The Mate Agreement
When Year Two rolled around and the dorms at House Persephone were shuffled again, we weren’t roommates anymore but it was too late; an inseparable bond had already been formed.
“Well, Acadia Academy thanks you for your service.” I reply, smiling, feeling myself slipping into a better mood.
“Did someone say croissant?”
I don’t need to look up to know who that metallically smooth voice belongs to, or who would be drawn to our table by the allure of Bibah’s baked goods. Akio Kamio slides into the empty seat on my left and takes off his cow-print cowboy hat, setting it down on the table along with a crumpled black necktie.