Elion was completely confident that he could thump anyone placed in front of him.
Right now, Aria was sitting comfortably in his lap, her face flushed a light blush, because Elion's fingers were absentmindedly clutching her thighs and feeling them through her skirt.
Her arms were loosely wrapped around his neck while she tried to pretend she wasn't enjoying the attention.
Several nearby guys were glaring daggers at Elion.
Of course, he ignored them completely.
Mira sat right beside him on the bench, one leg crossed over the other, her head on his shoulder, watching the reactions around them with an amused smile.
The three of them were creating quite the scene.
Their blatant display of affection had already attracted the attention of half the waiting room.
More than seventy first-year students had signed up for the tournament, and they were all gathered here waiting for their matches to be announced.
Honestly, it was more participants than Elion expected.
