Misaki Shokuhou glared fiercely at Roland.
Although Roland had demonstrated a relatively formal introduction first, she had intended to give her name coldly out of a petty sense of defiance.
Yet, for some reason, that idea suddenly fizzled out under his gaze.
Wasn't this just like a student getting caught by a teacher after doing something wrong?
Misaki Shokuhou, who considered herself a mature woman, found this particularly hard to let go.
But Roland clearly hadn't noticed the girl's little thoughts.
"Misaki Shokuhou. That's a name that really suits you."
"Mm..."
Although she had always been proud of her name, Misaki Shokuhou also understood that her surname could seem rather over the top to someone encountering it for the first time.
She had already prepared herself for Roland to tease her about it, only to receive such straightforward praise instead. With a retort already brewing, the girl found herself at a loss.
Somewhat disgruntled, Misaki Shokuhou pinched her straw and sipped the orange juice before her.
I've fallen completely into his rhythm...
She was supposed to be the strongest mental ability user, yet, setting their abilities aside, being around this boy who only occasionally seemed dependable made her feel as though she was the one being tamed.
It had to be that confidence of his, as though he had everything under control.
Was it because he came from the outside world?
No, Academy City wasn't an isolated utopia. If anything, to the outside world, it was a mysterious and desirable place.
Even without considering the special nature of ability users, Tokiwadai Middle School was a renowned aristocratic girls' school outside the city. What allowed Roland to disregard those identities and differences had to be his own potential as an ability user.
At that thought, Misaki Shokuhou felt considerably better.
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