Every morning, when I wash my face and look in the mirror, I see this 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿. And I remember that day... 🐠𝕊𝕆 𝔼𝕍𝔼ℝ𝕐 𝔻𝔸𝕐, 𝕀 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕄𝕆ℝℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕎𝕀𝕋ℍ 𝔽ℝ𝔼𝕊ℍ ℍ𝔸𝕋ℝ𝔼𝔻🐠

Sl!t!

Staring at him with her hands on her hips.

"Here. Take this. I made it myself." She hands him a basket of Christmas chocolates.

"No one cares."

Kei internally smiled but still kept her cool front. "Oh, I just followed the basics. I managed to get these correct on the first try." No, she didn't. She burned her hand, making these multiple times in an attempt to make them perfect.

"What...?"

"Malleus, I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about. Have you gone senile?" The noir haired woman crossed her arms, staring at the sneering witch with an eye of suspicion.

Mirroring her actions, Kei took a step back, her icy demeanor never changing in the face of the prying woman. She sweeped a lock of her hair with her arm behind her back. "I still don't understand what you mean, simplify it."

"...Huh?"

"N-No! What makes you think I'd do something like that?!"

"That means nothing, as all my life I've been training rather than having time for silly activities such as romance..."

"You're disgusting."

"There's nobody!"

Kicks her in the shin.

"....!" Even though she had been restrained, much like a fly caught in the web of a spider, Sakurai continued to struggle. "Take it off. Now. Or I'll burn you to a crisp with my Beriah." She threatened, cool rage beneath her voice.

She wonders what 𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 exactly sees in Malleus to persistently chase her so...

Pink haired girl. 4'9.

Yes. Her. That's the one.

"Hmmm..." She doesn't trust him. She thinks he's a degenerate.