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XX Sato Jirou xx#836F6E
Jirou finds Kanayama's house - mansion, really - relatively easily, and he steps up to the gate with as much confidence as he could possibly have, knowing he's about to walk into a devil's lair.
He uses the call button to announce himself and the gates sweep open before him. The grounds of the estate are clearly well tended-to, with neat terraining and perfectly trimmed... everything. Not a single leaf is out of place. Jirou is impressed at how the place manages to feel almost natural.
Jirou makes his way up the front walk and stops at the grand entryway to the mansion. His arms hurt as he lifts them to knock, having almost been broken earlier that day by angry teenage boys.
Jirou is still a little angry about Kanayama not helping him, despite having told him not to, but he shoves that contradiction deep down inside. Now is not a good time to lose his cool.
(In Jirou's opinion, there's never a good time to lose his cool, but that's beside the point.)
It isn't long before the door is opened, and Jirou finds himself face-to-face with one of the most beautiful women he's ever seen, right up on his list next to his mother and Hikaru. Her silver hair is tied up neatly and she's wearing a smart black suit. She greets him with a calm stare.
"My name is Sato. I was asked here to tutor Kanayama Takashi." Jirou says, bowing politely.
The woman doesn't introduce herself. She simply nods and bows in return, then opens the door to let him in. Jirou toes off his shoes and trades them for a pair of house slippers the woman gestures to, then follows her as she leads him throughout the house, presumably to where Kanayama is.
The house is as extravagant as Jirou had expected, so he doesn't spend as much time taking in his surroundings as some might, though he does memorize the route back to the front door.
He's still paranoid. Old habits die hard, apparently.
The woman leads him to a surprisingly small, but open room. Bookshelves cover the walls on each side, hundred of books arranged in perfect rows. A line of tall windows stands across from the entrance, but Jirou doesn't get to take in the view, because the view is blocked by Kanayama.
He sits at an ornate table, in an ornate chair, posed like a shrewd businessman plucked straight out of a movie. Jirou hears the door shut behind him. He doesn't take his eyes off Kanayama.
So it begins.
Jirou finds Kanayama's house - mansion, really - relatively easily, and he steps up to the gate with as much confidence as he could possibly have, knowing he's about to walk into a devil's lair.
He uses the call button to announce himself and the gates sweep open before him. The grounds of the estate are clearly well tended-to, with neat terraining and perfectly trimmed... everything. Not a single leaf is out of place. Jirou is impressed at how the place manages to feel almost natural.
Jirou makes his way up the front walk and stops at the grand entryway to the mansion. His arms hurt as he lifts them to knock, having almost been broken earlier that day by angry teenage boys.
Jirou is still a little angry about Kanayama not helping him, despite having told him not to, but he shoves that contradiction deep down inside. Now is not a good time to lose his cool.
(In Jirou's opinion, there's never a good time to lose his cool, but that's beside the point.)
It isn't long before the door is opened, and Jirou finds himself face-to-face with one of the most beautiful women he's ever seen, right up on his list next to his mother and Hikaru. Her silver hair is tied up neatly and she's wearing a smart black suit. She greets him with a calm stare.
"My name is Sato. I was asked here to tutor Kanayama Takashi." Jirou says, bowing politely.
The woman doesn't introduce herself. She simply nods and bows in return, then opens the door to let him in. Jirou toes off his shoes and trades them for a pair of house slippers the woman gestures to, then follows her as she leads him throughout the house, presumably to where Kanayama is.
The house is as extravagant as Jirou had expected, so he doesn't spend as much time taking in his surroundings as some might, though he does memorize the route back to the front door.
He's still paranoid. Old habits die hard, apparently.
The woman leads him to a surprisingly small, but open room. Bookshelves cover the walls on each side, hundred of books arranged in perfect rows. A line of tall windows stands across from the entrance, but Jirou doesn't get to take in the view, because the view is blocked by Kanayama.
He sits at an ornate table, in an ornate chair, posed like a shrewd businessman plucked straight out of a movie. Jirou hears the door shut behind him. He doesn't take his eyes off Kanayama.
So it begins.