You honestly weren't impressed. You were expecting a bit more from the great True Cross Order than a little dirty classroom. You stared back a the first-year class of the exorcist cram school with a bored expression. You scanned each individual face, there was a group of boys in a corner, a strange boy with a hand puppet, a pair of girls close to the door, someone playing a game in the back and up and front was a girl in a kimono and a boy. Your eyes immediately zeroed in on the boy.
Not saying a word you went straight to the back of the class and took a seat next to the person in the gray hoodie, ignoring all the stares you were getting.
You overheard the boy with pink hair saying something about you having a 'nice body' to his friends.
You ignored them; instead you had your eyes locked on the boy up front. Rin Okumura. Your tongue darted out to wet your crimson, smirking lips.
Everyone's eyes snapped to the door as it opened to reveal Yukio, or rather, Mr. Okumura. He walked in and placed his brief case on the scratched up top of his desk. His cold eyes scanned the room and, just as he had expected, you were sitting in the back with that Yamada kid.
"I'm sure you have all noticed our new student, Miss (y/n)." He regarded you from the front of the room with an intense almost calculating look. "She will be joining us from here on, please help her feel at home here."
After his brief address to the class he moved on to the lesson being taught that day, you paid no mind to what he was saying, you had no desire to learn how to kill your own kind.
"So," a feminine whisper came from under the hood of the person to your right. "What is a Succubus doing in True Cross academy? Did Mephisto let you in?"
You smiled, not taking your eyes away from the black board at the front where Yukio was scribbling various notes. You replied in a whisper, "How'd you know?"
You heard a slight laugh. "I think it was the giant boobs and overly revealing uniform."
You laughed quietly as well. "You don't have much room to talk, Shura, you wear about as much as I do half the time." You glanced over to her with a small smile. "Though I must say, the hoodie and baggy pants look is not your most flattering."
"You still never answered my questions. What brings you here?" She cut straight past the teasing banter.
"A mixture of Mephisto and boredom." You glanced over to her once more. "Don't worry, you don't have to slice into me yet, I have a purpose in being here. I'm doing a favor for Mephisto."
"Alright," She accepted the answer, though you heard a hint of suspicion in her voice. "But, if you are up to anything I won't hesitate to cut you to pieces."
You gave an amused laugh, a smirk tugging at your lips. "Can't wait."