Art, having made his way back to the city, was on his way to his apartment when his phone vibrated in his pocket.

"Could it be mom?"

With the exception of the teachers' group chat, the only other person he got messages from was his mother outside the city. She made it a daily occurrence to text him to always check up on him. She was a very doting woman, but he had grown used to it, so these days he always read her messages with a smile of his own.

Someone worrying about him was a pleasure, so he didn't mind - as long as she didn't start asking about his romantic life, which was probably already sabotaged from the get-go. Having Trish around had already killed off all his potential romantic interests. For his own safety and others', he had denounced himself of worldly pleasures and at the end of the year would be visiting a religious temple in the far east to complete his official ceremony as a monk.

He would keep his beautiful hair, of course, but he was a bachelor from now until he died.

"Yanderes aren't as cool as I thought!"

With a pragmatic sigh, he retrieved his phone from his pocket, soon knitting his eyebrows in surprise as he saw the sender.

[Grim: Can we meet up?]

Leaning against a nearby building, his eyes widened, wondering if spring had come this early for him.

"Am I in my popular phase?"

Quickly stripping away the future of him being a monk with hair, he typed "okay," making it as casual as possible to not appear needy.

[Grim: That's great. I'll send you the location right now.]

Resisting the urge to burst into a smile, he approached his apartment, quickly freshening up to appear more pleasing to the eye.

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"Okay Art, be more logical. There's no way she'll be interested in you."

Stepping out of the steaming shower with a towel wrapped around his waist and his wet blonde hair sticking to his face, he mused.

While the original visual novel did have harem elements, Grim was unfortunately not a love interest. As a character, she was fairly popular with numerous fanarts created around her, but her role in the story wasn't to be loved - she was an antagonist.

Just like Villier, she was destined to die opposing Valerie, so he should have been planning around how to eliminate her. But...

"I'm willing to give Villier a chance. The same way I can prevent her demise."

Not all villains are born - some are made. If he can offset the process that could create those future villains, then not only will he reduce many conflicts and keep the students safe, but he will also prevent so many unnecessary deaths.

"By the way, Grim herself isn't even interested in romance. I'm just getting ahead of myself."

Sure, he was really handsome in this world, but that wasn't enough to catch the heart of that assassin. It would take more than a pretty face - which unfortunately was the only thing he had going for him.

After a while of cringing about how unnecessary his thoughts had been, he put on a casual white shirt with dark pants, then tied the ends of his lengthy hair with a black rubber band, quickly leaving after wearing a pair of white leather sneakers.

Skipping down the stairs, he soon arrived at the receptionist hall where he passed off his apartment keys to the pretty receptionist and signed out before stepping out into the bustling streets.

Today was a weekend, and the preceding days were the rank games, hence most students didn't have academics to look forward to. Some were either busy training to ace the games or just relaxing at home, but the majority were out enjoying the chilling Saturday experience.

Restaurants were overpacked, and parks bustled with activities - as for clubs, that was for the evening to decide.

"Finally arrived."

His meeting place with Grim was a mere twenty-minute trip from his apartment. It could have taken a few minutes had he run, and even fewer had he used aura, but he didn't want to appear needy, so he delayed a bit.

"She should be inside."

Taking in a few deep breaths, he muttered, pushing the glass door open as the cold breeze of the A/C brushed past his body. Echoes of soothing jazz rang in his ears as he looked around for Grim.

Finding her was relatively easy because of her green hair, and as he walked over to her, he saw a familiar individual sitting across from her. The individual with bountiful white hair was Valerie, her sharp grey eyes falling on him soon shrinking into panic as she tapped Grim's hands to inform her of his arrival.

"Hey!"

Taking the seat beside Grim, he greeted with a smile.

"Hi."

Grabbing her cheeks, she leaned on her knuckles with a blissful expression.

"Are your injuries okay?"

"It's been a week now - of course they're okay."

A week and a few days since his fight with Grim. She had broken a lot of things in his body when they fought, and from then on, she had dedicated the past week always asking about his condition. Of course, he wasn't complaining or anything.

"That's great to hear." She smiled, passing him a chocolate bar she took from her handbag.

"Thanks."

Receiving it, he sighed, tearing off the wrapper and breaking the bar into two.

"Here." He passed one side to Grim, which she received in delight, but she didn't eat it as she playfully fed it to Art.

Watching the scene with a deadpan expression, Valerie, growing fed up by the continuous flirting by the so-called adults, gritted her teeth in annoyance - mostly at Art. Her school life was ruined because of that man. Trish spent most of the school hours stalking her just for the sheer possibility of her making contact with a certain teacher.

She had tried her best to avoid that, and now all her effort had gone to waste. She was annoyed and full of panic as she soon nervously looked around searching for any trace of Trish. Once she hadn't seen any trace of her, she held her chest in relief, which soon grew back into annoyance as she looked up and saw them still flirting.

"..... Professor, I thought you ordered a therapist, not a model."

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