White with frills!

Arona bites her lips, clearly frustrated by the stubbornness of the two. Her slightly irritated voice echoes in the silence:

"Alright, if this is how you want to spend eternity, go ahead and kill each other in an endless cycle. Over and over and over again."

She turns with a smug look, focusing on Yuno:

"But wouldn't it be frustrating, Yuno-sensei? To realize that the more you persist, the fewer chances you have of reuniting with your precious Yuuki. But hey, what can you do..."

The provocation hits its mark instantly. Yuno explodes, shouting in a threatening tone:

"What do you mean by that, you little brat!?"

Arona closes her eyes, wearing a triumphant smile as she casually responds:

"Well, I was here to clear up your doubts, but..."

"SPEAK UP, YOU USELESS GIRL!" Yuno interrupts, her voice a furious yell that makes Ryan curl his lip in pure disdain.

Ryan seizes the moment, shooting back sarcastically:

"Look, sweetheart, with that attitude… Even if this Yuuki guy hadn't seen anyone in years, he still wouldn't pick you."

Yuno readies herself to retaliate, but Arona's calm and unyielding voice cuts through:

"You've wasted too much time arguing. Now you'll have to wait for my energy to recover before I can explain everything. And if you keep acting like two irrational idiots, it'll take even longer for me to come back. So, pretty please..."

She glances between the two, her expression almost innocent.

"Yuno, for your Yuuki. And Ryan… well, for me, perhaps. How about a two-day truce? Sound good?"

The two glare at each other, their eyes filled with distrust and hatred, sizing each other up.

Yuno finally breaks the silence with a mocking tone:

"For my Yuuki, I'll do whatever it takes… But why would this idiot do anything for you?"

Ryan opens his mouth to reply, but Arona gets ahead of him with a mischievous smile:

"Oh, because he wanted me as his waifu in his last life."

Ryan closes his eyes, frowning in visible indignation at Arona's oversharing.

Yuno casts a judgmental look at him.

"Ah… I see. So, you're saying I can kill him with the answers you'll give me?"

Yuno's voice is cold and laced with murderous intent.

As if about to vanish completely, Arona nods cheerfully.

"Yes, yes! But only after a short truce."

Ryan clicks his tongue in annoyance.

"Ah, great. I'll count the seconds, Arona-chan. And I hope my answer is also a 'yes.'"

When Arona disappears entirely, time begins rewinding like a film in reverse, resetting Ryan and Yuno back to where it all began.

The classroom teacher breaks the silence enthusiastically:

"Yuno Gasai!" She introduces the new student to the class.

Yuno enters with steady steps, her piercing gaze fixed on Ryan like a blade.

The students around begin whispering, awestruck by Yuno's beauty. Tall and slender, her long pink hair is tied into two bouncing pigtails.

The teacher, noticing the tension in the air, can't hide her curiosity.

"Yuno-chan, do you know Masachika?"

With a sweet smile hiding a deadly threat, Yuno replies:

"Yesss, sensei. I'm so happy to see an old friend again..."

Ryan feels a chill run down his spine but maintains a forced smile.

Alya, sitting beside him, crosses her arms and puffs out her cheeks, letting out an adorable huff:

"Hmph."

Ryan notices and throws out a sarcastic jab:

"Relax, Alya… She's already been dumped by me."

Alya peeks at him with one eye, her expression skeptical as she responds in Russian:

"I hope she has no interest in you whatsoever."

Ryan stifles a laugh but keeps his eyes on Yuno, who never breaks eye contact with him, as if both were already planning their next moves.

The teacher gives a brief introduction, explaining that Yuno is a transfer student, having been homeschooled her entire life, and that this is her first time in a regular school.

Ryan barely listens to the teacher's words, his eyes locked on Yuno's calculated movements, analyzing her every step.

After the introduction, the teacher smiles and gestures to the room.

"Yuno-chan, feel free to choose any empty seat."

Yuno scans the room until her gaze lands on a boy sitting in front of Ryan—Masachika, as everyone calls him here. A wicked smile spreads across her lips her face shifts, quickly softening into an angelic expression as she speaks:

"I'd love to sit near my old companion."

The boy hesitates for a moment, clearly uncomfortable. He opens his mouth to decline, but as he meets Yuno's eyes—glimmering and hypnotic like pink gemstones—his face heats up. Caught between nervousness and infatuation, he relents, quickly vacating the seat and offering it to her.

Yuno slides into the chair with the elegance of someone fully aware of her own impact.

Ryan maintains a serious, almost grim expression, his eyes scrutinizing every detail as she settles in. His posture is cautious, like someone who knows danger is lurking.

Alya, sitting nearby, pouts discreetly and crosses her arms, clearly annoyed by Yuno's arrival. A flash of jealousy flickers in her eyes before she averts her gaze, letting out a faint sigh of discontent.

Ryan tries to appear nonchalant, but his mind is on high alert. Yuno Gasai. The girl who faced him in that bloody game, the same one who defeated him by exploiting the colossal ego he barely bothered to hide. For a brief moment, before her unexpected arrival, Ryan had seriously considered simply accepting his new life as Masachika Kuze and enjoying the peace.

"Ahh, what a pain," he muttered, stretching in his chair. His carefree tone caught the attention of both Yuno and Alya.

Yuno turned just enough to glance over her shoulder at him. Her smile was cute, almost kind, but her eyes gleamed with a cold threat.

"What's wrong, Masachika-kun? Aren't you happy to see me again?" The forced sweetness in her voice was as provocative as it was dangerous.

Alya, who had seemed merely annoyed by Yuno's presence, suddenly stood up.

"Oh, I just remembered I had something to do," she said, leaving the room without looking back.

As soon as Alya was gone, Yuno leaned slightly toward Ryan, whispering with a sarcastic smile and a sharp tone:

"Wow... it seems like your bitch got annoyed with me."

Ryan, without losing his composure, leaned toward her ear and whispered back with unsettling calm:

"Yeah... looks like these two days are going to be very warm for the two of us."

His tone was almost friendly, but the implied threat made Yuno clench her teeth. Before she could respond, she noticed Ryan already moving away, leaving the room as if nothing had happened.

Walking through the hallways, Ryan reflected on the new complications disrupting his life.

"Damn... that peace didn't last long. But hey, at least it was easier to swallow everything this time." He let out a stifled laugh, rubbing his chin as he muttered to himself.

"And seriously... Arona as my system? This is starting to feel like a badly written fanfic with how absurd it is."

Continuing his walk, Ryan spotted Alya sitting on a bench. The scenery around her was calm, but her face showed a hint of irritation. He paused for a moment, scratching his chin as he analyzed the scene.

"Wait... why did I even come after her?"

Letting out a long sigh, Ryan called out to Alya:

"Hey, beautiful, you know it's not very polite to run off after throwing a jealous fit, right?"

Alya immediately glared at him, her cheeks flushed red, trying to keep her composure.

"W-why are you here!?" Despite her indignant tone, the slight blush on her face betrayed her.

Ryan approached, hands in his pockets, sitting next to her on the bench with the casual ease of someone in no hurry.

"I came because, well, I'm not dumb enough to ignore that you got upset about..." He paused briefly, frowning slightly in mild exasperation.

"...Yuno."

Alya turned her head to the side, clearly trying to mask any vulnerability, her voice carrying a false indifference.

"Oh? Don't make assumptions. It has nothing to do with that." She lifted her chin as if trying to appear confident, but the faint tremor in her voice said otherwise.

Ryan—Masachika—let out a light laugh before flicking her forehead.

"Ow!" Alya complained almost childishly, shooting him an annoyed look.

Before she could say anything else, Ryan pointed at her leg with a teasing grin.

"Wow, looks like our 'Ice Queen' has been a bit sloppy. Just look at your sock." He gestured to the visible stain on Alya's sock, clearly from some mishap.

Alya closed her eyes and crossed her arms, trying to maintain her composure.

"It's because I accidentally bumped into a student carrying iced tea in the hallway. He spilled a bit on my sock, that's all." Her voice was firm, but the blush on her cheeks once again betrayed her attempt at indifference.

Ryan smiled, shaking his head silently as he watched her struggle to hide her discomfort.

The conversation between Ryan and Alya carried on casually, but eventually, they decided to return to the classroom. Upon entering, Ryan noticed Yuno's cold eyes fixed on him like sharp blades, though she maintained a smile as sweet as it was fake. He, on the other hand, responded with his typical expression, as if he were more concerned about the next gacha update than the veiled death threats.

When class finally ended, the students began to leave in small groups, with Yuno being one of the first to step out. Before exiting, she cast an icy glance at Ryan that practically screamed, "I'm counting the seconds until I end you." He merely returned a carefree smile, thinking sarcastically, "I wonder if today's the day they change the banner in my game?"

Soon, the classroom was nearly empty, except for Alya, who was still packing up her things. She called out in a voice trying to sound authoritative:

"Masachika..."

Ryan, lost in thought, snapped back to reality and looked at her. What he saw, however, was something rather unexpected: Alya sitting down, delicately removing her stained sock with a smug expression on her face.

"Masachika, be useful and grab my spare sock from the locker, please. I took it out earlier and I'm not walking over there barefoot."

Ryan let out a short, ironic laugh but stood up.

"Pretty bossy of you... But alright. Be right back."

A few minutes later, he returned with the sock in hand and handed it to Alya, who still wore a slightly mischievous smile. But instead of thanking him, she crossed her legs almost theatrically and played her next card:

"Since it's almost your fault my sock got dirty, don't you think you should put this one on for me? Consider it a reward for fetching it."

Ryan raised an eyebrow, surprised, as he observed Alya's expression—a mix of challenge and mischief. She clearly believed he would be taken aback.

"Reward?" he asked with a slight grin.

Alya closed her eyes and lifted her chin confidently.

"At least for me, it will be," she said sweetly, but in Russian, which only added to the charm.

Ryan sighed, kneeling in front of her without much ceremony.

"Alright, Your Highness. Let's just get this over with."

Alya's eyes widened, completely caught off guard.

"H-hey, wait! I wasn't ready yet…!" Her voice came out embarrassed and hesitant as her cheeks turned a deep red.

Ryan gently took her foot, lifting it slightly to begin putting on the sock.

"Didn't you ask for this?" he replied with a teasing smile, clearly enjoying the moment.

"Y-yes, but I didn't think you'd actually do it!" she retorted, visibly flustered.

As Ryan tried to fit the sock on, Alya began to squirm slightly, either from embarrassment or an effort to stifle the ticklish feeling on her foot.

"Stop moving your foot, or I won't be able to put this on properly," Ryan complained in a calm tone. But before he could finish the sentence, his hand slipped and accidentally landed in a... less appropriate area.

An awkward silence filled the air, stretching what felt like an eternity.

"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE PUTTING YOUR HAND?!" Alya shouted, her face completely red with a mix of shame and outrage.

Ryan, on the other hand, had already accepted the inevitable. He saw the kick coming in slow motion, almost like a scene from an action movie. In the "film" playing in his mind, he caught a fleeting but unmistakable glimpse of Alya's choice of undergarments.

"Hmm… White with frills, huh? Cute... Alright, I guess I'll take the kick," he thought, resigned.

And with that, Alya delivered a direct blow to his face, hard enough to send him sprawling to the ground. With her face burning and her skirt protected by her hands, she bolted out of the classroom, muttering something inaudible.

Lying on the floor, Ryan rubbed his sore face and let out a defeated sigh.

"Man... She's the one who asked."

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