I've been reincarnated. Godfather." At this Severus's eyes twitched, but not in annoyance. To further prove his point, Mika shot him his best glare. "I'm twenty seven, not eleven. I've seen and fought my fair share of war. We can help you. We share the same suspicions as you. I've told you what I know, and all we want is for you to tell us what you know."

At this, Severus's eyes narrowed. "And, pray tell, what would you know about war? If my maths is correct, you died when you were sixteen. What would a sixteen year old know about war?" Mika inwardly bristled, the tone sounding as if he's reprimanding him.

Normally, Mika views Severus as family; at least on the Malfoy side. They got along well, and younger Mika even admired him. But now, it seemed all previous memories as a Malfoy washed away, leaving nothing but an irritated and no nonsense Mikaela Hyakuya standing before the icy man. If possible, the temperature in the room dropped.

"Myself and Yuu-chan were forced into war when we were twelve. We lived in war and we died in war. I'm sure I don't need to explain much further as to why your question is empty." Mika easily fell back into pace with Mikaela Hyakuya; the steely vampire trained and raised under the Third Progenitor herself. Living a life of Draco Malfoy didn't erase the paranoia and guardedness his past youth grew up in. As mentioned, he grew up in war at the tender age of seven and joined the fight; even though he was practically coerced into battle, and Yuu was no different despite the somewhat normal life he got to live. But then again, their lives were already thrown into war long before the virus struck.

His life has been too tainted to ever have a chance at being normal. His vampirism has crossed over to the next life, with the ever helpful Seraph gene in his system. And with war practically beaten into his system through years of training and battles, being exposed to the harsh world of both humans and vampires, it'd be a miracle if Mika ever relaxed and simply let go.

If Severus still continues to use such a scandalising and reprimanding tone, Mika has no idea if he'd be able to maintain his cool. He may look it, but he's far older and this man knows full well, too. And, once the fuse has been lit, has quite the destructive temper as well.

"Professor Quirrell may or may not be one of the Dark Lord's blindly loyal followers." Spoke Severus at last, his tone quiet as if afraid of being overheard.

"May? Is that your suspicion or are those the words of another?"

Severus pinned Mika with a knowledgeable stare, one that communicated a much deeper message. "What I suspect is often pushed aside until proven right." The door to his chamber opened, Mika briefly unaware that the man had moved closer to the door as he spoke, opening it wide as a gesture that Mika's time is up. "I suggest you leave. Curfew has well and truly passed. I'd hurry if I were you."

Silently, Mika made his way to the opened door, not sparing the man a glance as he passed. It was only when he stood in the middle, blocking the way for the door to close, that he spoke his parting words.

"I'll let you know if your suspicion is rightly placed." Without another word, Mika left; walking down the darkened corridors as he began his first night shift.

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The plan sounded easy. Find a chance to speak to Quirrell alone and see if he can gain any hints or clues that could place any amount of suspicion on him. But like most things; easier said than done.

"How the Earth do I do that?" It's a question that's been flickering in his mind on and off, easily push aside by school work and classes for it to remain a present issue in his mind. But it always came back, and with it came the unanswered question. How the hell does he attempt it? If Mika is right, and there's something more at play here, than he can't outright ask about anything that could be deemed suspicious. Because if the man is indeed lying, than he'd pick up on the tactic and clam up.

After all, those who lie and manipulate can easily detect one; especially if they've been deceiving those for quite a long time.

"But you're in Hufflepuff," Says a small part of his subconscious. "And a first year. He'll underestimate you."

"Besides, you already have the upper hand."

And if Yoichi thought about it, he does. He has a demon weapon at his command, along with the demon and Seraph gene's rapid healing. If he also counted his prior past knowledge, languages, and body strength he's slowly developing, than the outcome if worse turned to worse seems to easily fall into his hands.

But what good is a demon weapon and body strength when it comes to gaining information? He's a sniper, not a spy. This type of dealing is more Mika's side, having dealt with vampire politics under the Third Progenitor.

"But he's already doing just that." Said his mind, "Professor Snape is as secretive and disclosed as they can get. You have it easy."

At this point, Yoichi doesn't know if this is just his demon taunting him or if he's just stressed. Sadly, both are believable. Regardless, there's nothing he can do. Not now, at least, as he stands hesitantly out front of Quirrell's office door, fist poised to knock as he gathers his scrambled thoughts. Exhaling deeply, Yoichi let his fist knock thrice on the heavy oak door, almost jumping when the door opened rather violently and un-expectantly; Quirrell appearing as if caught off guard before quickly morphing back into his usually persona.

"Y-yes?" He quivered, and Yoichi was briefly side-tracked by how similar his name is to his actions.

"Um, I-I was hoping you could help me with Defence Against the Dark Arts. I'm having a little trouble following through with your lessons…" Trailed Yoichi, a nervous laughter bubbling out to cover up his strong implication. Quirrell regarded him for a moment, and it was then that Yoichi was struck with a strange feeling. He couldn't place it into words, but it was similar to how vampires eyed humans; watching, analysing, calculating. As if determining their next move and how to respond. It was such a stark contrast to his previous behaviour that it caught Yoichi off guard, but he easily masked his confusion.

"O-of course." Stuttered Quirrell, his lips twitching up in an equally nervous smile as he opened his door wider for Yoichi to enter. Smiling back, Yoichi entered wordlessly, his eyes instantly eyeing everything around the small office for anything out of the ordinary. But what is out of the ordinary? The Wizarding World isn't as simple and black and white as what one might think. The simplest of objects could easily be enchanted with any number of dark and nasty spells, while many others could be sealed away and out of view.

"W-what exa-actly are y-you strug-gling wit-th?" Yoichi jolted out of his musing, turning around a little too fast to face Quirrell, who stood right behind Yoichi. Coming face to face with him at such close proximity gave a jump to his heart, and Yoichi fought with himself to remain calm both internally and externally.

"Oh, um, everything? I understand what we're focusing on, but I'm having trouble with our assignments…" Lied Yoichi, remembering his military training. It was training they'd received specifically for the Vampire Extermination Squad. Keeping their heart rate calm, to be able to lie without giving any ticks or twitches to indicate otherwise. Vampires, as he'd learned, have a keen eye and ear for those sought of things.

Lifting up his bag, Yoichi pulled out his parchment and tome, holding them within easy view of Quirrell.

"I was just hoping you could point me in the right direction so I have a more confidence in what I'm supposed to be doing. I guess I'm just nervous…"

"No n-need t-to be so nerv-ous." Smiled Quirrell in what was supposed to be a reassuring smile, but to Yoichi it looked strained, if not twitchy.

At this, Yoichi forced himself to beam in relief, setting his parchment and tome onto Quirrell's desk, opening up his tome to the page they were referred to as he got out his ink and quill. "Could you point to me the key pages that'll be helpful? This tome is quite large and the chapter has up to twenty pages."

Quirrell looked uncomfortable, eyeing the small space on the desk and the space provided by Yoichi, and that was exactly what Yoichi wanted. Mika said that something was off, so maybe if Yoichi got closer he'd be able to pick up on something. Something other than garlic.

Finally, Quirrell wordlessly made his way next to Yoichi, letting his index finger run down the sentences of the paragraphs and began to point our key areas; pausing every so often for Yoichi to write down the sentence number.

Guiltily; Yoichi became easily side-tracked by the helping hand, the information Quirrell providing actually becoming useful for Yoichi's assignment. It was during this point, when they had gone through nearly half way through the chapter, did Yoichi let his eyes wander around the room. First starting off with the pieces of parchment on the desk, the odd book here and there, before his eyes wandered along shelves and pictures, before finally resting on Quirrell himself. During this time, Yoichi was unaware of his staring as Quirrell's stuttered words began to go through one ear and out the other; his words not registering as an ominous feeling began to prickle under his skin the longer his eyes remained fixated on Quirrell's head.

It was at that moment that Yoichi noticed what was wrong. His demon's attention was unusually fixated on Quirrell.

"Gekkouin?" His attention not shifting to the subtle presence at the front of his mind. Gekkouin remained silent, but his sudden fixation remained prominent, leaving Yoichi to wonder on his own what had gained its attention.

"Professor…" Piped Yoichi, curiosity slowly growing the longer his demon remained silent.

"Y-yes?"

"Why do you wear that turban?"

As if to further add suspicion onto him, Yoichi could've sworn he froze for the briefest of seconds.

"I-it was a g-gift fro-"

"-From a prince, I know." Cut in Yoichi suddenly, the ominous presence intensifying. "But why wear it?" He breathed, his words becoming shallow as the urge to rip off the turban became present. "Why do you wear it every single day?"

"I think it's time you left." Cut in Quirrell, his expression surprisingly stern as he took a step back. Yoichi blinked, the ominous presence intensifying, but less suffocating with the sudden distance. Regaining his thoughts, Yoichi silently packed his belongings and hastily exited the office, sparing Quirrell one last glance before leaving. Hastily making his way to his common room in an attempt to unscramble his mind; to go over what had just happened and to make contact with his demon. Something tells him there's more to it than what meets the eye and it all starts with Gekkouin.

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While all of this went on in the span of a few days, Yuu sat isolated by himself in the library; homework in front of him with his quill still sitting in ink as he pouted childishly.

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