SHAWN's POV

As I entered the University, Jarvis greeted me with a remark about being 15 minutes late and walked ahead. I glanced over at the parking lot where Nathan's sister was standing, seemingly waiting for someone. When she noticed me, she raised her middle finger and stuck out her tongue. That girl is really weird.

"Why are you always waiting for me at the gate?" I finally asked Jarvis, something I'd been curious about for a while.

"When I stand here, I get to see a lot of women with different sizes of boobs. Feels like they're sandwiching my face," he replied, much to my regret.

HYRA's POV

I felt the curse of drowsiness weighing me down after a sleepless night thinking about Conan. He rushed me to get ready because we were running late for school.

"Are you dressed? I'll get the car ready; just meet me outside," he said from my doorway.

I was already dressed and waiting for him to enter, feeling a pang of disappointment when he didn't.

I checked myself in the mirror, smiled, and thought, "I'm beautiful and perfect. Falling for myself."

"Put on your seatbelt," Conan instructed as we headed towards the University. I rolled my eyes but complied. Disobeying him was not an option; he'd toss me out of his car.

"You'll stay longer at school today. I'll pick you up later when you're done," he said, surprising me.

"You're not going to school?" I asked incredulously.

"I have a lot of paperwork to finish," he replied shortly, testing my patience even further. I couldn't understand how Conan managed to rank first; he skipped classes and broke rules often.

"Let's have dinner together later," he added, instantly dissipating my morning annoyance. He knew exactly how to appease me.

I didn't realize we were nearing the University until he stopped the car nearby and handed me the keys.

"If you want to go home, you can use the car," he said, a hint of embarrassment in his tone.

"I'll look forward to dinner," I said, giving him a wink. He pretended to gag, earning a glare from me.

Conan ruffled my hair before stepping out of the car and into another waiting vehicle across the road. Five men in black suits assisted him, but before he got in, he glanced at me and waved. I brushed a strand of hair from my face and drove into the University.

–

As I arrived, I leaned against Conan's car for a moment. Feeling someone's gaze, I glanced around and caught Maniego looking at me. Could he have a crush on me? I raised my middle finger and stuck out my tongue in response.

–

The bell rang, signaling the end of classes. Today was a regular day with mixed-student classes. The Elite's break started earlier, but I didn't want to join them, so I waited for the next bell.

"This school is unfair. They get special treatment, and everyone adores them," I muttered to myself.

"What's the Elite student doing here?" someone whispered.

"Isn't their break over yet?"

"We can't eat until she's done?"

Rolling my eyes, I gathered my tray of food. Their break was only 30 minutes compared to the half-hour the Elite students had, and I didn't want them wasting time waiting for me to leave.

I searched for a quiet place to eat but ended up running out of time, resigning myself to returning to class.

Navigating the vast university, I struggled to find my next class. Fortunately, a teacher helped me out. Initially intimidating, he softened upon seeing my badge, revealing even teachers could be manipulated by the Elites.

With five minutes left before class, I approached the door, but it swung open abruptly, revealing a man who seemed intent on ruining my day.

"MOVE!" he yelled at me.

Did he think I'd be intimidated by shouting? To me, it was just like a hungry puppy's growl.

Yawning, I stood my ground.

Inside, the classroom was chaotic, with students writhing on the floor in pain. Had he attacked them, and for what reason?

"ARE YOU DEAF?! I SAID MOVE!"

His spit hit my face.

"You first," I replied with a smile, hoping to dazzle him. I widened the smile even more.

He gritted his teeth and attacked, but I easily evaded his every move. His stance was weak, full of openings.

Sighing, I attempted a flying dropkick. He smiled. Damn! It was a trap, but backing down wasn't an option.

I rolled and hit my back against the wall. Teachers were nearby but looked away, ignoring us.

So this was Caribbean University? Everything here was awful.

SHAWN's POV

"STOP!"

Just as I was about to strike her, Nathan intervened, separating us.

Accompanied by Mr. Fonancier, Nathan approached us calmly.

"What the hell are you two doing?" he asked, barely containing his anger.

"She/He started it," we both said simultaneously, exchanging glances.

Nathan's sister pulled something from her pocket and flashed her middle finger.

My jaw tightened. Before I could react, Mr. Fonancier grabbed her collar.

"Miss Fukushima, let's talk," he said, dragging her away.

Once Nathan's sister was out of sight, I turned to Nathan.

He sighed deeply. "ALL OF YOU, BACK TO YOUR CLASSES!"

With a single command, the bustling hallway turned eerily quiet.

A chill ran down my spine.

"Let's talk. Follow me," Nathan said abruptly, leading the way. Now I knew where his sister got her attitude from—Nathan himself.

"Hey, Nathan, does your sister lack manners?" I asked, curious.

"She grew up alone. No one taught her," he replied tersely.

"Oh." What more could I say?

THIRD PERSON's POV

It was 6 PM, and classes had ended. Hyra was leaving when she bumped into a man.

"Ouch!" they both exclaimed.

"Are you blind?" she snapped.

"That's what I was about to ask you," Shawn retorted, clearly annoyed.

They glared at each other, sparking tension among the surrounding students.

"You're lucky I'm not in the mood," Shawn muttered under his breath, his words barely audible.

"What did you say? Wala siyang tammmod?" Hyra scratched her head before walking away.

SHAWN's POV

As I watched Hyra walk away, I couldn't shake off the bizarre encounter. She was like no other girl I'd met before—fiery, unpredictable, and utterly captivating in her own way.

After the commotion settled, Nathan and I found ourselves in a quiet room within the university, away from prying eyes and distractions. He seemed to have something urgent on his mind.

"Can you do me a favor?" Nathan's voice was unexpectedly serious, a departure from his usual composed demeanor.

I nodded, taking a seat and pouring myself a cup of tea. "Go ahead."

"It's becoming increasingly known that Hyra is my sister," he began, his expression grave. "I need you to protect her."

Protect Hyra Demonise Fukushi— "Damn it!" I cursed as tea spilled on my clothes, breaking the seriousness of the moment.

"Are you serious, Nathan? Me? Protect her?" I wiped at the mess, trying to process his request. "You've seen how we almost kill each other, haven't you?"

"Yeah, I've seen it clearly," Nathan acknowledged, his tone unwavering.

"Then why me?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Because you're the only one who can handle her," Nathan explained, his gaze steady. "Dad can't know Hyra's here, so I altered some of her information before reporting to the Elders. When her true identity is exposed, I need you to be there for her."

"Why do I feel like this is your last request? Are you planning something?" I pressed, sensing an underlying urgency in Nathan's demeanor.

He rolled his eyes, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Considering recent events in Cyrus' district, I want to tighten security in my territory. There are issues that need my attention."

"I'll do my best not to kill her before you return, okay?" I replied dryly, earning a small quirk of Nathan's lip.

"I'll hold you to that," he said, rising from his seat. Without another word, he left the room, leaving me to contemplate his words.

What the fuck!

THIRD PERSON's POV

The sun had already begun its descent when Conan arrived at the university gate to pick up Hyra. He parked his car nearby, scanning the area until he spotted her standing amidst the bustling crowd of students. Her presence stood out, a mix of confidence and defiance that intrigued him.

Conan approached her, a faint smile playing on his lips as he greeted her warmly, "Hey, Hyra."

Hyra turned towards him, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Took you long enough."

"Traffic," Conan replied with a shrug, holding open the passenger door for her.

Hyra slid into the seat, and Conan closed the door behind her before making his way to the driver's side. As they drove towards their dinner destination, Conan stole occasional glances at Hyra, noticing the subtle tension in her posture.

"So, how was your day?" He asked, breaking the silence that hung between them. He kept his eyes focused on the road ahead, but he could feel Hyra's gaze on him.

Hyra leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms casually. "Eventful, as usual. Got into a bit of trouble with some guy, but I handled it."

Conan chuckled softly, his lips curling into a small smile. "You seem to have a knack for that."

Hyra rolled her eyes playfully. "Or maybe trouble just finds me wherever I go."

–

They arrived at a cozy restaurant nestled in a quiet corner of the city. The ambiance was warm and inviting, with soft lighting and the aroma of freshly cooked meals wafting through the air. Conan and Hyra settled into a corner table, the quiet intimacy of the setting adding to their ease with each other.

Conan and Hyra perused the menu, engaging in light banter as they debated their choices. The conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with shared laughter and occasional teasing remarks. Conan found himself drawn to Hyra's wit and unpredictability, admiring her resilience in the face of challenges.

As they enjoyed their meal, Conan couldn't help but notice how different Hyra was in this setting—relaxed, yet still fiercely independent. He admired her ability to navigate through life with a blend of confidence and vulnerability, a quality that intrigued him more with each passing moment.

Hours passed in the blink of an eye as Conan and Hyra savored their dinner, exchanging stories and insights that deepened their connection. The evening felt like a pause in their hectic lives, a chance to simply be themselves without the weight of responsibilities and expectations.

As they left the restaurant, Conan walked Hyra to the car, the night air cool against their skin. He glanced at her, his expression softening with a sense of protectiveness that had grown stronger throughout the evening.

"You know, I had a really good time tonight," Conan admitted quietly, his gaze meeting Hyra's with sincerity.

Hyra smiled warmly, her eyes reflecting the gratitude she felt. "Me too, Conan."

–

Later that night, after bidding Conan farewell at the hallway, Hyra made her way to her unit. The events of the evening played over in her mind, leaving her feeling surprisingly light-hearted despite the day's earlier tensions.

Inside her room, Hyra tossed her bag onto the bed and kicked off her shoes, the echo of Conan's laughter still ringing in her ears. She leaned against the window, gazing out at the quiet scene bathed in moonlight.

Unable to shake off the lingering excitement from the evening, Hyra paced around her room, her thoughts drifting back to Conan's smile and the way he effortlessly put her at ease.

Time passed slowly in the quiet room, the night deepening as the city settled into a peaceful slumber. Hyra's thoughts continued to wander back to Conan, her heart beating a little faster at the memory of their shared moments together.

Unable to resist the pull any longer, Hyra quietly slipped out of her room and made her way across the campus. The night air was cool against her skin as she navigated the familiar paths, her steps purposeful yet hesitant.

–

Meanwhile, Conan found himself unable to sleep, his mind replaying the evening's events with Hyra. He tossed and turned in his bed, the image of her smile and the sound of her laughter filling his thoughts.

As if drawn by an invisible force, Conan found himself leaving his unit and wandering aimlessly through the campus. The night was still and serene, the soft glow of the moon casting shadows across the pathways.

Their paths converged in the middle of the campus, beneath the canopy of trees that whispered secrets of the night. Conan turned a corner and saw Hyra standing there, her silhouette outlined by the moonlight.

Hyra turned towards the sound of footsteps approaching, her heart skipping a beat as Conan appeared before her. There was a moment of hesitation between them, the air thick with unspoken words and unexplored emotions.

"Hyra," Conan began softly, his voice breaking the silence that enveloped them. He took a step closer, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation or doubt.

Without a word, Hyra closed the distance between them in a swift movement, her hands reaching up to cradle Conan's face. In the moonlit stillness, she pressed her lips against his, a gentle yet fervent kiss that spoke volumes of unspoken longing and newfound connection.

Conan's initial surprise melted away as he responded to her kiss, his arms instinctively wrapping around her waist. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the moment, the world around them fading into insignificance.

The kiss lingered, a silent promise exchanged between them—a promise of shared moments and uncertain futures yet to be explored. They finally pulled apart, their breaths mingling in the cool night air, their gazes locked in mutual understanding.

"I couldn't stop thinking about this," Hyra admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. She searched Conan's eyes, hoping to convey the depth of what she felt in that moment.

"I've been wanting to do that all night," Conan confessed, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He brushed a strand of hair away from Hyra's face, his touch gentle yet filled with unspoken promises.

HYRA's POV

Hehe, I kissed Conan. It's been a while since I last tasted those lips. I missed it to the point that I didn't want to stop.

Our dinner was good. Knowing Conan, I should have enjoyed it because it took a long time before it happened again. He's not the type of person who is romantic. When he asks for dinner, I know it's his way of compensating for the days he won't be with me. But that's fine; I know his every move.

"I've been wanting to do that all night," Conan's words played in my mind repeatedly. Does he really enjoy kissing me as much as I enjoy kissing him? Maybe he's starting to look forward to our moments together, just like I am.

"You're smiling wide, did you do something to Conan again?" Christopher's voice broke through my thoughts as he sat down in front of me, dressed in his elite uniform.

I chuckled softly, meeting Christopher's curious gaze. "I didn't do anything wrong, but he did," I teased, watching his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "He makes my heart race, like it's about to burst out of my chest."

Christopher's reaction was immediate; he stood up abruptly, glaring at me before storming off in a huff.

Oh Christopher, I can't help but enjoy teasing you. But the truth is, my thoughts keep circling back to Conan. I'm crazy about him, more than I ever thought I would be. His presence fills my mind, and when we're apart, I find myself counting down the minutes until I can see him again.