Somehow the half demon boy's parting words managed to give Miyuki a twinge of guilt. How could she be feeling sorry for one of his kind? She tugged at her skirt again, becoming more aware of how comfortably close her panties were clinging to her. If that boy really was a class rep, she'd need to be careful about running into him after classes, when she went to deal with Meiko. It seemed like every person she'd met today had added extra complications to her life, maybe she'd been more fortunate in previous years when most people had left her alone.<br/><br/>Miyuki turned her attention from the infirmary door to a nearby clock, realizing it wouldn't be long before classes resumed. Thankfully the half demon hadn't followed her around the corner, so she didn't need to go through with an unnecesarry checkup. Instead she began to head back to Sensei's room, taking a circuitous route so that she could avoid being spotted by anyone expecting her to be in the infirmary. As she got closer, the sounds of a fight reached her ears. Was the school being invaded again?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>