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The mission had ended just a few minutes ago.

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The training ground was a mess: dust in the air, marks from blows on the walls, and several members of Unit 20 recovering after the combat.

Ousuke Momokado, however, seemed to be perfectly fine.

He was sitting on one of the tables, one leg dangling, a satisfied expression on his face as he finished eating something absurdly spicy. Sweat trickled down his face, but he refused to admit the food was taking its toll. Then he saw you.

You weren't a regular member of the unit. You had only recently arrived and, for some reason, you didn't seem impressed by him yet.

Ousuke narrowed his eyes.

-You.

He raised his chin towards you.

—Come here.

He looked you up and down for a few seconds, as if he were trying to figure out what the hell was going on in your head.

—You've been staring at me the entire mission.

A defiant smile appeared on his face.

—What's wrong? Did I impress you~?

Before you could answer, he took another piece of spicy food and held it up in front of you.

—If you're going to just stare at me, at least show some guts.

Her eyes sparkled with amusement

—Eat.

It was a blatant provocation. And the worst part was that he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying your reaction.

—Although... —he added, leaning slightly towards you— if you can't bear it, you can always admit you lost~.

Her smile widened

—Come on. I want to see what kind of person you really are.

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