All throughout class, you felt that same chilling gaze from before borring into you. It was as if someone's gaze was burning a hole in your head. But whenever you shifted your gaze to try and tell who it was, everyone's eyes were locked on the front of the room. Then the weird feeling returned once you got back to paying attention.
With class finally over, you stand up out of your seat and prepare to leave with everyone else, only for Ms. Nekonome to stop you on the way out. "Excuse me Mr. Ambrosine, may I have a word with you?" She asks.
"Uhhh.... sure ma'am." You stutter back.
"Don't call me ma'am-meow! That makes it sound like I'm old." She says with a hint of panic. "Ahem, as I was saying. You have a lot of nerve today. First you are only on time by seconds, then you decide to ignore my lessons and look around the room."
"S-sorry ma... Ms. Nekonome. I just had this weird feeling, like I was being watched." You try and defend.
"Well apparently you were being watched, by me-ow. Look, I'll let you off with a warning this time, but please try to not let this happen again, okay?" She asks.
"Sure. Of course. Thank you Ms. Nekonome. See ya." You say as you rush out of the room.
Well, that was a bullet dodged right there. Well, now you have the rest of the day free. But, your shadow had regrown the moment you left the room, as Mizore resumes her watching from before. Her stares during class taught her nothing about you, but she was puzzled as she watched someone with the power you showed earlier being so easily compliant to a teacher. She needed to know more.
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