Chapter 3: Gabriel’s Obedience

The break time passed amid a chorus of girls chattering away, their voices weaving through the classroom like a lively symphony. Laughter, gossip, and the rustle of snack wrappers filled the air, giving the space a warm, bustling energy that only high school girls could create. Kouya sat quietly at his desk, half-listening, half-daydreaming, as the minutes slipped by.

Before long, it was time for math class.

The math teacher, a freshly graduated college student, stood at the front of the room. He was still burning with youthful enthusiasm, the kind of teacher who waved his arms around as if fighting invisible dragons while explaining equations. His energy was almost contagious, his voice bright and full of passion. Yet every so often, he would sigh dramatically and mutter:

“The beauty of mathematics lies in the fact that it leaves us utterly confused—so confused indeed.”

His words drew a few quiet chuckles. The warm sunlight filtering through the window painted golden stripes across the desks, casting everything in a gentle, lazy glow. The warmth made eyelids heavy. The droning tone of numbers and formulas was like a lullaby. Kouya rested his chin on his hand, eyes half-closed, and thought, ‘Just five minutes…’

He was just about to drift off when he remembered the annoying blonde rookie angel sitting behind him—the one who found endless joy in poking people. Her childish hobby had already made his mornings miserable. Turning halfway around, he whispered sharply:

“Don’t poke me again!”

The blonde girl, Gabi-chan, blinked her big round eyes, face full of mock innocence. Her golden hair shimmered under the sunlight, and her expression screamed, ‘Who, me?’

“Say something. Don’t play dumb!”

Kouya clenched his teeth. “You were talking plenty during break time. What, did you lose your voice the second class started?”

Gabriel raised one delicate finger to her lips, shook her head gently, and made a quiet shushing gesture. Her face was calm, almost saintly, as if she were a devout believer protecting some sacred law.

Kouya frowned. Was this sly angel actually trying to follow the rule of ‘no talking during class’? The thought made his temple twitch.

He turned back, pulled out a sticky note, and scribbled a message in irritation:

“Why won’t you talk?”

He flicked the note backward. A few seconds later, he heard the faint, crisp scratching of a pen before the note came back.

He looked down. The reply was written in flawless, elegant handwriting:

“The ‘Student Code of Conduct’ clearly states that students must not whisper or make loud noises during class.”

Kouya’s jaw tightened. So that really was the reason?

This rookie angel must’ve just graduated straight from some uptight angel academy. Her brain was probably scrubbed clean by those birdbrains up there in Heaven! No sleeping, no eating, no whispering—what kind of boring student life was that?

He grabbed his pen again and wrote another note: “Then why did you poke me?”

The reply came back quickly:

“Because my dream is to make everyone happy.”

Kouya groaned. “Eh? Why are you bringing up that ridiculous dream of yours now?”

Another note came fluttering back:

“School is a place for learning. If Kouya-kun sleeps during class, you’ll miss out on valuable knowledge. Later, you’ll regret it. I want to stop you from sleeping so you can learn—and be happy.”

Kouya stared blankly at the paper. Enough already! There’s no equation in existence that links ‘not sleeping’ to ‘happiness’! If there were, then insomniacs and anxious people who can’t sleep at all should be the happiest humans alive!

Reality said otherwise—those people lived in misery, drowning in sleeping pills and sedatives just to function. Some couldn’t even take it anymore and chose to end their lives.

Before he could respond, another sticky note landed on his desk.

“And my dream isn’t ridiculous or impossible. As the top graduate of my academy, I’ll definitely make it come true!”

Kouya smirked. Top graduate? From that so-called angel academy that mass-produces rookie angels? Yeah, sure.

He scribbled back: “Hmph. That line of yours sounds exactly like a flag waiting to be raised.”

Gabriel’s note came back: “Eh? A flag? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Kouya chuckled silently. “It’s a term from anime. Basically, whenever someone says, ‘Once this battle’s over, I’m going home to get married,’ they always end up dying afterward. Sounds just like what you said.”

Gabriel tilted her head, clearly thinking it through. After a moment, she wrote back:

“Even if I die, it’s fine. I’ll return to the embrace of the Holy Father—that’s the best ending I could ask for.”

Kouya stared at the note in silence.

What could he even say? There was no arguing with that level of holy delusion.

The beautiful morning drifted away, and soon it was noon.

Because of that idiotic blonde angel, Kouya’s peaceful nap plan had been completely ruined. If he dared to close his eyes again, she would start poking him at perfect intervals, like a metronome set to “annoyance.”

If it weren’t for his desire to experience the human world like a normal person, he would’ve erased that rookie angel from existence already.

“Gabi-chan, Gabi-chan, let’s eat lunch together!” Several girls swarmed Gabriel the moment class ended.

“Sure!” Gabriel replied sweetly, flashing her sunshine smile. The crowd around her brightened instantly.

Kouya sighed and stood. He wasn’t interested in overhearing a bunch of girls chatting about cute lunches or the latest rumors. He slipped out quietly.

As a single guy with no childhood friend or housework-loving little sister, Kouya didn’t bother making a bento. He settled for the convenience store downstairs instead.

Two pieces of bread, one bottle of water—that was enough. Simple, quiet, efficient. He made his way to the rooftop. The door there was usually locked, meaning nobody ever went up. Perfect spot for some peace and solitude.

The building was quiet. Most students were napping or chatting softly in classrooms. The hum of distant laughter faded as Kouya ascended the stairwell. Just as he turned the last corner, he froze.

A girl was sitting on the floor, back against the wall.

She looked fifteen or sixteen, with short, wine-red hair that shimmered faintly under the dim light. A red sweater hugged her frame, and a small bat-shaped hair clip glimmered atop her head. Her lips curved in satisfaction as she took a big bite of bread, humming softly between chews. A tiny fang peeked adorably at the corner of her mouth. She looked so happy it was almost contagious.

If Kouya hadn’t been holding the same brand of bread, he might’ve thought she was eating divine ambrosia.

“Hmm? That scent…” Kouya’s expression didn’t change, but his mind sharpened. ‘A little demon… again? She feels familiar. Wait—she’s one of my classmates, isn’t she?’

The red-haired girl spotted him and immediately froze. Her eyes widened, and she held her bread defensively to her chest like a frightened animal.

Kouya could barely stop himself from sighing aloud. What was with that ‘puppy guarding its food’ look? You’re a demon! Have some dignity!

“Excuse me, can I pass?” he asked mildly.

“Ah, okay!” She leapt up in panic, clutching her pineapple bun. The sudden motion made her skirt lift slightly. Kouya blinked—his gaze instinctively drawn to the flash of pale skin.

He had to admit—this red-haired little demon radiated a kind of pure, lively energy. Her black school socks reached just below her knees, leaving a stretch of flawless, creamy white thigh between them—the legendary ‘absolute territory,’ smooth and gleaming under the light.

Her skirt swayed higher…

The moment lingered too long, crossing the line between innocent and forbidden.

Kouya’s eyes widened; the sight burned into his memory.

“Uuh~~” The red-haired demon let out a sound like a small wounded animal.

“Y-you saw everything?!”

Kouya scratched his cheek awkwardly. “Ah, yeah, I guess you could say that. The style’s a bit conservative, though…”

Her face exploded in color. “Y-you’re even commenting on the style?!” she cried, eyes brimming with tears. She grabbed her skirt, trying to push it down as far as it would go, abandoned her half-eaten bun, and fled down the hall sobbing.

“A boy saw my important place with those perverted eyes—I’m going to get pregnant!”

Kouya stood still for a full five seconds, blinking.

Did her biology teacher major in P.E. or something?

He sighed, looking at the bread she’d left behind. ‘All I did was see her safety shorts. What’s with that overreaction? If you’re going to make such a big deal out of it, maybe don’t wear them to school next time.’

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