He didn't follow her in stepping away. He didn't have to. His eyes were on her and even if he didn't close the gap between them there was something about them that made it feel like you weren't getting away.

"You shouldn't be here," he informed.

He didn't say it. He informed it. It was very impersonal, that tone. Lukewarm and dispassionate like he didn't even care except for the sheer incorrectness of it.

He eyed her, searching for the grade pin. "Ah. Kohai. Anyway, your uniform is also terribly out of shape, but you should fix it in private," he said.

He tilted his head. "You should think more about how this kind of behavior reflects on our school, miss," he said. "You really should."