You entered the cram-school class with a bit more of a spring in your step. Though he was exactly acting nice, Yukio had stopped ignoring you. Through the rest of your classes he only treated you with cold tolerance. He was intrigued.
You sauntered your way to the back of the class, taking your seat next to the disguised exorcist with her face in a PSP. Yukio began his lesson once everyone took a seat and you began to lull into a bored, daydreaming state when Shura's voice surprised you.
"Yukio knows, doesn't he?" She gave a low mummer, amusement clear in her tone.
The corners of your mouth pulled up in a slight smirk. "How did you come to that conclusion?"
"Ain't it obvious. He ain't even lookin' at you." Her thumbs skirted over the buttons on the game. "And I felt a demonic presence from this class when I was headin' back to my dorm. You really should be more careful with releasing your seal."
You leaned back in your seat with a bored look. "Since when are you so concerned?"
She chuckled lightly. "Well, if you are here for Mephisto, then I don't want your plans gettin' derailed. And if you're causing trouble on your own, I want to be the one to kill ya."
A grin stretched across your lips. "How interesting. You're a fun as ever, Shura."
"I'll just take that as a compliment."