To say that you drew some attention was an understatement. Yeah, you agreed to go along with Mephisto's hair-brained plan, but it took a bit more persuasion. So here you were, squeezed into a tiny button up shirt and trying to hide your tail under a ridiculously short skirt. Mephisto bragged about these uniforms being his own design. You were starting to think he was a closet pervert.
You stopped for a moment to scan the crowd of glaring girls and entranced school boys. You placed a finger to your plump lips, looking for your current target.
"Oh~" You purred, eyes zeroing in on the boy you were looking for. "There you are.~"
You approached the oblivious brunette, reaching out a hand to lightly tap on his shoulder. His blues eyes connected with your seemingly innocent ones as you clasped your hands behind your back.
He turned to fully face you as you spoke, "Yukio Okumura?"
"Yes." He replied curiously, readjusting his glasses.
You grinned at him before extending your hand, "I'm (y/n), the new transfer student, I was told to come to you to lead me to my classes."
"Oh, yes." He smiled back at you and took your hand. "It's my pleasure to help."
"Oh, thank you!" You replied in a sweet voice and giving a respectful bow.
Yukio's cheeks tinted pink as the view he got down your shirt. He looked away nervously and mentioned. "Y-you might want to button up your shirt the rest of the way, school policy."
You looked down in surprise. "Oops," you touched top button, but did not fasten it. "I was so nervous this morning I must have forgotten."
You flashed him your cutest grin, eyes narrowing deviously as he looked away blushing. He looked back to his little
Group of fan-girls nervously before grabbing your hand and leading you away from them, he couldn't have such a cute girl caught up in a cat fight.
He didn't happen to see you stick your tongue out and give a rude gesture to the hissing group of fan-girls.