[center][color=darkslategray][h1]Iyato Kujo[/h1][/color]
[i]Death takes cowardice,
Heroism takes courage.
Inside is neither.[/i][/center]

[b][color=darkslategray]"Your word is my gospel,"[/color][/b] Iyato said. [b][color=darkslategray]"Lead the way."[/color][/b]

Whether he was being sarcastic or not, he hadn't yet decided. He liked Shizune the most out of any student he'd had the pleasure of being near. He loved her attitude, the distance, as if being next to her was still a world away. How haughty she seemed, how regal she felt, her gaze when she'd find out how he thought of her, imagining it excited him to no end. The rest of their group paled in comparison to the absolute untouchable presence that she was, and he loved it.

[i][color=darkslategray]As for the rest... they can burn for all I care.[/color][/i] He thought.
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