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"I don't know what to do. Tell me Frank, what should I do?" She said, dropping herself on the couch across Raizel.
"First of all, don't call me Frank. Second of all, just confess already." She gave him a look.
"He described his crush to me today." Frankenstein rose an eyebrow, a sly smirk made its way to Frankenstein's face. Raizel sighed, noticing Frankenstein's sly smirk. Gently, he placed the cup down. "What did he tell you about his crush, (F/n)?" Raizel asked, lifting his head up and staring at the seemingly desperate-for-answer-young lady.
"He said that she's sometimes strict, but she has soft spots for kids. She's also very beautiful. Her (h/l) (h/s) that framed her beautiful face perfectly. To make it worse, he said I knew her!" At that, Frankenstein laughed. He did not believe that (F/n) could be so clueless.
The only young woman close to M-21 were (F/n) and Yuna. But let's put Yuna aside because she's never strict. That left (F/n). And bingo! It's (F/n) that M-21 had fallen for.
"What. Are. You. Laughing. At. Frankenstein?" She said oh so sweetly, both Frankenstein and Raizel could easily noticed her murderous aura. Frankenstein kept laughing, but soon managed to stop, "You. I was laughing at how clueless you are! The only strict young woman in this whole school is you! How could you not--" He could not continue as he began chuckling, which caused his words to completely became blocked.
Then it hit her. How. Why. When. Who. What. Where. Questions of how stupid she was ran across her mind, mocking her mercilessly. Raizel stared at the gloomy (F/n). He stood up and went to her, giving her a small pat on the shoulder, just like what he did every time Frankenstein got depressed over his place getting destroyed.
"Thanks.. I needed that." She mumbled.
"Go. Talk to him." Was all that Raizel said, soon walking back and sitting down on the couch. The young woman stood up and grinned, which she barely did. Her grin disappeared and she quickly regained her usual self. She walked towards the door and walked out. But the moment she opened the door, M-21 was about to open the door. Eyes widening in surprise, she looked up at him.
"O-oh hey." He said rather nervously.
"...Hey, what brings you here?"
"I needed advice."
"(F/n), just say it." Frankenstein said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
She inwardly imagined snapping Frankenstein's neck, slaughtering him, choking him, stabbing his eyes with chopsticks, burying him alive-- and so on. She smiled nervously and averted her gaze away from the confused Werewolf. Great, his Werewolf instincts were acting up.
"I uh.. M-21."
"Yeah..?