System Mission: Seduce the Final Boss [BL]-Chapter 65: I spied on his mentor, now on him

He didn’t know what was more unsettling, the fact that Anthony and Asher were standing together like it was the most natural thing in the world, or the fact that Myles and Asher were now face to face.

"Ah, it’s a pleasure to meet you too."

Asher stepped forward, extending his hand. Myles accepted it, his grip firm but brief.

"Mhm."

He simply nodded, nothing more.

Blake’s smile didn’t disappear, but his thoughts spiraled.

’Why is he with him? This doesn’t make sense. Why is he even wearing our school uniform? This isn’t how things are supposed to go. The plot, this isn’t like the plot at all, right?’

His fingers curled tightly into his palm, nails pressing into his skin as he lowered his gaze. A cold sheen of sweat gathered at the back of his neck.

"Blake?"

Anthony’s voice snapped him back. He looked up to see him raising an eyebrow.

"This is my cousin, the one I told you about the other day, remember?"

Blake clenched his jaw for a split second before smoothing his expression out. He couldn’t not smile.

Especially ot here, in front of them, especially not in front of these two, who couldn’t be more different from each other.

"Of course, I remember," he said lightly. "The one you said you have so much in common with? It’s really nice to finally meet you."

He stepped closer, subtly positioning himself between Myles and Asher as they began walking down the hallway together.

Blake reached out, gently patting Asher’s shoulder.

"So, are you officially a new student of the school now?"

"Ah... yes."

As expected, Asher kept his gaze lowered, voice quiet, posture reserved.

Blake felt his heartbeat pick up. There were a dozen questions clawing at his throat, but asking them outright would only make things worse.

Still, there was one thing he needed to know, mostly for his peace of mind.

"That’s great, welcome," he continued smoothly. "Do you know which class you’ve been assigned to?"

"I’m in Anthony’s class."

Blake exhaled before he could stop himself.

It wasn’t ideal, far from it, but at least it wasn’t a complete disaster.

Slowly, he let himself drift a step away from them. His focus needed to shift to his real priority.

Myles.

Even without looking directly at him, Blake could feel it, that quiet, watchful presence. There was no open displeasure on Myles’ face, no visible reaction... but that didn’t make it any easier.

’He’s wary,’ Blake thought. ’But I don’t think it’s because of anything specific, yet. Just the usual suspicions. Still, better not push it and avoid mixing them at all.’

If there was one thing Blake was certain of, it was this:

Myles came first.

Everything else could wait.

By the time they reached the classroom, Blake had already made up his mind. The moment classes started, he would focus entirely on keeping Myles in a good mood, trying to make him think as less as possible about Asher.

That alone would already be enough of a challenge.

They took their usual seats at the back, Myles by the window, Blake beside him. The sunlight filtered in softly, casting pale streaks across the desks.

Blake set his bag down, stealing a quick glance at Myles.

He was still quiet.

’Alright... step one.’

Leaning slightly closer, Blake nudged a wrapped candy toward him.

"I brought this for you today. It’s coffee flavored, so I’m sure you’ll like it," he murmured.

Myles glanced at it, then at him.

"Thanks."

He took it.

Blake’s chest loosened just a little, it was already a decent start.

As the lesson began, Blake kept his attention split, half on the teacher, half on Myles. Subtle things, nothing that would draw attention.

When Myles’ pen rolled off his desk, Blake caught it before it hit the floor and set it back without a word.

When the teacher wrote something too quickly, Blake slid his notebook slightly so Myles could see his notes more clearly.

At one point, he even leaned in just enough to whisper, "You missed that part," tapping lightly on the page.

Myles didn’t comment, but he didn’t pull away either, as always.

By the second period, Blake let his elbow brush lightly against Myles’ on the desk, chuckling when he exaggerated the strength out into it.

Of course, he had to be playful, but not pushy, so he stopped after a while.

By the third, he was mentally exhausted.

Keeping track of everything, Myles’ reactions, his own behavior, the classroom, the looming presence of things that were already going off-script... it was draining.

Still, when the bell rang for lunch, Blake was smiling.

"Do you want to go out?" he asked, turning to Myles. "To the place near the gates. It’s quieter than the cafeteria, anyway."

Myles got up, too, and didn’t really seem to mind.

"Yeah."

Blake smiled wider, relief washing through him so quickly it almost made him dizzy.

’This is perfect.’

The cafeteria was the last place he wanted to be. The cliches were already too predictable in his mind.

They were 100% likely to run into Anthony and Asher.

This was better and safer.

By the time they stepped into the hallway, the flow of students had already thickened into a crowd.

Blake moved a little faster than usual, weaving through people.

Then, someone bumped into him.

His body stiffened instantly, a sharp flicker of pain running through his side where the bruises hadn’t fully healed.

He didn’t react outwardly, but his steps faltered for half a second.

The crowd shifted again, pushing them slightly apart.

Blake reached out without thinking, his fingers catching lightly around one of Myles’, just to keep from losing him.

After all, this kind of hassle was exactly what he’d wanted to avoid.

Still, he didn’t let go.

By the time they pushed through the gates and into the open air, Blake let out a quiet breath, his shoulders relaxing.

"Now, fresh air is much better."

But the bar ahead was just as crowded.

Not like he hadn’t expected it.

They stepped inside.

Blake slipped between people, turning his head briefly to check Myles wasn’t too far behind.

In that split second, he nearly walked straight into someone.

Before he could react, a firm hand caught him, and he felt himself lifted slightly, just enough to shift him out of the way.

Blake blinked, then looked up. Those were definitely Myles’ hands.

For a second, there was silence.

Then Blake laughed a soft, as he jokingly fisted into the fabric of Myles’ shoulder.

"I’m not that fragile, you know."

Myles didn’t argue. Instead, his hand moved, settling briefly over Blake’s where it rested against him.

"Next," the cashier called.

The moment broke.

They ordered quickly, grabbing their food before stepping back outside, sitti benches near the bar were less crowded, the noise dimmed into something manageable.

Blake sat down, unwrapping his sandwich.

"Finally," he muttered under his breath before taking a bite.

Myles sat beside him, eating the same

"Are you sick?"

Blake paused mid-bite, raising an eyebrow as he turned to him.

"No?"

Myles was already looking at him more closely now and, without another word, he reached out, placing the back of his hand against Blake’s forehead.

"...What are you doing?"

"Checking."

"For what?"

"You look off."

Blake stared at him for a second longer before letting out a small huff.

"I’m fine."

"Be careful," he said after a moment. "Weather’s changing, dress more."

Blake chuckled slightly at that.

"Alright."

He reached for his drink, taking a sip as he nodded.

***

By the time they headed back, the halls had quieted down again.

They were just about to reach the classroom when...

"Blake."

A teacher stood a few steps away, motioning for him.

He glanced at Myles, already feeling anxious, for some reason.

"Go ahead," he said. "I’ll catch up."

Myles nodded and walked off.

Blake turned back.

"Yes?"

"I wanted to ask you something," the teacher said. "It’s about the new student, Asher."

Blake’s expression didn’t change, but something in his chest became heavier.

"We’d like you to help him settle in. Show him around, make sure he integrates well, just for the next couple of weeks."

For a moment, Blake didn’t respond.

Something thick and unpleasant settled in his chest, like something viscous slowly spreading under his ribs.

How disgusting.

"Wouldn’t Anthony be better for that?" he asked, his tone still polite. "They’re related and in the same class, too."

The teacher shook her head.

"It’s precisely because of that. He shouldn’t rely only on family, we want him to connect more broadly. Don’t worry, I personally asked Anthony if he had anyone in mind, and he immediately said your name."

"I see."

Raising his eyebrows, he already knew he had no choice.

’Fuck. My luck in non-existent...’

He then stepped a little closer.

"Excuse me. If I may ask, to help him integrate further, may I know why he transferred here?"

"Quite frankly, I don’t know the details."

Blake held her gaze for a moment longer, then nodded.

"I understand."

He turned, heading back toward the classroom.

Just as he reached the hallway corner, he caught sight of a familiar figure.

It was Asher moving quickly, but not toward class, instead toward the bathrooms.

Blake slowed.

Something about it felt off.

But, of course, he was the hero, so if course it would.

’Lets see what he is doing.’