"G-Gray?!"
Dimitri's breath hitched, his chest tightening as though someone had wrapped iron chains around his ribs.
Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping down his temples as his whole body quivered.
His fists clenched so hard his knuckles cracked, but it wasn't exactly his strength that made them shake... it was fear.
Utter, bone-deep fear caused by Gray.
'How the fuck is he here?!'
He had thrown everything he had to destroy Gray's life, and yet here he was, standing inside Gloria Academy like nothing had happened.
Worse… he wasn't just here. He was in the most prestigious class, while he, himself, had been shoved into EF-Class, the worst class.
"...Dimitri? Are you okay?"
The gentle voice made him snap his head up as a beautiful light brown-haired girl with golden eyes stared at him with concern deeply etched on them.
"I-I… y-yeah," he stammered, his voice breaking as if his throat was strangled.
He nodded stiffly.
"I'm okay…"
