''You wanted to see me?"

You glanced at the student council president, closing the door behind you. A gust of cold air caressed your cheek and tickled your skin. The student council room—this was your first time here—was pristine and luxurious, and was extremely similar to the one in Ouran High School's own club room. Daisei was behind a desk—mahogany, smooth, tastefully done—and he looked up from his pretty eyelashes, giving a cursory nod.

He's as pretty as ever, was all you thought. What kind of parents did he have to have managed to produce someone like him? Good-looking, gentle, stern, responsible? Were they flippant? Were they proud? You had talked to him quite a number of times, but still you realized you knew nothing about him. Yet something was so...awfully familiar about him that you couldn't help but have second thoughts.

''I just wanted to ask how you were doing.''

You were immediately suspicious. Terry hissed in your pocket, almost like it sensed your emotions.

''You called me all the way here for that?''

''It's my job to ensure the student body's wellbeing.''

''Yeah, but I thought that was Kaen's job,'' you pointed out, ''unless he had AIDS, or something.''

''You think he has AIDS?''

''Actually, I Don't know Shit. Isn't that what it stands for? Oh, and HIV stands for horribly infectious virus, if I'm not wrong.'' You shrugged, looking at the incredulous expression on Daichi's expression before you sighed.

''Okay, okay. I'm doing fine. Is that the only reason why you called me all the way here?''

Daichi adjusted the sheaf of papers on his hand, moving them about. You watched his movements: quick, but not hurried. It was simply efficient—and with the smoothness on which he did those, it suggested it had become so ingrained in the routine it had become muscle memory to him. You wondered how tiring this job was to him and if he truly found it rewarding. Daichi was a hard one to read, admittedly.

''Some students have expressed their concerns about you.'' He said at last, and you frowned.

''Concerns? What concerns could they even have? I haven't even done anything to them.''

''The fire?'' Daichi prompted. ''Sticking your hand inside for your phone—metal—if I had to be specific?''

''C'mon. You know I could never miss Dilvei or Li's updates. That's ridiculous,'' you scoffed. ''The day I miss Idris and MC is the day I die. And it's at chapter seventeen yet the erotica hasn't come yet.''

''Letting Terry run havok and biting Tanaka?''

''Hey, he survived. And he probably will get an excuse letter out of exams.''

''[Name], these are legitimate concerns. You could very well be—''

''Expelled?'' You interrupted, ''yeah, go ahead. I don't really care. Worst case scenario I hitch with Inei, or something. I'm only really here for fun or whatever. To be frank, won't you be happy to get rid of me?''

For once, there was a crack in Daichi's perfect facade.

''Expel you? Why would we even—''

''I'm not stupid.'' You sighed, ''make it less obvious, Daichi. I come here, I get led to some forest that people are claiming it's a school garden, I almost die from the flames—I would have, if I wasn't trained by my mother—then Jun comes and rooms with me...the student council is trying to get rid of me. And then there are cases of transfer students leaving somehow.'' You crossed your arms.

Not to mention the so-called incident three years ago that you had yet to get your hands on. It was something that involved Daichi, that much was clear, but you didn't know what. And Kaen had been roped into something just a year ago...

You had to ask Haruka and Tanaka for more answers. Maybe even Arata. And maybe even...

The last victims.

In the worst case scenario, you could always ask the ones who had left the school. Tracking them wouldn't be too hard—your family probably made the FBI quiver in fear. You had never doxxed anyone before, though. That was a petty level and you didn't want to be reduced to someone like Sniperswolf.

''...[Name]. I'll assure you that there was no such intention. I apologize on their behalf if they were...hostile,'' Daichi murmured, ''and you will not get expelled. Since you entered here on a scholarship, we don't kick you out. Transfer students only leave on their own will. I just suggest you...well, tone it down a little.''

Only leave of their own will? You caught those words. Hm. Should he have really told you that? Now that meant you could go wild without a care in the world. Or at least, do what the people here considered wild. Had they never played Russian roulette before? Your grandfather would have rolled in your grave. Come to think of it, he died with thirty bullet wounds in his body.

''Noted.'' You lied. Well, you did feel a little sorry for him, so you decided you would make a conscious effort. No promises, though.

Meanwhile, Daichi had been appalled. The past few people that the student council had toyed with were smart; they never would have gotten in if they weren't, but they hadn't been you. They had been normal; perhaps even meek, shy, completely overwhelmed by the people here. A mere nudge with some tactic was already sure to make them panic. Perhaps even just the slipping of a cheat sheet in their pencil case and they would go into tatters. They were smart enough to guess who was behind it, but they were forced to swallow their burning hatred, their vicious thoughts, into the holes of their soul and leave.

But you were unfazed by whatever twisted upbringing you had.

''Fine. Then, you are dismissed—''

The door slammed open, and rushing in was a weeping student, sobbing.

''Student council president!''

You glanced at Daichi, who was looking at this scene that was familiar.

''For all student welfare related matters, you are to report to the welfare head,'' Daichi sighed, pinching his nose with his fingers, ''do not come to me.''

''What happened?'' You looked curiously at him, raising an eyebrow. ''Did his bones break, or something? When I was young, my fingers used to break all the time and I would cry just like him.''

''He broke up with his girlfriend.'' Daichi deadpanned, before the student looked at you with terror evident in his eyes.

''Wait! It's you! The demon—the demon student?'' He shrieked, before he got to his feet and started to run away, ''he's going to set this place on fire!''

But before he could move, you grabbed his collar and smiled benevolently at him.

''You know what?'' You declared, with an angelic smile on your face, ''I'll help you.''

''Y-You will do what?'' The student's tears dried up, and he stared at you incredulously.

''I will help,'' you repeated.

You didn't have any experience in romantic relationships except for the times you would pretend to be some lover to a target, but hey, your mother taught you all about Seduction 101. Her methods were queer (like you) but it always seemed to work. Well, it always seemed to work with the victim sprawled on the floor with blood surrounding them. Maybe she just killed them, you didn't know.

''[Name]...'' Daichi gave a lengthy sigh, before he simply closed his eyes in defeat.

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''Wait, she called you disgusting and that all you had was money?'' You repeated.

''Y-Yeah, she rejected me in front of everyone...''

It took you five minutes to wrangle the person to the couch. It involved a small pop! sound and you suspected you had accidentally dislocated the person's shoulder, but no worries, since you fixed it right back. Besides, the shock had rendered him rather pilant and he was now pouring his heart out to you while sipping tea.

''What's your name again?''

''Jack Ingoff.''

You suspected that that very name was the reason why she had broken up with him.

''Oh.''

''Isn't she such a jerk?'' Jack sniffled.

You looked at him amused. You couldn't think of anything except for the way those two words would form if they were to marry each other: Jerk Ingoff. Rather inappropriate, but whatever.

''No, she's well,'' you mulled it over slowly. ''Let me get this straight. She called you disgusting and...that you were a rich dirtbag?''

You stared at the tacky Gucci shirt he wore as well as the chrome hearts on his fingers. Chrome hearts were pretty, but he had placed an obnoxious amount of them to the point that if someone had gotten struck by lightning and had achieved superhuman magnetic abilities, he would have been the first victim.

Jack nodded his head. ''I mean, come on, she's obviously so wrong! All I did was tell her that she should dress a little better...''

The nerve. You bristled. He was a douchebag, and like what your mother usually said, people like that who dictated people's lives were better off six feet under. That way they could have the desirable height difference that they always wanted.

''Oh, she's totally into you,'' you said sarcastically, ''she only called you disgusting so the other girls wouldn't go for you, you know. It's like...hm. Marking territory.''

Daichi shot you a horrified look.

''What do you think you are doing?'' He hissed. ''Why are you leading him alone?''

''I'm joking.'' You rolled your eyes.

''It isn't very obvious,'' Daichi squinted his eyes, ''how good of a liar are you really?''

''There were a lot of parties and events I had to sneak into. Oh, did I tell you about the one with Arata? I had to lie about my whole identity, and it wasn't even funny—''

''Do you really think so?'' Jack said hopefully, ''the worst thing I ever did was to call her sister a whore, I think. I mean, the dress she wore...'' Jack shuddered.

The muscles in your jaw twitched. He looked really punchable right now. If he was a pig you would have done the slaughtering method that your mother had used on Lily.

''I think it's actually a you problem,'' you shrugged, ''I can't seem to see you as a real person and I'm just imagining some ridiculous character—like Trashta from Remarried Empress yapping away like a dog. Are you going to bark or what?''

''What?''

''You're disgusting.'' You said in simpler terms, wrinkling your nose.

Funnily enough, it took him five seconds to process that before his nostrils flared.

''You—! Do you know who I am?''

''Yeah. Jacking Off,'' you blinked. ''Unfortunate name. Your parents must have been high when they named you.''

''I'm the heir to the Ingoff Corporation!'' Jack

protested, ''I can get you and that girlfriend out—''

''Do they sell dildos or something?'' You wondered aloud.

Now Jack's face was red.

He got up, collected his items, and stomped off. You looked innocently at Daichi, smiling cheerfully at him.

''Well,'' Daichi muttered, ''he had it coming.''

Now your smile reaches your eyes.

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''You what?''

You sipped your strawberry milk. Kaen noted with amusement that it was the exact same drink that Karma Akabane liked.

''Gave romantic advice to someone.''

''Now, while that is odd,'' Kaen shrugged, ''I'm talking about the fact why Ingoff Corporation wants to sue you for defamation. Daichi told me.''

''Jack wants to sue me?'' You blinked your eyes, before a smile crossed your features. It wasn't a tight, worried one, to Kaen's surprise, but...genuine. Genuine in a sense excitement was wafting off you. Genuine in a sense that there was some sort of maniacal feeling in your eyes that he could sense; bouncing haphazardly off the edges.

''...You look strangely excited,'' Kaen said warily.

It was weird for you to give romantic advice in the first place, because as far as Kaen knew, you had no romantic experience whatsoever. And he didn't know exactly what your family did, but you had answered...rather cheerfully. Which was concerning, to say the least.

''I mean, I always wanted a legal fight,'' You grinned.

''Legal fight as in the court, and not a fistfight that's legal, right...?'' Kaen had to clarify, frowning. Nothing was impossible or out of the question when it came to you.

''Hmm.'' You said non-committedly, absentmindedly tracing the outlines of the creases of his shirt, ''whatever. He can try, at least.''

Not if your mother's force collided first. Now, explosions were sure to happen. At the thought, your smile grew wider before it slipped off your face.

You had to keep yourself in check.

''You sound relaxed, cutie.''

''Do I?'' You grimaced. ''Sorry, didn't mean to. I'm working on controlling my facial expressions. It's my one fatal flaw.'' Finally, you smoothened his shirt out, dusting your hands.

''No, no,'' Kaen said slowly, ''I think it's better for you to show your expressions. You would be like an emotionless robot without them.''

''Hm? Really?'' You asked mildly, flashing a blandly polite smile. Absent-mindedly, you noticed that you had finished your milk.

You grabbed at an empty cup, heading over to the water dispensers with Kaen following after you like an adorable puppy—''I don't know. Maybe I'm too...'' you paused, searching for words in your mind. They had flowed through swiftly when you had been writing erotica, but your mind was blank. ''Too childish.''

Kaen thought briefly back to your little game with wasabi and the little heimlich maneuver that you had attempted. Childish? Not exactly childish, really.

''Really,'' he repeated, a grin on his face and his face lit up with a boyish glow that could have made anyone swoon, ''I think that aspect of you is attractive, actually.''

You mulled this over, swirling the water in your cup. Oops. You had gotten too normalized from that action with the vodka you drank at stuffy social events—

You cleared your throat instead, smiling politely back.

''Thank you,'' you shrugged. ''But I mean, it's not exactly that I don't hide my emotions, or that I'm too expressive—''

''Er,'' Kaen pointed out, ''most of the time no one can tell what you're thinking. I haven't even seen you mad, really. Most of the students—''

And everyone, or at least, most in the student council—

''—Treats you badly. Aren't you angry? Why aren't you angry? There's many things you should be angry about.''

''You think I haven't noticed?'' You raised an eyebrow, before an amused smile broke on your face to which Kaen couldn't help but admire the dimples that popped up—''it's extremely noticeable. But it's more annoying than anything. I won't get angry at those kinds of things.''

''Oh? Then what would you get angry at?''

''Well, I got pissed at that Jack guy just now. Some people just show their anger in different ways.'' You threw the cup away once you were finished drinking, crossing your arms. ''Break time is over, Kaen. Go back to your teammates.''

You were ambling across the hallways before Kaen had dragged you out to the basketball court again. It wasn't like you were unathletic—quite the opposite, really, but there were a lot of things that you could have preferred doing. Listening to Mitski, for example. Watching reruns of BTS Run, maybe. Or your beloved show Modern Family.

Kaen glanced back at them. Amongst the faces of the teammates, you recognized Haruka, and made a mental note to ask him what he meant by the three years ago incident.

''Fine.'' He conceded after a while, sighing. ''See you later, cutie.''

That nickname...you were slowly becoming used to it. Mirroring his smile, you waved at him.

''See you later—''

A slam in the door broke your attention, before a perspiring, obviously tired student went up to you, fear and worry in his eyes. You assumed that maybe he had been one of those present in what was now dubbed the Great Explosion and Fire in the chemistry lab. Because why else would he regard you with such hesitance, such trepidation?

You scowled at him. Evidently, you were annoyed. This only seemed to make him more skittish.

Actually, with the door open, you could hear utter pandemonium raging outside. Loud girlish screams, high pitched, crackly, deep ones, the furious pattering of feet racing down the hallway. It reminded you of bulls when they were about to catch you—

You cast that image out of your mind, and instead stared with annoyance at the trembling boy. You felt quite sorry for him, truthfully. It was obvious that he was at his wit's ends and he had come to you out of sheer desperation; like you were the solution.

Wait. Just what was going on in school. You didn't do anything, did you? So why was there such a mumble jumble all around? This was ridiculous.

''What?'' You asked exasperatedly, ''what's wrong? Why does the school resemble a fucking animal zoo?''

''Y-Your snake...'' was all the boy managed to say, before he wobbled on his feet. ''Your snake...''

Terry? You hadn't brought him along. You had left him cuddled up in your bed, snoring away under a heap of blankets.

''What's wrong with my pet?''

''He's loose!'' The boy finally managed to shriek out, face completely pale—''your pet is loose.''

And then he fainted on the floor.

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What the hell is happening?

You walked briskly through the corridor, seeing students run about—if Terry really was loose, why were they so scared? Come on, he was practically harmless. The worst he did was bite, and even Tanaka had survived it. Students tripped on bags, shoved each other wildly, and it reminded you of Mean Girls when Regina George had dropped those papers off in the school.

''It's him!''

''I bet he set the pet free on purpose to terrorize us!''

''Wait, he's kinda hot—''

''—Are you fucking stupid? He's the one who caused all this—wait, I can see it...''

You rolled your eyes, pushing your way through —actually, you really didn't need to, for the crowd parted wherever you went easily, and went to the dorm. Jun was there, studying, but you didn't care. You went straight for your bed, moving about the layers of the sheets messily only to find...

Nothing.

What? Terry had slithered away? On its own? When it had just been napping away innocently?

Someone, you realized. Someone who had something against you—it could be someone in the student council, really, or anyone—someone did this.

Fear was not something you felt often, really. In fact, it was non-existent. But fear on another's behalf was different. Terry was a snake, yes. Terry had people terrified, yes. Terry could bite, also yes, but ultimately...

Your pet would be left defenseless in light of human nature.

''Aren't you angry? Why aren't you angry? There's many things you should be angry about.''

Oh, Kaen. There were truthfully so many things you could have been angry about, but you didn't bother. You simply didn't, as you knew they were an easy, simple waste of time.

This time was vastly different.

White hot anger; unbridled rage; simmered to the surface and boiled, pumping in your veins like dying ichor. Something in you seemed to snap subtly. There was no clear indication of your fierce rage, for all you did was let out a long sigh, and your posture straightened. Elegant, really, but only Arata would know this was how you calmed your mind for your missions. How you calmed your mind to kill.

Your voice was steady and deceitfully calm as you turned, the smile plastered on your face, melting off the sides.

''Hey, Jun,'' you called out, but there was the slightest tremble that betrayed how you were trying to feel, ''did you see where Terry went?''

It could be him. It could be him. It could be him. It could be him. It could be him.

Jun hated you, did he not? He hated you from the angered gazes he threw at you, so scalding you might have burnt, he hated you from his scornful words, the condescending tilt of his head. He was also part of the student council. This could be some ploy to get you—

Riled up. And yes, it worked.

Or, as your mother would have very unhelpfully put in: the sexual tension is stifling.

''No.'' Jun took off his headphones, staring straight at you.

''You're a good liar.''

Jun paused. Then he looked long and hard at you—there seemed to be a startling silence in the room as his eyes widened thinly, taking in your rigid and strict form—''are you...'' His voice was quiet, prodding. ''Are you angry, [Name]?''

Why the fuck wouldn't I be?

''Do you think I am?'' You tilted your head. ''I know it's you. It's you, isn't it? Who set Terry free. For all you know, for all I know, he could be getting stamped on, getting killed—you were here this whole time. How could you have disappeared?''

''I'm telling you I didn't do anything.'' Irritation was stealing to replace his surprise; ''for someone who was surprisingly logical, you sure aren't making sense now. Does anger make you irrational?''

Was he—you gave a scoff—taunting you?

You clenched and relaxed your fists, your face settling into a placid smile. The body movement was languid.

You sighed; of course there was no way he was going to get a straight answer out of him, the man was more tight-lipped than he was. A reasonable person would acknowledge the question and explain or reciprocate with their own story, but Jun always plowed ahead without looking back and expected everyone else to match his pace. No, he didn't want people to match his pace: he wanted to be number one. Always number one. And he would do terrible things to throw you off. Maybe even this.

''I don't know.''

It was like someone had stuck their fingers into your closed wound and pried it back open under a microscope. You had never seen the insides of it before, and you couldn't look away. You just couldn't tear your ears off the sounds of your forced, stabilized breathing; so obviously ragged. You were angry. You were angry. You were angry.

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''When you get rid of someone, know that you are doing this for justice. Know that the person that you have just gotten rid of is a sinner in the world; that he has matted his hands more than twice as much blood than you have. I know it's hard, [Name]. Sometimes I wish I could have given you an easier job...'' Your mother sighs. Her sigh isn't a disappointed, dreadful one. It's light, it's soft, it's calm.

It calms you too. You know things will be okay with her. You know what you are doing leans towards the morally right scale rather than the wrong one, but still, it's present in the gray.

''But you're a natural. You don't get angry much, do you?''

''I mean,'' you remember yourself asking, the words leaving yourself before you even process them fully—''I do, when I read the things of what they did. Of what they inflicted on others. But...I always remember that—''

''That you will show them the same pain?''

''...Maybe,'' you bite your lip, letting the crimson blood ebb out. It doesn't even hurt, really. But your mother still automatically wipes at it.

''Can we do something more fun? Let's not talk about this,'' you frown, ''let's go...I don't know. Swim with the piranhas again.''

Her smile is fond; bright, proud.

And it makes you smile too.

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Yes. That was it. For whoever who did this on purpose—for whoever would dare to inflict the same pain on you, you would do it back.

''Jun.'' Your voice was tighter this time, and gods, it amused him. Sure, it wasn't his earlier wish to have seen you grovel because of him: but seeing you so unraveled, so angry, a surefire moment where you peeled off those layers to finally show your human side...

You grabbed him, your fingers tightening around his own, squeezing hard. You knew yourself very very well: and that you could break that arm easily and swiftly. Easily.

''Tell me—'' you spat out syllabus after syllabus, punctuating each word with a viciousness—''where my pet went. Maybe you didn't take it. But who did?''

''What will you do if I tell you?''

Your jaw twitched, yet you towered over his seating form. Your face—it was so terrifying, and it was even more so with that smile on your face. That forced smile of yours.

''I'll tell you what I'll do if you don't tell me,'' you murmured—''I—''

''Jack. The person you pissed off,'' Jun smiled at you. ''You are in my favor. It's not everyday—in fact, this is the first time I've seen you angry, really,'' He chuckled. That fucking bastard—

''It's amusing to see you all riled up. He's...in the cafeteria, I think. Grabbed Terry and he's planning to do something for revenge. Though he's foolish to do that to the transfer student who already has such a wild reputation.''

You ignored him. Now that you had gotten sufficient information out of him, he was out of sight, out of mind.

That fucking guy, huh? That—

His unfortunate name can be plastered all over the walls, for all I care. You seethed, striding swiftly towards the cafeteria.

You.

Would—

The music crescendoed, string instruments hissing at the top of their wooden lungs. How funny, actually—the cafeteria really liked to play classical music like Mozart and Beethoven, and though you quite liked it, your anger settled a little when you realized classical music would be the backdrop of your anger towards Jack.

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The cafeteria was more calm. Briefly, you wondered just what Daichi was doing—was he settling your mess again, shaking his head after he realized you had caused another problem to start after he had just earned you? Was he placing the birth certificate that you had submitted into a shredder or black envelope so it would resemble a death one?

The few students scuttled the minute they saw you. They spoke in hushed voices—then you caught the name.

''Jack's in so much trouble...''

Your footsteps never made much sound. They never did, and this was all part of your usual training to sneak up on others or avoid training, really. You could hear his annoying voice; the same one that had ridiculed his supposed crush, the same one that he whined and sobbed and—

And he was holding Terry. Cruelly, with his fingers tightly around Terry's jaw; that he had wrapped around with a strange gauzy like material. He was laughing, even, as the snake—your adorable pet—struggled around—

''Hey, imagine if I kill this thing; wouldn't that transfer student be so mad? Who does he even think he is?''

You took Terry away, gently removing the fabric from its mouth. It quivered a little, flicked its tongue out at your palm, before curling up on your arm, seemingly relieved.

''Sorry I didn't come here earlier,'' you whispered.

''Mind if we talk a little?'' You smiled at Jack, yanking him back harshly. ''I know you're probably upset and ashamed that your parents sell dildos or whatever, but hey, sex sells. We all know that from fan fiction.''

You saw as Jack's eyes widened comically: before his lips parted. He stopped laughing and stared at you in disbelief.

''Surprise, mother father.''

A reference to The Bee Family Vine or whatever it was. You couldn't help yourself, and plus, you wanted to say something that resembled the curse word.

''—[Name]—!''

And the boy's sentence dissolved into a cut-off shriek.

You felt your fist connect with soft flesh, breaking the first layer of skin. You could see how Jack Ingoff's—what a fucking ridiculous name; both names were fine separate, but not together—face contorted as his head exploded in pain.

Should have thought earlier, before you harassed everyone.

The music played in the background.

Dich grüßt unser Wien, dein silbernes Band

Knüpft Land an Land und fröhliche Herzen

''—hey, why did you take Terry for? I thought you were supposed to sue me,'' you tilted your head, ''settle your problems with me. Not with others.''

''[Name]! I—I'm sorry—I—''

''Your crush would never reciprocate your feelings,'' you scoffed, ''that's a pipe dream. That's a huge dream, if you're such a douchebag. Have you ever learnt manners before? Why don't I teach you some? Pretty please.''

You kept punching, until your knuckles split and the face in front of you was covered in blood.

Wrong, wrong, wrong. Wrong...

You knew violence isn't the answer; you knew. But you were just so furious—

A boy was screaming somewhere behind you.. Rough hands grabbed at you and tried to pull you back, but the pain barely registered on your mind. By right, your knuckles should have been sore and aching, but years of training had honed you. It was effortless.

''[Name]!''

The voice was insistent, clearer now.

You didn't know how much time had passed when you finally stopped. Everyone else in the cafeteria was nowhere in sight, but you suspected that they had gone off to spread the gossip.

You let go of Jack's collar, and he quickly scrambled backwards on his butt, blood dripping from his mouth. "P- Please! Please—"

"Get out of my sight,''  You said.

The boy nodded fearfully and limped off, sobbing.

''[Name],'' the rush in your head had finally cleared, and you looked around. Even the music had softened somewhat.

''...Arata.'' You sighed, ''geez, that was a mess, wasn't it? I got blood on my knuckles, and I showed an unsavory side. The only other time I got into trouble was when—''

''—you thought the bottle of poison was candies, yes, I know.'' The idol walked towards you. It was comforting, truthfully. Extremely so. If it was one of the student council members, or even Haruka, or Tanaka, you would have to explain the situation to them in long sentences in your state, with crimson dripping off your fist. But Arata was different. He would—

''You didn't bruise your knuckle, did you? Flex it once for me.''

You obeyed. There was comfortable silence for a minute as you did as you were told. It didn't hurt, like you had expected.

''Why?''

''He pissed me off. He was going to kill Terry because of me. He was going to enact revenge on something that didn't even hurt him.''

Arata mulled over this, but he didn't say anything.

''But you aren't hurt anywhere else, right? He didn't graze you, or...''

You smiled, lightly shoving him. ''Who do you think I am?''

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''He assaulted a student. We can't let this stand.'' Akio narrowed his eyes, ''hey, I don't feel like any of you guys are onboard with this idea. What the fuck is wrong with you all?''

''Language,'' Daichi said mildly, before he sighed. ''But from what I heard, he was provoked.''

''He's disgracing the school name—!''

''Don't act like you are the saint,'' Inei said unexpectedly, ''or any of us, for that matter...right, Daichi?''

Daichi stayed silent.

''Seriously, what's really with you all...'' Akio hugged. ''What about you, Jun?''

Jun was considering if he should have used this to kick you out. He really was. But instead, he shrugged. You owed him, didn't you? And there was still that bet with you over the exams—

''We keep him for now.''

''Saito?'' Akio whirred around, ''don't tell me that you also—''

''I'm fine with anything.'' He barely looked up from his phone.

''Inei? Kaen? We should kick him out, right? Maybe even that Arata person. Look at the trouble he's already causing!"

Inei and Kaen both opened their mouths to say the same answer. The same word.

''No.''

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unedited. sorry guys not much fun or giggles today :[ regardless i hope you enjoyed, keep in mind MC is a very morally grey character and some of his actions shouldn't be seen as good. also i was inspired by the tiktok trend where people went "classical music playing in the background while my math teacher rolls down the stairs" thing so u get that while MC beats up jack

side note chapters will be 2.5k words to 5k words

be sure to comment a lot as they really give me so much motivation and heart the story if u like it!