If you weren't a demon you would be fearing your life right about now.
You laughed when Yukio's chopsticks missed his mouth as he watched you while you made conversation. You grabbed a napkin and lightly wiped the food from his chin with a grin that only grew wider when he blushed and looked away from you.
You heard the hissing group of fan-girls from there. You looked over your should to take a look at the group of girl hiding oh-so stealthily behind a tree. You rolled your eyes and moved your attention back to the man in front of you. They should know better, men are nothing but greedy pigs.
"So, (y/n), how are your classes going?" Yukio asked, readjusting his glasses.
You laughed lightly, "Well you should know, we have all the same classes."
He put on a smiling face, but his thoughts were in a whole different place. Oh, he knew how your classes were going, he had been keeping an eye on you the whole day. He hadn't seen anything more than an abnormally beautiful schoolgirl. Until third period, it was the only time you hadn't been at his side. He had noticed you watching a couple get into a spat ending in a crying girl and an indifferent, single guy. Later, around third period you had disappeared for about five minutes.
Word of the boy being found delirious and beaten to a bloody pulp had circulated by the end of that class. Granted it was far fetched, but still, grounds for suspicion.
Despite what his head was screaming, he just couldn't pull himself away, it was as if you had an invisible leash around his neck. If you weren't talking to each other at the time, which wasn't often, he never seemed to stray out of sight of you. He would find himself looking over to you randomly in the middle of class, distracting him from his work. He was Yukio Okumura, he did not get distracted from his work. He hated to admit it, but demon or not, he was falling for you.
You both continued your chatting as you discarded of your lunch trays and walked together to the next class.
Sitting in your desk, you folded your manicured hands and gave them a harsh glare.
You had slipped up. You had slipped up, and now he knew.
You didn't know how much he knew, or if his thoughts had moved beyond suspicion. You mentally cursed at yourself for being so stupid, but you couldn't help yourself. Those two were the exact picture of you and every ass you dated in highschool and the rest of your life.
You looked over to your studious target. You had underestimated him, he was and upper second class exorcist after all, he isn't ignorant like his brother.
You let out a little snicker, all the tension leaving your body. Oh well, so you slipped up once, this only makes the game all that more interesting.