Immediately, laughter erupted from behind him.
A shameful method…?
Aviora tried to think hard about it, but no matter how long she pondered, she couldn’t figure out what “shameful method” he was referring to.
In the end, she shook her head in confusion. “I have no idea what you’re talking about…”
But… was it true that Orson liked boys?
The people around them had started to look over, and seeing them gathered around Avira, they began whispering quietly.
“What’s this about? So arrogant, it’s annoying!”
“Exactly! Orson Flynn isn’t that kind of person, okay!”
“They’re always causing trouble for no reason. Disgusting!”
“They’re just jealous of Avira Nassy being more impressive and getting all the attention, so they’re deliberately making up stuff!”
The boy stiffened, his expression darkening instantly.
“Ugh… I’m really hungry. I’m going home to sleep… bye-bye…”
She said, preparing to walk around the boy to leave, but he grabbed her hand and, in one swift motion, clamped his fingers around her chin.
“Hey! You shorty, don’t get so full of yourself—”
“Let go of her.”
Suddenly, a young man’s pleasant voice rang out clearly amid the murmur of conversation.
The cold tone was like delicate snowflakes dancing in the sky, only to harden into sharp spikes the moment they touched the ground.
The icy aura that swept over made people shiver involuntarily.
“It’s Young Boss Asake!”
A girl squealed excitedly!
In an instant, everyone’s attention turned to him.
Without acknowledging the shocked and mesmerized gazes of those around him, Asake’s focus was solely on Avira.
He wore the pristine white uniform of the academy, his jet-black hair messily framing his eyes. Beneath the dark fringe, his deep purple eyes glimmered like a shattered galaxy, though the innate regal aura he carried kept most people from daring to meet his gaze.
Standing beside him was a boy with purple hair, trailing him like a shadow.
At the moment of their appearance, everything around them seemed to dim.
“Ah Asa!”
Avira turned her face away to escape the boy’s grip, and when she saw Asake, her dazed eyes suddenly lit up.
Hearing the way she addressed him, the crowd froze in disbelief.
They had never seen Avira and Asake interact at school before, but were they actually that close…?
“Come here.”
Asake’s lips curved ever so slightly, but he kept his distance, standing still with a hint of reluctance. Yet his gaze softened as it landed on her.
“Mm…”
Avira nodded and obediently walked over to him.
Asake, seemingly unfazed by the attention around them, pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket. With his other hand, he gently lifted her chin and carefully wiped it, as if some filthy substance had tainted her skin. His movements were so graceful and poised that they appeared purely platonic, perfectly justifiable, leaving no room for criticism.
Clinton’s expression stiffened for a second before returning to his usual mild demeanor.
Seeing the young Boss be so gentle with someone… it really was a rare sight.
If it were anyone else, he might have been surprised.
This gentle expression was something even those at home, in private settings, rarely got to see.
Asake was like a being above all others, his innate nobility forming a barrier between him and everyone else, elevating him to unreachable heights.
But if it was this girl…
Perhaps he could understand.
Because this girl… Was just like him.
Just like the young Boss.
For a moment, the air grew eerily quiet.
Only the golden light of the sunset enveloped all of Easwest.
On the empty court, a basketball cast a lonely shadow.
The wind carried a faint, sweet fragrance.
“Ah Asa…?”
Avira looked at his face, puzzled, but didn’t resist.
She clearly didn’t feel any discomfort from the sudden change in the atmosphere.
“Young Boss Asake, it was all a misunderstanding!” The boy, realizing their connection, immediately adopted a fawning expression. “We were just joking around with her earlier.”
Satisfied that her face was clean, Asake’s lips curved slightly in a smile.
“Let’s go.”
As if he hadn’t seen the boy at all, Asake grabbed Avira Nassy’s hand and started walking toward his parked car.
Avira obediently followed, letting him lead her by the hand, though her expression remained one of confusion. “Ugh… Ah Asa, I can go home on my own…”
“Don’t you want cake anymore?”
Seeing her puzzled look, like a rabbit being lured away, Asake couldn’t help but laugh.
His deep purple eyes were like moonlight shimmering in the night sky, crystal-clear yet flashing with a barely perceptible glint.
