I was VERY experimental, as you see : ) [Notes: For this chapter, any marked words are spoken in English for no reason. Enjoy!] As dinner progressed, Kanoko excused herself, retreating to her room. She claimed she was tired, but her flushed face and hurried departure suggested her embarrassment had gotten the better of her. Kaede watched…

‘This is the same girl who wanted to teach Hiroki’s bully a lesson but ended up bowing to him and apologizing. She never follows through, and she doesn’t care about her brother as much as she thinks she does,’ he thought, holding her gaze steadily. “U..Eh…. Ahh… H-hiroki… T-that’s…” she stammered, her face flushing deeply.…

“Well, is he here?!” An urgent feminine voice pierced the tranquility as the door to the Morii household swung open. “Ah, Kanoko. Hiroki’s upstairs if you want to see him,” Kaede responded, her voice calm and steady amid the sizzle and chop in the kitchen where she was preparing a meal. “Geez, that kid has…

It was early morning, the sun just peeking over the horizon. Kaede was compelled to open her eyes, but not by the gentle morning light. It was the sound of grunts that roused her. “54… 55… 56…!” a voice grunted nearby. Confused, Kaede turned her head and saw her son on the floor doing pushups.…

Yuuto felt a surge of excitement over the beaten transfer student. ‘Now… Why shouldn’t I kill him?’ His excitement fused with Hiroki’s anger as he picked up a nearby rock. He raised it high, arm fully extended, teeth clenched, aiming for the back of the transfer student’s head. He roared as he swung his arm…

I know I’ve said it before, but seriously — this chapter contains mature themes and graphic violence. Proceed with caution. AT HIROKI’S HOME… “Jeez… That kid is late, and he doesn’t answer his phone,” Kaede, Hiroki’s mother, muttered, glancing at the time. “He’s making me worry like this…” she sighed. ‘Honey, you’re still watching over…

“He’s weak! Strike him all at once!” one of the students shouted, swinging a fist at Yuuto. ‘It’s slow,’ Yuuto thought, dodging the punch, the attacker’s knuckles grazing his cheek. ‘Damn it… My body’s not responding the way I want it to. Veiny Turd was slow, so it wasn’t a problem earlier…!!’ Yuuto barely had…

The school day went on routinely, with the teacher addressing Yuuto’s (Hiroki’s) injuries as well as those of Nao and the transfer student. The consensus was that they had all taken a tumble down some stairs. Nao’s plea persuaded the entire class to corroborate this story, and the day went by. ‘I actually managed to…

‘Hm… According to the student ID… this is the place, huh?’ Yuuto thought as he looked up at the classroom number. “Welp. Time to get expelled,” Yuuto muttered as he abruptly threw open the classroom door, catching the attention of the four students sitting in the back. Their gazes locked on him, startled by his…

As you can see, I was quite unused to the popularity spike back then. I think I wrote this… Around a year ago. [Hey. Author here. 60-FUCKING-COLLECTIONS!!!!!!!!!!!?????? I expected… 1, maybe 7 more people to add to their collection and that’s being generous. 60 COLLECTIONS PER CHAPTER!!!!!!!!? NAAH, I’M TRIPPING. Anyway enjoy.] BACK OUTSIDE, AT…