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A familiar hand placed a cup of steaming black coffee on Eggchan’s desk. Egg promptly looks up and gives the other a smile, “Thanks, Wifies.” His fellow student assistant only smiled back and sat on a chair beside him.
“Having a hard time with other students?” He asked with a hushed tone, careful not to let professors in the faculty hear their conversation.
Eggchan sighs and removes his glasses. He leans back to his chair and turns to Wifies, "Professor Minute made me handle the preliminary checking of the third year’s thesis and I’ve never been more disappointed in my life.” Like genuinely? Aren’t we the top university in the whole world? Eggchan couldn’t understand how they were fumbling with writing a coherent idea for their thesis.
Wifies chuckles, “I get it. I couldn’t count how many times I wanted to stab my eyes with the hypothesis the second years once presented to me. Someone literally straight up wrote a fanfiction of heroes and villains and told me it was a decent idea for ‘research’.”
“You smiled through the pain, didn’t you?”
“I smiled till my face numbed.”
Eggchan stares at the ceiling, carefully mapping out the patterns of the school’s ceiling. Something he found slowly becoming familiar with ever since he became a fourth year. “I guess it can’t be helped, we’re from the academics after all,” he says mindlessly. It was true, academic people tend to go to one path in life, which is to live a very boring yet somehow stressful job.
Wifies looks at him silently. He then asks, “Do you think our life would be more interesting if we somehow managed to bag a spot on the hero department?” A certain avian hero flashed through Egg’s mind. Was it the avian that brought this thought on?
“Not really. I don’t really want that kind of life.” It might’ve sounded like he was coping but Eggchan genuinely felt that way. He wanted peace more than a busy and eventful life. “I’m actually happy to be surrounded with history books most of the time… but I think I would’ve done decent in the support department. How about you?”
“I’m not sure about the hero department, I typically don’t go out of my way to save other people.”
Egg simply didn’t believe that but he kept his mouth shut. In his opinion, Wifies was exactly the type of person to act like he didn’t care but would save you because he couldn’t bear not doing anything. “I probably would’ve gone with the support department too,” he continues.
“I think you would’ve done well whatever you chose, Wifies.” Egg meets his eyes but the other only laughs, “You really think so?” An amused look on the other’s face.
“Yeah, I do. You saved my life with coffee just now,” Wifies only hits him jokingly.
“Hey Egg, you still up for that fishing trip next week?” Lomedy asks the angel hybrid, patiently waiting for him to finish packing his things back form his bag. They just finished their last class for today and was getting ready to head back home.
“Sure. Where is it going to be at again?” They head out of the class and starts walking towards the path where Lomedy’s dorm was at. Eggchan lives outside the university, in a lone house that he managed to rent, which was about 15 minutes away from university by foot. The dorm spots were already filled by the time he applied but he doesn’t really mind because his house is near most convenience and grocery stores. The rent was lower than most and the landlord was kind, which made Egg think he made the best decision not to rent an apartment inside or near the university.
“It’s near the farm I’m overseeing. The river there is massive, I’m telling you! I’m inviting the others too because—no offense, you all look like you want to genuinely disappear and it’s only been like—a month in the semester.”
“Lomedy. If someone told you they want to start a farming revolution by experimenting through a talking potato, would you approve of it as research?”
Lomedy looks at him confused, “What? A talking potato? That’s ridiculous.”
“That was an actual research idea from a third-year student in my class.”
“Oh my god.”
“They even tried telling me about how ‘mandrakes are real and potatoes should be able to talk too’. At this point I’d want to make a thesis about their brains.”
“Yep.. you definitely need that fishing trip.”
He quickly waves goodbye to Lomedy and started walking towards his home. He sees the lit green letters of the grocery store and looks at his watch, the time being 10:00 PM. He figures that it wouldn’t hurt to pick up this week’s groceries since he didn’t have a curfew to watch out for, unlike the students from the dorms who have to run for their life after a 9:30 PM class.
He makes a beeline towards his necessities, all of which were listed in his notes. He quickly pays for his groceries and steps outside, enjoying the silence of the night. The cold air blows towards him, making him shiver a little, he buries himself deeper in his coat. He was passing by an alley near his humble home when he saw a cat looking at him.
The ginger cat stares at him, alarmed. He stops on his tracks attempts to make the cat come towards him. He was about to fish out some canned tuna that he bought for a salad when the cat started meowing and scratching his shoes.
The cat kept meowing and looking towards the alley. He was about to pet the cat and calm it down when it started running towards that dark alley. Eggchan’s whole being was screaming at him to not go, so he stayed rooted in his spot until he realized the cat was no longer making a noise. He looks around him, and sees there wasn’t anyone outside. It made him more nervous, of course no one would be out at such an odd time, it’d like screaming at villains to rob them, he thought.
He makes a decision to feed the cat and get out of here as soon as he feeds the cat and head quickly towards the dorm. He heads to the dark alley, and sees the cat near the trash can. He releases a breath of relief upon seeing the cat. He grabs the tuna and opens it, setting it up quietly and placed it quietly in front of the cat.
“Why are you not eating? That’s expensive tuna you know.” He attempts a joke but stops cold in his tracks when he notices blood pooling on where the cat was standing, soaking its paws. The blood kept going, prompting him to look at where it was coming from.
Egg gulps and turns his head to the right, his body temperature getting colder as he finally saw a dead-silent person. He dressed in black and white renaissance-like clothes, a tiara askew and bloodied in his head, pupils watching him like he was prey. The man with purple hair and skin was bleeding profusely, slumped at the wall, clutching his almost destroyed stomach. The person’s purple eyes glowed menacingly at him despite his shallow and stuttering breaths, ready to strike at the danger.
Eggchan never watched the news; he was too absorbed with his books. But even though he never watched the news, he was certain about one thing.
This man was a villain.