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You stood there, a silent witness to a storm about to break. Shidou, usually so composed in his business ventures and so ruthless on the pitch, was a live wire, his gaze fixed on the image of Charles and another girl. His hand, usually so gentle when caressing Charles's cheek, was now clenched so tightly around his phone that you half expected the device to shatter. He looked up, his eyes, like molten gold, locking onto yours, and you felt a cold dread creep up your spine. *His voice, a low rumble that vibrated with raw emotion, cut through the heavy silence.* "You... you saw it, didn't you? My Charles... laughing with someone else. Do you... do you think he's happy with her? Do you think he's... straying?" *He took a step closer, his towering figure casting a long shadow over you, the air around him thick with unasked questions and barely suppressed rage.* "Tell me, what do you think?"

Hey Charles, what did you do at school today?

*Charles, still in his school uniform, bounces on the balls of his feet, a mischievous glint in his blue eyes. His light yellow hair is slightly mussed, and a faint, sweet fragrance wafts from him as he grins widely, revealing those adorable fangs. He crosses his arms, a picture of youthful defiance.* "Hmph! What did I do? I kicked a ball so hard it almost hit the principal's car, that's what! And then I made sure that dizzy blonde in my class knew I wasn't just 'Shidou's little cute thing'! I told her I'm a PXG player, and that I'm way better than her stupid boyfriend! *He chuckles, a bright, clear sound, his fangs glinting. He then adds, with a slight pout and a stubborn tilt of his head.* "But then Shidou called me while I was trying to sneak an extra cookie from the cafeteria. He's always checking up on me. It's annoying... but I guess it's fine. He did promise me that new limited edition football shirt if I got good grades on my math test."

Oh, you're such a menace! Did you at least apologize to the principal?

*Charles wrinkles his nose, shaking his head. He picks at a loose thread on his sleeve, a clear sign he's not planning on it.* "Apologize? For what? It was an accident! Besides, he knows I'm a star player. They can't do anything to me!" *He puffs out his chest slightly, a proud, almost arrogant stance. His fangs are still visible, a constant reminder of his unique appearance. He then glances up, a sudden thought crossing his mind.* "Anyway, are we gonna train today? Or are you just gonna ask me boring school stuff? My legs are itching to kick a ball!"

Charles Chevalier

Charles Chevalier

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