His soft pink hair fell messily over his eyes, partially obscuring a pair of brown irises as rich as molten chocolate. Those eyes exuded an irresistible allure, darker than an angel yet purer than a demon.
Dressed in the Sandfield Academy uniform, the boy’s presence felt tailored to perfection. The black shirt beneath his blazer had its collar rebelliously flipped outward, emphasizing his pale neck and adding a casual elegance that radiated an effortless sense of style.
The golden Sandfield Academy crest pinned to his chest gleamed brilliantly, as if proclaiming his unparalleled charm.
Perched on his shoulder, a sleek black cat licked its paw with a refined grace. Its piercing emerald green eyes, however, remained faintly fixed on Avira.
“Do you think so?”
Another voice, almost identical to the first, chimed in.
Avira shifted her gaze from the first boy, her eyes momentarily locking onto the second.
It was a face identical to the first boy’s—equally exquisite, with a tall and slender build reminiscent of a runway model. His slightly longer hair added a touch of softness, while the crystalline clarity of his gaze reflected a radiant charm. Yet, the nonchalant smirk playing on his lips carried a trace of mischievous allure.
The two boys stood side by side, so stunning that it was impossible to look away.
Everything around them seemed to blur, as if the world had been wrapped in a soft-focus filter, leaving only the twins sharply defined in their brilliance.
Kuti, the one with the longer hair, turned his amused gaze toward the crowd of starry-eyed girls outside the door.
With a hint of feigned curiosity, he asked, “Are we… that easy to overlook?”
“No… no way!”
As if spellbound, the girls outside responded in unison, their voices dazed.
“Thank you.”
Kuti’s voice carried a faint hint of amusement as he offered his thanks. His beautiful eyes curved upward, catching the light like a cascade of diamond-like sparkles. The effect sent the girls outside into a frenzy of excited screams.
“Hey, Avira.”
The black cat boy, who had been leaning casually against the wall, straightened up and walked toward her.
As though worried she might have to look up at him, he bent slightly, bringing himself to her eye level.
The smile on his thin lips carried a mischievous edge, playful like a child’s, but under the soft glow of the setting sun, his face was angelic in its beauty.
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
The distance between them was so close she could feel his breath.
There was a faint, distinct scent about him—clean and pleasant, without a trace of being overly sweet or feminine.
Avira tilted her head slightly, her expression puzzled as she blinked at him.
“Who are you…?”
“…”
For a fraction of a second, Vince’s smile faltered.
“You don’t remember?”
Avira bit her lip, tilted her head thoughtfully for a moment, and then shook her head.
“I don’t remember unimportant people.”
Clearly, the events of that day had long since slipped from her mind.
Between preparing for the piano test and dealing with basketball team matters, trivial incidents like that didn’t occupy any space in her thoughts.
Unimportant…
Vince’s movements stiffened briefly.
He took another moment to assess the girl in front of him.
Avira looked back at him with an almost perplexed gaze. Her misty eyes were entirely sincere, showing no hint of deceit.
“Pfft—”
Orson couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
“‘Unimportant people’—now that’s exactly the kind of thing Avira would say.”
Resting his pale arm over her shoulder, Orson pulled her gently back into his embrace, his chin naturally finding a place atop her head.
The golden strands of his hair shimmered faintly in the light, and his blue-green eyes glimmered with quiet amusement.
“Don’t mind her. My Avira just tends to speak bluntly.”
Should I feel reassured or helpless?
To her, even the most beautiful faces can’t compare to a piece of cake.
This trait was oddly comforting yet…
How do you seduce someone like that?
Vince straightened his posture. He didn’t seem angry. On the contrary, his gaze remained fixed on her with a spark of interest—less personal affection and more the intense curiosity of a competitor eager to test her abilities.
The black cat on his shoulder shifted slightly, its emerald-green eyes narrowing briefly.
“We wouldn’t let something like that bother us.”
