Rafayel burned this scene into his memory.
I wish I could take notes, but if someone catches me doing that, they'll think I'm spying…
And if anyone ever finds that notebook, I'd die of embarrassment.
I'd better not leave any evidence…
While watching the two upperclassmen sweet secene, Rafayel grinned to himself as all sorts of ideas spun around in his head.
Then, he picking out several pairs of senior students who seemed even slightly suspicious, he matched them up into imaginary couples and indulging in the fictional stories that was playing out in his mind.
Maybe it was karma for having such an easy time so far, or maybe he was just too caught up in his fun—but he completely failed to notice the presence creeping up behind him.
"Hey, you. What do you think you're doing?"
Rafayel who is startled turned around quickly.
Standing there was a boy wearing the same trainee uniform as him.
"Uh… um…"
Rafayel fumbled for a reply, but the other boy didn't wait.
