The Legendary Demon Hunter’s Cursed Brother Chapter 24: Ch 24 - F-rank

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Can’t I have one peaceful day? Evan thought darkly. He had just been trying to find a place to eat his lunch, and instead he ended up watching this drama unfold and getting dragged into it. He observed the glaring girl in front of him. Her name tag read Konoe Reika, which meant she was likely Hiroto’s sister. They certainly looked alike. Aside from their matching hair color, they shared the same rounded eye shape and nose. However, with her glaring at him, she looked far more fierce than her brother, who was meekly staring at the ground. “I was looking for a place to eat,” Evan said. Reika narrowed her eyes at him, her gaze flicking down to his name tag before she scoffed. “I know who you are.” “I didn’t realize I was that popular,” Evan replied with a smile. “More than you think. It’s nice to meet you, I suppose. Konoe Reika.” She said it without even offering a handshake. “Evan Ashford.” “Evan, I suggest you watch what you do here,” Reika said. “Don’t stick your nose into things you shouldn’t. You wouldn’t want to get into trouble.” With that, she walked past him. Two other girls followed behind her, snickering to themselves. One of them bumped her shoulder into Evan, nearly making him drop his tray. Evan tightened his grip, partly to keep his food from falling, partly to stop himself from turning around and flipping them off. He took a deep breath, then exhaled. He repeated the mantra in his head before turning his attention back to Hiroto, who was still standing there looking like a pathetic, sodden cat. Tilting his gaze upward, Evan wondered if he should just walk away. It wasn't as though he was unfamiliar with bullying. He had been bullied back in his old world too, and he'd simply endured it. It seemed that even in a fancy school like this, some things never changed. As Evan pondered this dilemma, a voice suddenly cut in. “Sorry about that.” Turning his head, he saw Hiroto still standing there, head lowered. But Evan was certain that low, raspy voice had come from him. “Why are you apologizing? You’re not the one being an ass,” Evan said. “She’s my sister,” Hiroto replied. That only made it more complicated. There was clearly something going on in the background, and as harsh as Reika’s warning sounded, not sticking his nose where it didn’t belong might actually be wise advice. Finished saying what he needed to say, Hiroto turned and walked away, head still lowered. Evan could almost hear a sad OST playing in the background as he watched his retreating back. “Hey!” Evan called out. Hiroto stiffened and slowly turned back. “…Yes?” “Here.” Evan tossed his pocket tissues at him. Hiroto barely caught them, his hands fumbling before he managed to grip them. “You look wet. Dry yourself off with those.” Hiroto stared at the pocket tissues in silence. Geez, it’s just pocket tissues. Do you really have to look like that? Evan thought, noticing the wide-eyed, slightly touched expression on Hiroto’s face. “T-thank you,” Hiroto said, clutching the pocket tissues close instead of opening them and using them. He then turned around again and walked away. Seeing him heading back toward the classroom building, Evan asked, “Hey, aren’t you going to the cafeteria first? Or do you bring food from home?” “Ah… no, I live in the Student Residence,” Hiroto said. “As for the cafeteria… I can’t go there.” Oh right. His sister had told him never to show his face around her. Evan and Hiroto stood there in awkward silence as Evan wondered what he was supposed to do. He couldn't exactly hear that and then just walk away, could he? Maybe it was because he'd grown used to Reid constantly making sure he ate, but seeing someone skip lunch simply because they were being bullied just felt... wrong. Letting out a loud sigh, Evan approached Hiroto, who took a step back. Unbothered, Evan shoved his tray into Hiroto’s hands and said, “Here, take mine. You can eat it. Hope you aren’t allergic to anything in there.” Then, not wanting the awkward conversation t