He didn't need to stay to see her win.
After all, it didn't particularly matter if she won or not. Zetsu had seen what it was he needed to see. The look, the brief recognition, the possibly unconscious understanding that she was the best and she would be easy to convince to step on others just enough to claw her way securely to the top. Big words were whispering back and forth between the two sides of his easily divided mind. Both halves were absolutely in agreement: potential. Desirable. Delectably edible.
Half of his face twisting into a highly amused little smile, the dean allowed himself to fade back into the swelling murmuring crowd. It was enough that the girl had seen him there, that they'd made a split second of significant eye contact. That was the sort she was, after all. She'd find him after the competition or run into him while flitting across campus to thank him for coming and possibly flutter around some sort of pleasant surprise or she hoped he hadn't seen her horrible form when she won or did he go to this sort of thing frequently she'd never seen him around? It would be sweet in its own way. And then, like any other delicate fluttering creature, she would be snapped up in the jaws of the life people with a certain skill set inevitably led.
Perhaps there would be someone selling dango. He could go for something sweet and savoury while he waited for a more substantial catch.
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