Abel strode in like he owned the place, his uniform just slightly rumpled in that deliberate way that screamed effortless charm. A few students whispered. However, nobody giggled or fawned over him.
After all, Cain was proof that his heroic tale was fake.
Cain's jaw tightened as his eyes locked on the smug bastard walking in.
Abel stopped mid-step when he spotted Cain, his smile widening like he'd just found a long-lost friend.
"Oh? Cain? You're here too?" he said with a grin that made Cain want to punch something. "Man, talk about a surprise."
Cain didn't answer. He didn't trust himself to.
'Oh dear,'Gaius mused with a slow hum. 'So that's the infamous Abel. He looks like a sleazy bastard.. Just looking at him makes me wish I still had my hands so I could slap him .'
Cain's hand drifted toward his side. Not for his swords.
For control.
Because if he didn't get a grip on himself soon, he'd do something that would get him expelled.
