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“Tch… anywaaaays,” the sorceress continues with a flick of her fuzzy tail, “Our professor paired us together!”

They didn’t pick each other out? Both glare at you as if you’d just thrown a bag of dog crap into their soup!

“Debase myself by begging some mouthbreathing prole to ‘let me’ work with them?” Oti scoffs, “Please…”

“Imagine!” Adds Toppel with a condescending eyeroll, “Toppel Gransii associating with invalids?” A dainty laugh leaves her unseen lips! “Unlike Obber, I happen to have dignity!”

Ah, they’re those kinds of classmates! Part of you wants to bring up Toppel’s, uh… fascination with Rezalith, but you hold your tongue… don’t wanna hurt the vibes. So, you continue, they were paired together-

“Begrudgingly.” The Chytree adds with the usual venom.

“And we got on like a TOWER on fire!” Toppel adds with a toothy grin! “Oh, we taught those morons a lesson or two, didn’t we, Otes? We were unstoppable!”

Oti’s eyes brighten, if only just a little bit. “... We were formidable, yes…”

“The wands just kept piling up!” The Durher giggles! “Oh, the duels just kept lining up… but in the end we always emerged unscathed, Otes and I~” A mischievous glimmer twinkles in her eyes as she steals a glance at her dueling partner.

“I’ll never forget that day we humbled the Pioro Twins–didn’t even need to say a word, we just stepped forward and blasted them to ribbons!” A contented hum leaves the girl as her expression turns dreamy! “The end of that class couldn’t come quickly enough… we studied until long after the sun came up, didn’t we, Oti?”

The Chytree sinks into the couch like quicksand. “... I suppose we did…”

“He wasn’t my first study partner,” Toppel muses like she was reviewing a shopping list, “But that man knows the material, let me tell you~”

“Degeneracy runs in her family.” Hisses Oti with fresh disdain. “Her brother was infamous, you know.”

S-so, you stammer, trying not to think too hard about their ‘study sesh’s, that’s… where it started? Their, um, relationship?

“I suppose it did!” Chirps the conjuress as she steals another glance at her, uh, study partner! “One night of passion became quite a few… but during the day we would associate as well, of course… exchanging theories, collecting data on our duel targets-”

“Don’t… forget our lunch meetings…” Oti grumbles, each word seemingly causing him physical harm! “If you’re going to spill all of our secrets, at least do it accurately.”

“HA! How could I forget!?” Toppel croons, earning another growl out of her nonplussed partner! “See, we always dined at this one cafe–Oti tried to cook for me once, a-”

“Speak another word and I will gladly break all of those insipid ‘guidelines’.”

“So sensitive…”

>CONTD.