Chapter 95: Trix’s Tabloid
The other students in the bustling hallway couldn’t help but stare, their gazes a mix of bewilderment and amusement. Who wouldn’t? Trix, the flamboyant son of a Duke, strolled between Coleen and Eirin, his arms swinging wide, each of their hands clasped firmly in his own. He beamed, a wide, almost manic smile on his face, utterly oblivious to the attention they garnered.
’What kind of situation is this?’ Eirin thought, pressing her fingertips to her temples, a dull ache beginning behind her eyes. The public display alone was mortifying.
"Say, Eirin, can you lend me some money?" Trix’s bright, baby-blue eyes fixed on her, the words tumbling out with casual nonchalance.
Eirin blinked, baffled. The son of a Duke, one of the wealthiest individuals in the entire country, was openly asking for money from a mere student like her, a scholarship recipient with very limited funds. The absurdity was staggering.
"Stop that, Trix," Coleen interjected, a blush rising on her cheeks. She tugged at his arm, sending a playful glare his way. Trix merely chuckled, his grin widening as he also stared at Eirin’s bewildered expression, clearly enjoying her discomfort. "Sorry, Ei, he just likes joking like that." Coleen explained, though her own face still burned.
Trix then shifted his attention fully to Coleen, releasing Eirin’s hand. "When did my baby girl grow up, huh?" He ruffled Coleen’s purple hair tied into pigtails, completely disarraying it. "Your hair’s even longer than the last time I saw you." His words were teasing yet laced with genuine affection, deepening Coleen’s blush.
Eirin watched. Coleen’s face had turned a shade deeper than a ripe tomato, a truly impressive feat. Eirin wondered if this man was truly oblivious to his effect on Coleen, or if he was simply pretending, delighting in her obvious fluster.
"Trix!" Coleen whined, finally managing to pull away, swatting at his hand.
The moment the trio stepped into the bustling classroom, a chorus of high-pitched calls erupted.
"Trixtan!"
"Trix!"