Short chapter

Ayato's POV

        While sitting in class trying to tune out the girl's giggling, I felt my phone buzz. I took it out of my pocket and held it in a way that was not obvious. It was that Info guy again.

<I see you took my advise.
                             You made me a bit... curious.>
<Good to know. Have you found your 'Senpai' yet?
                     I do not have one singular Senpai>
<Ooh! That makes this much more interesting!
                                       You're a strange person>
<I do get that a lot.
<Speaking of people, I can get you information on anyone you like as long as you send me their picture.
                                                                     Why?>
<Just want to make sure nothing gets in the way of you and your goal.

      I left him on read as Sensei called on me to answer a question (wink included).

<Ayato?
<Ayato, it's dangerous messing with me.
<Ayato Aishi.
          I'm in class, pressumed you would know                 
                                                                        that.>
<Do not sass me, Ayato.
                                                                Sorry, sir.>

          This time he left me on read. Huh, that was new. Maybe I'm starting to... no, this is something different. Something I'm more familiar too.

           He pisses me off...