That incident back then had happened so long ago that even little Suì-Fēng couldn't clearly remember the face of the "rude boy" from that day. But the feeling of irritation lingered, and it was the exact same as the one she felt toward this "disrespectful person" standing in front of her now!
Always showing up to ruin her precious moments with Lady Yoruichi!
If she knew that both times it was the same guy—Shirō Emiya—Suì-Fēng would probably have drawn her blade already!
The Fēng clan hadn't told young Suì-Fēng anything about Shirō. She was still too young, and they didn't want to affect her training. The Fēng family was known for grooming Punishment Corps elites, and her future was supposed to be that path.
She didn't even know she had a fiancé—let alone that it was Shirō Emiya! So naturally, she felt nothing toward him but pure annoyance.
"Oh, this is little Shirō. Like you, he's here to study with me. He just started earlier than you, so I guess he's your senior~"
Yoruichi finally introduced Shirō—playing it off like she'd just remembered.
"This person is both impolite and presumptuous. How could someone like him be entrusted with such responsibility? Lady Yoruichi, please have him removed immediately so he doesn't interfere with your learning. From now on, allow me alone to serve you."
Suì-Fēng said bluntly.
CRACK!
A thunderbolt on a sunny day!
Last time, Suì-Fēng's murderous glare had caught Shirō off guard. He'd chalked it up to a misunderstanding. Even if it was real, he had comforted himself:
"She's just a kid—doesn't understand yet.
But this time, her blunt rejection shattered every last fantasy Shirō had been clinging to.
Right then, he wanted to lunge forward, grab her by the collar, and shout:
"Fine, you side with outsiders, but do you have to be this cruel?!
Watching Shirō's stunned expression crumble in disbelief, Yoruichi couldn't help but laugh. Her suspicions had been confirmed:
Shirō did know Suì-Fēng was his fiancée.
And Suì-Fēng? She didn't have the slightest clue—she didn't even recognize him!
Heh…
Yoruichi had originally thought she'd need to nudge things a bit to stir the pot. Turns out, there was no need for fuel—this fire was already blazing.
Well… maybe just a little kindling wouldn't hurt.
"Ara ara~ how could you say that?"
Yoruichi purred, snaking an arm around Shirō and clinging to him with uncharacteristic intimacy.
Shirō blinked in confusion.
What the heck was she doing?
And then he felt it—that gaze.
Like a blade across his neck.
A glare that made the last one look like a playful glance.
Yoruichi's little act had clearly smashed Suì-Fēng's jealousy jar to pieces.
"Lady Yoruichi! Please get down—what sort of behavior is this?!"
Suì-Fēng's voice trembled with panic.
"Don't worry about it~ Come here, Little Bee!"
Before Suì-Fēng could react, Yoruichi pulled her in too—pressing both of them against Shirō's sides.
Being hugged on both sides was something Shirō had fantasized about countless times.
But now that it was happening…
Why did it feel so off?!
As Suì-Fēng squirmed furiously, Yoruichi suddenly dropped her smile and said sternly:
"Little Bee! Are you disobeying me?"
"I—I would never, Lady Yoruichi!"
Suì-Fēng's whole body shuddered. She looked like she was about to cry. "I'll obey! Of course I will! But…"
Seeing that, Shirō couldn't stay silent anymore.
"Yoruichi, seriously—why are you scaring her like that?!"
But the moment the words left his mouth, Yoruichi turned to glare at him.
…Seriously?!
He defended her and still got the glare?
Fine!
Go ahead and glare!
Glare again! I dare you!
"Alright, alright~ Come here."
Yoruichi grabbed Shirō and Suì-Fēng's hands, putting them together.
"Shake hands. Be friends. You'll be back to normal in no time!"
Back to normal?
Seriously?
Shirō screamed inside, but said nothing.
As soon as Yoruichi let go, Suì-Fēng immediately snatched her hand back and turned away, face stormy.
If it weren't for Yoruichi's presence, she might've exploded on the spot.
Damn it, Shirō thought, this witch is trying to sabotage our relationship before it even begins.
Maybe he should pull Suì-Fēng aside and clear the air.
Definitely not in front of Yoruichi, though—nothing would go well with her watching.
Thankfully, the arrival of their old tutor broke the tension.
Usually, Shirō would joke around a bit during lectures. But today?
Every time he so much as breathed, Suì-Fēng shot him a glare sharp enough to slice paper.
He ended up silently sitting in a corner, forced to watch Yoruichi flirt with his future wife.
As for the old man, he didn't seem the least bit surprised by Suì-Fēng's appearance.
Clearly, he had been informed in advance.
Apparently, Shirō was the only one left out of the loop until it was too late.
Just like when he'd first arrived.
Shirō wondered if Suì-Fēng would get the same "special tutoring" he'd gotten…
But one look at the old man's disappointed face gave him the answer.
Nope.
Because Suì-Fēng wasn't here to learn—she was here to be a handmaiden.
She didn't even pretend to pay attention. At least Shirō had tried to study before giving up.
Suì-Fēng just kept watching Yoruichi, ready at a moment's notice to pour tea or bring snacks.
Eventually, the old man ignored her entirely.
But then he noticed something else.
Shirō, who had been keeping up well after getting his own cheat-sheet, had zoned out completely.
"Hmmph."
The old man snorted and dropped a suffocating wave of spiritual pressure onto Shirō.
Damn it! Reiatsu again?!
Even while being crushed, Shirō glanced over at Suì-Fēng.
She hadn't moved. Her gaze was still locked on Yoruichi—full of admiration.
Yoruichi, meanwhile, had draped an arm protectively over Suì-Fēng's shoulder, just like she used to do with Shirō.
But this time, she didn't lift a finger to help Shirō.
She just stood there, watching with a big grin.
What kind of people are these?!
Forget it.
To hell with it all.
Shirō gave up.
So what if Suì-Fēng didn't like him?
He'd avoid her if he had to.
One day she'd marry him anyway—what was the rush?
With that thought, Shirō finally noticed the crushing weight on his shoulders and shouted:
"Old man! Cut it out!"
The old man retracted it immediately, playing dumb.
"Hmm? Did I release any spiritual pressure?"
You bastard.
Shirō sighed. These people were going to be the death of him.
Still, from that moment on, he began to pay closer attention in class.
But whether hiding would save him in the long run…
Well, that remained to be seen.
After lunch, Yoruichi beamed at him.
"Little Shirō~ Why're you eating so little today?"
He turned away, exasperated.
"No appetite."
Yeah, no appetite.
How could he have one, when everything he tried to grab for himself, Yoruichi had Suì-Fēng snatch away?
If it were just Yoruichi taking his food, fine—he was used to that.
But Suì-Fēng? He couldn't bring himself to fight her for it.
Thankfully, Shirō had long since gotten sick of the Shihōin family's cooking.
He didn't mind skipping a few bites.
Still, he was absolutely not in a good mood.
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