"Somehow, I find that endearing," Satori said, his lips curving into a lopsided smile that made her heart skip.
The conversation flowed easily after that, like water finding its natural path. Satori asked about her family, coaxing stories about her childhood from her with genuine interest. He wanted to know about her design sketches
He listened—really listened—to her answers, occasionally prompting her with insightful questions that showed he was truly paying attention, not just going through the motions of conversation. When she spoke, his eyes remained fixed on her face, never wandering to the other attractive girls who occasionally passed by their window.
It was... nice. Better than nice. It was intoxicating. For a little while, Emi could almost forget about the chaos of the academy, the terrifying Dr. Death, the crushing pressure of training, the curious stares of other students.
