The Faker was back. Engaged in conversation with the lady in chair, he wore that same calculated smile that had caught her attention before. However, this time, he had a young girl by his side, no older than eleven. The stark contrast between them was impossible to miss.

As she watched them interact, she couldn't help but be drawn to the girl's vivacious energy. Unlike the faker, who seemed to be a master of deception, the young girl's smile and excitement were entirely genuine. Her joy was infectious, and it made her stand out in a crowd full of strangers.

Curiosity piqued, she observed the faker more closely this time. As he turned towards the little girl there was a change. To her surprise, she saw a glimmer of authenticity in his eyes. His emotions appeared to be real, not just a mere imitation of what they should be like. It was as if a part of him had broken through the facade. Slowly both started to go deeper in the library. But unlike last time, she did get a chance to actually interact with him.

he positioned himself directly in front of her. The stack of books he carried caught her eye, and she couldn't help but be intrigued by the diverse collection. From Middle School Maths to Cooking, the unexpected mix of subjects made her raise an amused eyebrow. While the girl settled into a seat next to him, the boy wasted no time. He opened the cooking book to reveal a tantalizing array of Exotic European dishes. Meanwhile, the young girl confidently reached for the middle school maths book, even though she seemed too young for such advanced topics. Undeterred, she began jotting down problems in a small notebook she had brought along,

It wasn't long before the faker broke the silence, he signed.

"Pleasure to meet you again"

A sudden jolt of realisation shot through her, causing her to go stiff with unease. The boy knew her secret; there was no doubt about it. Not only did he use sign language to converse with her, but he also referred to their supposed previous meeting, exposing that he had seen through her carefully crafted secret identity. The weight of the truth settled heavily upon her.

"Sorry, if I wasn't supposed to say it, I won't refer to it again"

As she looked into his eyes, she could sense the sincerity in his words and see the truth reflected in his body language. A wave of acceptance washed over her, and she let out a sigh of resignation. There was no point in dwelling on what couldn't be undone. If he had shared his secret with her, it seemed only fair, with a firm resolve, she nodded, acknowledging the unspoken agreement between them.

"Shirou Emiya, my name"

"Cassandra Cain" to which she replied.

"And this is my younger sister Miya Emiya" he conversed while pointing towards his sister.

"Ohhhhh older brother finally made a new friend" and excited voice broke into their silent conversation.

She looked towards the younger girl, Miyu who seemed excited seeing them.

The girl then looked towards the book that she was holding.

"Ahhhh, sorry I didn't know you can't speak or read, you know it was Older brother here who taught me everything when I was young" A mischievous glint sparkled in the young girl's eyes, and while she couldn't fully comprehend what the girl was saying, she sensed that something was brewing. There was an air of cunning in her body language that intrigued and worried her at the same time. The faker, with his genuine emotions, seemed less threatening in comparison. But this girl, she was the real danger; she possessed the art of getting exactly what she wanted.

A flicker of realization illuminated her features as she turned towards her brother, her eyes brimming with excitement. Whatever she had said seemed to send him into a sudden panic, and she couldn't believe that the usually composed faker had the capacity to feel such strong emotions. Their animated conversation lasted no more than a minute, but the intensity of their exchange was palpable.

As the conversation reached its conclusion, the boy let out a defeated sigh, the weight of his sister's enthusiasm undeniable. He turned towards her, his expressions unchanged but with a hint of a smile lingering beneath his tired eyes.

"Would you mind if I help you with studies, please say yes because otherwise my sister won't let me use the kitchen for whole week"

She couldn't believe what she was witnessing, but without a second thought, she nodded in response to the faker's plea. Relief washed over the boy, and a silent understanding passed between them. Without saying much, he rose from his seat and took a position right by her side.

Let it be known that Cassandra was never one to enjoy studying, but today was different. Against her usual tendencies, she found herself actually learning a good amount. The boy proved to be an excellent teacher, patient and engaging, making even the most challenging topics seem approachable. Surprisingly, she discovered that studying with him felt enjoyable, like being enveloped in a cozy bubble amidst a vast, cold desert where the sun never rose and the snow never ceased to fall.

After a few hours immersed in their enchanted study session, the trio finally emerged from their trance. As time slipped away, the realization of the passing hours brought them back to reality. It was time to return, and with a sense of contentment, they gathered their belongings and carefully returned the books to their rightful places on the shelves. Just as they were about to bid farewell, the faker no Shirou, signed.

"Tomorrow, same time?"

She couldn't help but smile.

Okay so a reference to the ability, I like the chapters with Cass, because it allows me to actually drop a lot of hints of the story. Let it be known that I am not writing this story to explore the magecraft of Shirou but more of to explore the character and how I perceive him to be. And I am not dropping the names just as it is and introducing character because I feel that if I just keep doing name calling and expiation within the statement, it would make it less realistic. Remember anything outside the interaction with Cass is a facade.