Hello everyone! I’m aware of the slower update rate for this novel, and I want to thank you for your patience. The truth is, I have another webnovel that’s currently my main focus—it’s doing well here and on Wattpad, and on Amazon, which makes it harder for me to give Yuuto’s story the attention it deserves.
I’m truly sorry to those who enjoy this novel, but that’s the current reality.
That being said, I have no intention of abandoning it anytime soon. Thank you for sticking with me, and I’ll do my best to bring you more updates in the future!
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“A play?” Shiyon muttered, tilting his head in confusion.
Shiyon froze, his gaze shifting between the two of them. After a beat, he asked, “… Are you going to explain why?”
Gon’s expression remained stiff, his lips pressed tightly together.
“Well, if you insist—” Yuuto began, only to be interrupted.
“Ah, thank you, Sakurai-chun,” Shiyon said, raising a hand dismissively. “But I’d rather hear it from my adorable… Gon-chun.” His tone dripped with mockery.
Yuuto clicked his tongue, his glare sharp as he fixed his eyes on Shiyon.
Yuuno watched silently, his brows furrowed in thought. ‘I know that gorilla, but Shiyon-nii wouldn’t react like this for just anyone. Who is that other guy to him?’
His gaze lingered on Yuuto, suspicious.
“Ah, Aniki. Don’t pay too much mind to him,” someone beside Yuuno spoke up—a third-year from the disciplinary committee.
“That guy? He’s just the school’s joke. We call him ‘Anime Pillow’ because, well… he fucks a pillow,” the senior explained casually, almost dismissively.
“…” Yuuno’s eyes narrowed, flicking between Yuuto’s casual demeanor and Gon’s face before drifting back to Shiyon.
Just a nobody, huh?
‘Nah. I don’t buy it. I’m looking into this bastard to see what’s what,’ Yuuno decided, his resolve solidifying.
“Sakura,” Yahiko murmured, his attention shifting to her. She wasn’t watching the exchange—instead, her focus lingered on the small space between them.
“… Sakura? Are you okay?” he asked softly, reaching out to take her hand.
Her eyes widened, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. She pulled her hand back sharply, stumbling a step away as if his touch burned her.
“I-I’m sorry!” she gasped, her voice cracking. “I need to go!” Without waiting for a reply, she turned and ran.
“SAKURA!” he called, his voice echoing, but she was already gone.
Yuuto watched her retreat, his expression unreadable.
“You could go after her, Sakurai-chun,” Shiyon suggested, breaking the silence. His smirk was sly as he locked eyes with Yuuto.
Yuuto’s gaze flicked to Shiyon, his jaw tightening in response. Yahiko’s eyes shifted to Yuuto, his mind racing.
‘Go after her…? Did he DO something to her!?’ he fumed internally, his glare burning into Yuuto—who remained indifferent, ignoring him entirely.
“After all,” Shiyon continued, gesturing toward Gon with a casual wave, “I’ll be here, squeezing every little detail from my precious subordinate.”
‘Damn it… He has me pinned down,’ Yuuto thought, his frustration mounting. Then, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. ‘As if. You think I wasn’t ready for this, Organ Harvester?’
“Aniki,” Gon’s voice broke through his thoughts, sharp and deliberate. “This school is rotten.”
“W-what—”
“ROTTEN, I TELL YOU!!!” Gon’s outburst echoed through the hall, raw and unrestrained. Shiyon’s expression faltered as he reeled slightly.
JUST BEFORE SHIYON OPENED THE DOOR
“Listen here,” Yuuto said, leaning in close, his voice hushed but commanding. “Pretend it’s just an act. He’s going to ask questions, and he’ll look to you for answers. Since I can’t trust you to remember an actual script, here’s all you need to say: I, of all people, beat the crap out of you, and not a single student reacted fast enough to stop it.”
Gon’s jaw tightened. “Fuck, no one could’ve reacted that fast—”
“Oh? So are you saying I am better than everyone, then?” Yuuto’s smirk widened, his tone sharpening like a blade.
“Of… Fuck no. You’re just a pillow fucker. Don’t get on a high-horse! You just sucker-punched me!” Gon roared. “Anyone from the school woulda decked your dick if it was a fair fight.”
“Yes… This is INK Public School.” Yuuto whispered like a snake, “Your school. Home of the Disciplinary Committee, the so-called pride of the Organ Harvester. And yet, when something like this happens—nothing. Not a single student moved. Not one. What does that say about this place?”
Gon stiffened, his gaze fixed on the bathroom door. His breaths came faster now, the weight of Yuuto’s words sinking in.
“It’s not about you,” Yuuto continued, his voice softening, almost conspiratorial. “It’s about what this school has become. Because if I’m, a PILLOW FUCKER is fast enough to pull this off, what happens when someone worse shows up?”
“Fucking A,” Gon muttered, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists. His focus burned through the door like it was his opponent, already squaring up for the fight.
“Exactly,” Yuuto said, pulling back with a grin. “Now let’s go. Your audience is waiting.”
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“YOU LOT!!” Gon roared, spinning around to face the students. His voice cut through the baffled silence, startling the entire class as Shiyon froze mid-reaction.
“NEITHER OF YOU REACTED!!!” he bellowed, his glare sweeping across the room. “THAT WAS SUCH A SLOW AND WEAK PUNCH, I HAD TO THROW MYSELF OUT OF THE CLASSROOM JUST TO GET A RESPONSE!!! WHAT IF IT WERE SOMEONE ELSE!? WHAT IF IT WERE REAL!?”
The students shrank under his outburst as his voice thundered through the room.
“I SEE NOW,” Gon declared, his finger pointing dramatically at the group, “WE NEED THESE DRILLS EVERY. SINGLE. DAY!”
Shun, Riko, and Miyuki were all silently thinking the same thing: No way…
“B-but, Gon-san, you’re bleeding…” a timid student stammered, pointing to the corner of Gon’s mouth where blood was clearly visible.
“YOU IDIOT!! THIS IS FAKE BLOOD!!” Gon snapped, his booming voice echoing even louder.
“N-no way, but… uh, Gon-san… your teeth,” another student muttered nervously, holding up two bloodied teeth from the floor. “These are yours.”
“DUMBASS, THOSE ARE FAKE TEETH!!” Gon shouted, bolting past the stunned Shiyon. In one swift motion, he snatched the teeth from the student’s grasp, cramming them into his pocket with a defiant glare.
‘I’m screwed,’ Yuuto thought, planting a palm over his face. His embarrassment rooted him to the spot. They’ll never buy this. Never. He kept his head down, too mortified to meet anyone’s gaze.
“O-oh!” one student suddenly called out, drawing everyone’s attention.
“I guess… that makes sense!” the student said, nodding as if enlightened.
The classroom erupted into murmurs of agreement, with several students nodding along as if Gon’s explanation was the most logical thing they’d ever heard.
“I mean, come on, guys! For Pillow to beat Gon-san like that!? That’s just ridiculous…”
“Y-yeah, haha! It could never happen. It’s Pillow, after all.”
‘Mein Gott!’ Yuuto stared at the scene in disbelief. ‘It WORKS!’
‘A slim chance, but I must be a damn good gambler,’ Yuuto thought, barely containing his internal smirk.
‘There’s NO WAY they all believe that, right?’ Miyuki narrowed her eyes at the unfolding scene. One by one, the students nodded along, fully buying into the narrative Gon had effortlessly spun.
“WAIT.” Shiyon’s sharp voice cut through the chatter, his palm raised to command silence.
“Admirable, Gon-chun,” Shiyon said as he stepped forward confidently, “but we’ve known each other for years.” His tone was calm, yet carried the weight of his intent.
“You never took the initiative like this,” he added, his observation making the room tense.
A heavy pause lingered as all eyes turned to Gon.
“…” Gon locked eyes with Shiyon, but his gaze faltered as he looked away.
‘Damn it… How the HELL am I supposed to answer that?!’ Gon thought, his fists clenched tightly. ‘I need… I need to find those guys. But if Aniki catches on now, I won’t get the chance…!’
Shiyon, undeterred, kept advancing, his voice steady and deliberate.
“You’ve always been one of my best,” he continued. “You do what you’re told—overenthusiastically, maybe—but that’s always been your strength.”
Shiyon leaned in closer, his tone dropping as his words struck with precision.
“But that’s all you’ve ever been,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. “Someone who follows orders.”
Gon’s breath hitched as his eyes widened in shock.
‘A-Aniki…?’ he thought, the realization dawning on him, his chest tightening as he quietly gasped.
“You do not have it in you to care that much about others to orchestrate this farce, this play,” Shiyon declared, his voice sharp and unwavering.
“Farce…?” murmured the students who overheard, their voices a hushed ripple across the room.
“Shiyon-san’s being harsh… It’s Gon-san, after all!” one whispered, their tone uncertain.
“But… is he wrong?” another questioned hesitantly.
In that moment, Gon’s reputation began to falter, the foundation of his bravado cracking under the weight of Shiyon’s words.
“Then… something else must be going on here. Was Pillow… really that strong after all?” the murmurs grew louder, the students’ collective doubt swirling.
‘Fuck… that Harvester and his ungodly charisma,’ Yuuto thought, narrowing his eyes at Shiyon. No one else dared to speak—not even the teacher, who remained silent in the corner.
“No,” Shiyon continued, his words deliberate and cutting. “You’ve always followed orders from those stronger than you. Never once have you acted outside of your own self-interest—whether it was to gain standing in my eyes or to satisfy your outbursts.”
He stepped closer to Gon, his voice dropping to a whisper, his words like daggers.
“So cut the bullshit, will you? And tell me what this is really about. If you do…” Shiyon paused, his expression unyielding. “I might just forgive you for lying.”
“Might.”
A shiver ran down Gon’s spine, chilling him far more than the simmering anger burning inside.
But this was Shiyon—the person he admired above all else. The one whose approval he sought more than anything. Gon couldn’t help but dwell on his words.
‘He’s right,’ Gon thought bitterly, lowering his gaze. ‘Aniki’s… right.’
Memories of the mixer flashed through his mind, each one gnawing at him.
‘I did it all just to rub it in that Pillow fucker’s face. I only apologized to that wimp because it happened to me.’ He thought about Shun, ‘I don’t care about anyone. Those girls…’ His fists clenched tightly.
‘They lost their minds because of that fucking drug. And it’s all my fault.’
His nails dug into his palms as resolve began to surface. ‘Fuck it. I’ll just tell him and—’
“Ah, don’t be harsh on Tsubasa-senpai!” a voice suddenly rang out, cutting through the tension like a blade. Heads turned in unison toward the source of the interruption.
“I asked him to do that! It was my idea, Shiyon-san!” the voice rang out, cheerful and confident, cutting through the tension and shifting the weight of attention away from Gon.
‘That voice…!’ Yuuto’s eyes widened in recognition.
“Shizume-chun?” Shiyon tilted his head, his sharp gaze softening slightly as Sato stepped out of the crowd, his presence calm yet deliberate. He approached Gon, placing a gentle hand on his back.
“Yeah,” Sato said smoothly, his tone measured and reassuring. “It was part of the Culture Club’s initiative. I wanted to make sure everyone was prepared for the unexpected. Like, for instance, Sakurai-senpai secretly being strong. We need to ensure all our students are ready for the unthinkable…”
“Wouldn’t you agree?” Sato added, his lips curling into a subtle smirk—barely perceptible, yet enough to reveal a glimmer of his true intentions.
“I thought it would be a good idea to stage a little play,” he continued, his voice steady and composed. “A reminder for everyone about the dangers that can lurk in every corner. Though…” He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “…I didn’t expect them to take it quite so far. Haha.”
“Oh…” Shiyon smirked, his gaze fixed on Sato’s composed demeanor.
“Ah, that makes much more sense…” murmurs began to ripple through the crowd.
“Sato-kun’s always so enthusiastic when it comes to events…” someone whispered.
Gon clenched his teeth, rage simmering beneath his silence.
‘To think… I needed saving by him. Is my resolve… really that weak?’ his thoughts grew somber.
… Yuuno narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Sato’s unshaken expression.
‘Who’s this little bitch? He doesn’t even seem the least bit intimidated by Shiyon-nii.’
I lock the door, wedging a nearby mop against the knob to keep it shut. The sound of the handle rattling faintly echoes, but it is distant—unimportant. My focus is solely on the bastard in front of me. I pin him against the toilet, my grip digging into the back of his neck.
%*&^@#%WHAT DID YOU FUCKING DO TO SAKURA THAT NIGHT?!%@#^*&%@$ The words tear from my throat. My voice feels alien, as though it isn’t mine. Somewhere in the background, someone pounds on the door, I hear chatter. The hallway outside is loud. Gon’s quiet groans mix with the hollow thud of the toilet seat beneath him.
“Fuck you…!” he spits, teeth clenches and voice hoarse. Blood dripping from his split lip into the water below, a slow, crimson ripple. “Just do what you gotta do… Pillow fucker!”
His words try to stab, but the anger boiling in my veins numbs everything else. His face, though twisted in pain. But I didn’t care. He would pay.
“You motherfucker… Acting like some kind of hero… WHERE WERE YOU LAST NIGHT, THEN?! HUH?!” he roars, his defiance faltering, his voice cracking under the strain. “FUCK YOU! JUST FINISH ME OFF…!! ACTING LIKE YOU CARE ABOUT HER…!!! WHERE WERE YOU THEN, AAAH!!!?”
A voice whispers in the chaos, cutting through my fury like a blade. Stop.
I ignore it, pressing harder on his nape, feeling his resistance weaken. He would break.
Ah, playing this game, are we? Fine. While you’re ignoring me, tell me—what’s next? The voice is sharp, calculating, its tone casual. What’s your grand plan? Letting your emotions take over like this? This is exactly how the NTR Antagonists win. Exactly what we must not do.
I don’t care…!!
Emotions must be killed, the voice let out. I understand they creep in sometimes. But now? You’re out of control.
He deserves it! He will break!
Look at him, the voice demands. You’ve thrown your little tantrum. Now, LOOK at his face. You can read people. So, what do you see?
Against my will, my gaze shifts to his face. His bloodied features twists in a grimace—not of fear, but of something heavier. Regret. Blame.
Do you think someone guilty of hurting an innocent girl would tell you to finish him off? Do you think someone as straightforward as that Gorilla—who apologized for bullying Cuck of all people—could hide guilt now? Use your head.
The voice digs in further, Give me the wheel. We have a promise to keep. Or have you forgotten?
The world narrows, her face flashes before my eyes, searing through the fog of rage.
I release my grip, my hand trembling as I step back.
Fine… He’s yours, I whisper inwardly.
Ours, the voice corrects, calm but commanding.%#(*^%$*(&@%#*&(^@%$*&(^@$Yuuto took a deep breath, his voice steady but low.
“I care… because I care about her, Gorilla,” he muttered, stepping back to lean against the sink.
Gon gasped for air, his chest heaving as he stared at his reflection in the toilet water. Bloodied and battered, the image before him mirrored the chaos of the trashed bathroom—splintered stall doors, streaks of crimson on tiles, and the relentless banging on the door behind them.
‘What a mess,’ Yuuto thought, surveying the scene with an air of detachment. ‘Blood, broken doors, and someone trying to bash their way in.’
His gaze flickered back to Gon. ‘Well, I know how to clean it up. All I have to do is get this Gorilla on my side. Time to stop reacting and start being more… proactive.’
He folded his arms, watching Gon slowly rise, leaning against the toilet paper hanger for support. Yuuto’s expression was unreadable, his eyes cold and calculating.
“You barely fuckin’ know her…” Gon growled, wiping the blood from his face. His legs trembled as he stood.
“You’re right. I don’t know her at all, actually.” Yuuto replied simply.
‘…Even though I kind of do, thanks to my espionage.’ he admitted internally, a trace of pride flickering in his thoughts.
“But…” Yuuto’s tone softened slightly, his gaze shifting to his bloodied palm. “That girl doesn’t know me either.”
Gon tilted his head, his bloodshot eyes narrowing as Yuuto continued.
“And yet, for some reason, she made me promise to be nicer to everyone. She didn’t even mind us calling each other by first names… and I accepted.”
Silence stretched between them as Yuuto’s words sank in.
“That…” Yuuto exhaled, shaking his head as if resigning himself. ‘Guess I’m doing this…’
He straightened, his voice firm and his eyes fierce.
“…Puts her at the top of my ‘be nicer’ list. Call it contractor’s bias,” he said, his tone calm, and slightly rasp.
Gon’s gaze faltered, his shoulders sagging slightly as he looked down.
“So,” Yuuto pressed, his eyes locked onto Gon’s. “I need to know what happened. What she went through. Because it’s not going to happen again. Not to her, not while I’m here.”
Gon clenched his fists, his mind flashing back to the mixer—the drugs, the disappearance of his two juniors, his own helplessness.
“Why’re you suddenly pouring your heart out to me, Pillow? Acting all mushy and soft? What makes you think I’m not the one who hurt her, especially after… This shit you just pulled?” Gon’s voice was rough, as he bit his lip, “You probably stopped being suspicious the moment you realized you’re surrounded, dickface.”
Yuuto sighed, tilting his head back to glance at the ceiling. “Let’s just say,” he began, his voice dry, “I’ve beaten my fair share of people. You didn’t do anything. I could tell… So tell me.”
‘…And you’re kind of right. I am surrounded. My future hinges on this Gorilla’s response. Fuck. FUCK! Why isn’t he caving? Get manipulated already, stupid Gorilla! Do you get an IQ boost when you’re beaten to a pulp or something?!’
“… Fuck you. I ain’t telling you shit. Have fun being expelled and beaten up by Aniki,” Gon spat, his anger bubbling over.
‘God… Damn it… I don’t have time to torture him into submission… Tsk.. FUCK!’
‘Fine.’
‘Time for a leap of faith, then.’
“… Fine,” Yuuto replied, his tone calm as he stood and turned to face the bathroom door.
“Just,” Yuuto continued, his voice measured, “do tell me one thing. I’m already getting expelled, so just answer this one question.” His words hung in the air, catching Gon’s attention.
“Were there…”
“…Black Letters in the mixer with you…?” he said with sudden intensity.
“FUCK…!!” Gon shouted, his face paling at the mention of the name.
‘…Gotcha,’ Yuuto thought, a subtle grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
“… DO YOU KNOW THOSE FUCKERS?! TELL ME NOW, OR—”
“Ah,” Yuuto interrupted smoothly, “the banging’s getting louder. Looks like this is it. Since I’m already getting expelled…” He turned his gaze toward Gon, his tone dripping with mock regret.
“You won’t ever find out. How awful.”
“Tssche…!!! FUCK…” Gon growled, the frustration evident in his voice. Yuuto casually lowered his hand to the door handle, teasingly hovering over it as if ready to open the door.
“WAIT,” Gon blurted, grabbing Yuuto’s shoulder.
“What? Got something to say?” Yuuto asked, his voice laced with amusement.
“Tell me about them after you get expelled,” Gon said flatly, his tone betraying his desperation.
‘The nerve of this Gorilla…’ Yuuto rolled his eyes.
“Nope. Have fun not knowing anything,” Yuuto quipped slyly, his palm resting on the doorknob.
“FUCK… JUST… JUST…” Gon stammered, clenching his fists tightly. “You fucking dickface. Look at me and look at you! You talk like you can get out of this if I cooperate with you! Everyone saw what you just did to me. There’s no way you won’t get expelled! So just tell me before that!!”
“Ahaha,” Yuuto chuckled, spinning on his heel to face Gon. His expression darkened, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “And who decided that? You?” He tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at Gon.
‘This BITCHFACE DICK…!!!’ Gon’s thoughts practically screamed as his fists trembled with rage.
“If you really want to know everything about Black Letter…” Yuuto paused, letting the tension simmer before delivering his final words. “…Follow my lead. I have an idea that will be more than believable; especially since it utilizes your hard-earned reputation, and…”
‘What… just… what just happened!?’ Shun thought, his eyes locked on the classroom door lying shattered on the floor, its hinges twisted and broken.
Around him, the classroom buzzed with disbelief. Every gaze was glued to the bathroom door Yuuto and Gon had just disappeared into moments before. The subtle click of the lock echoed in their ears, amplifying the tension.
“Holy shit…” someone whispered.
“T-that… that wasn’t real, right!?”
“No way! It has to be some sort of trick!” another student stammered, his voice trembling.
“There’s no way that Pillow fucker just took out Gon like he was nothing!” The whispers multiplied, each one carrying a thread of fear and awe.
Even the teacher, a man who usually couldn’t hide his disdain for Yuuto, gulped audibly. His usual confident sneer faltered as he stared at the destruction. For a moment, he seemed paralyzed, unsure of how to process what he was seeing.
But only for a moment.
With a sharp shake of his head, he turned on his heel and strode toward the door. “CALL SHIYON-KUN!” he barked, cutting off a student’s hesitant protest. “Anyone from the disciplinary committee! Call them here NOW!”
He stormed past the stunned Sakura and Yahiko, who stood frozen, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief with practiced ease.
He was a teacher at INK, after all. He was used to this.
The hallway quickly filled with murmurs as students spilled out of the classroom, drawn by curiosity and the raw spectacle. Their eyes darted between the scene before them: traces of blood smeared on the tile floor, several teeth scattered like broken pearls, and the mangled remains of the doorframe.
The sight was grisly, but what truly caught their attention was the figure of Sakura and her ex, Yahiko, standing in stunned silence.
From the crowd, Miyuki emerged, her gaze lingering briefly on Sakura before flickering away.
“M-Miyu-miyu…” one of her friends stammered nervously, tugging at her sleeve. “That… didn’t happen, right?”
Miyuki didn’t reply immediately. Her lips curved into a quick, reassuring smile as she looked ahead. “Let’s see how this plays out,” she said, her voice steady but low. Then, her tone softened as she glanced back at her friend. “Don’t worry. No matter what happens, I’m keeping you safe.”
Her words hung in the air as she brushed past Sakura, her calm demeanor a sharp contrast to the chaos around them.
“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?” the teacher bellowed, snapping the crowd out of their stupor. “CALL HIM NOW! He should be in 3-3!” His voice carried down the hallway as two students, shaken but obedient, darted off to summon Shiyon.
Minutes later, the sound of heavy boots echoed through the corridor. Shiyon strode toward the scene, flanked by three members of the disciplinary committee on either side. Their red armbands gleamed under the bright hallway lights.
The crowd hushed as the group approached, their whispers turning into strained silence. All eyes shifted between the bathroom door, where the teacher continued banging and shouting for Yuuto and Gon to come out, and the approaching committee.
“It’s… quiet,” someone murmured, their voice barely audible above the tense stillness.
Shiyon’s expression was unreadable as he closed the distance, his steps deliberate. But beneath his composed exterior, his thoughts churned.
‘Sakurai-kun…’ he mused, his mind brimming with dark amusement. ‘To think you lost your temper so spectacularly. How disappointing… Or perhaps… how thrilling.’
A wicked grin began to creep across his face, twisting his otherwise calm demeanor. ‘Ah, how terrible. You’ll make me want to fight you now—for punishment, of course.’ The thought sent a shiver of excitement through him.
‘Poor me… I’m so, so terribly sad,’ he thought mockingly, the grin stretching wider. ‘But I’ve been looking for a way to vent these days. It’s been so dreadfully stressful… I suppose I’ll have to punish you properly. Show you exactly what I’ve been holding back, hmm?’
Yuuno, walking beside him, caught the gleam in Shiyon’s eyes. A knowing smirk tugged at his lips. He didn’t need to say a word. He could tell from the way Shiyon carried himself—he was itching for chaos.
‘Yes… That’s who you are. Not the coward that dumb mutt made you.’ Yuuno thought with satisfaction, his gaze flicking toward the absent Sendo. The mere thought of him brought a flicker of disdain to Yuuno’s face.
“S-Shiyon-san’s here!” someone whispered urgently, and the atmosphere in 3-1 shifted. All eyes turned to the figure striding to the area in the hallway.
“H-huh…? Sendo-kun’s not with them…”
“Hey, didn’t you hear what he did? Of course he wouldn’t be with them…” The murmurs rippled across the classroom.
‘Something Sendo-kun did…?’ Shun wondered, the weight of Shiyon’s steps drawing his attention. Each step felt heavier, sharper—an unmistakable signal that Shiyon meant business.
Almost instinctively, Shun stepped forward, placing himself between Shiyon and the others. The air grew heavier.
‘…Who’s this little bitch?’ Yuuno thought, his frown deepening as his sharp gaze landed on Shun.
“This must be good, Shun-chun,” Shiyon said, his tone carrying no warmth—only the weight of a veiled threat. Shun felt it. That same suffocating aura Shiyon had exuded back at the resort was here again, but this time it was sharper. Darker. More intense.
Shun’s knees trembled. “Shiyon-san… I… T-there must be an explanation for this…!” he stammered, sweat trailing down his forehead. “S-Sakurai wouldn’t have done—”
The sound of the slap echoed like a gunshot through the classroom, silencing the whispers. Shun reeled back, nearly airborne, before hitting the ground hard.
“SHUN!” Riko screamed, rushing to his side as blood trickled from his nose. The room was frozen in stunned silence.
All eyes turned to Yuuno, his hand still raised from the strike, as if daring them to look. His expression was cold, detached, as he gazed at the fallen Shun with disdain—like discarded trash.
“You talk to Shiyon-nii like that one more time…” Yuuno said, his voice calm yet cutting, “…and you’re dead.”
“JUST WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!?” Riko snapped, her voice breaking with anger. “You could have just told him to move out of the way!”
“Hey,” Yuuno interrupted smoothly, stepping closer. His hand shot out, gripping her chin with a force that drew a sharp gasp from her lips. “Watch your mouth.”
“RIKO!” Shun scrambled to his feet, his voice desperate, but Yuuno shoved him aside with effortless strength, sending him sprawling back to the floor.
“AH!” Shun gasped as he hit the ground again.
The room was a mix of hushed whispers and muted gasps.
“Fuck… That’s too much,” one student murmured, breaking the silence.
“What do you mean ‘too much?’” another whispered harshly. “They defied the disciplinary committee…”
‘I hate this too,’ the teacher thought grimly, his gaze fixed on the unfolding scene, his frown deepening.
‘But for the disciplinary committee to function… they need absolute authority. That’s… That’s how it’s always worked. That’s how it worked the last time.’ He clenched his fists at his sides, his unease growing as the scene played out before him.
‘So… why? Why does it feel so different now?’ His thoughts wavered, his eyes narrowing as they lingered on Shiyon. The boy’s presence was as commanding as ever, but something felt off. Something was missing.
‘As if…’ The teacher’s brow furrowed deeper, his chest tightening. ‘As if there’s something missing from Shiyon-kun… something vital.’
From the sidelines, Miyuki’s eyes narrowed, her face unreadable as she watched the scene unfold. ‘Yeah… best to stay out of their way,’ she thought, her hands gripping her bag tightly. ‘They were stupid for standing between them and where they needed to be.’
Yuuno tilted his head as he studied Riko, his grip on her chin tightening slightly. Her eyes watered, but she refused to cry out. He leaned closer, his voice dripping with mockery.
“Damn… I might just forgive you, though;” Yuuno began, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips. Shun’s face paled as Yuuno added, “You look kinda—”
Before he could finish, a hand clamped down on his shoulder. The grip was iron, twisting just enough to bend the joint painfully. Yuuno’s body tensed, his words faltering.
“That’s enough, Yuuno-chun,” Shiyon said, his tone light but with an edge that cut through the air.
Yuuno hesitated, his jaw clenched, but he released Riko’s chin and stepped back, his smirk fading as Shiyon’s grip remained firm for a moment longer before letting go.
“Let’s not delay here more than we need to. Surely, you want the best for this school, right?” Shiyon’s voice was calm, but his gaze burned with an intensity that hadn’t been seen before. His eyes locked onto Shun like a tiger warning a small bird not to test its luck.
“I think…” he continued, his tone sharp enough to cut, “that they’ve learned their lesson.”
Shun froze. His breath caught in his throat as he found himself trapped in Shiyon’s nearly feral gaze. It was suffocating, like staring into the maw of a predator.
‘I… I’m gonna die…!’ Shun thought, his chest tightening as though invisible knives were pressing against it, ready to strike.
But the moment passed, and the pressure lifted as the members of the Disciplinary Committee stepped past him and Riko without a second glance, treating them like insignificant pebbles in their path.
“As you command, Shiyon-nii,” Yuuno said firmly, his voice devoid of any frustration despite the lingering pain from Shiyon’s iron grip on his shoulder.
The teacher, still lingering by the door, nodded toward Shiyon. The faintest of nods was returned before the teacher stepped aside, clearing the way.
Shiyon stopped, now standing before the bathroom door. His body was taut with restrained energy, his excitement barely concealed.
‘Now…’ His thoughts crackled with anticipation, the edges of his lips twitching into a wild grin. ‘Do not disappoint me, SAKURAI-CHUN!!!!!’ The name screamed through his mind, his eyes glowing with a primal ferocity.
Yuuno, trailing just behind, observed Shiyon’s demeanor with a mix of awe and unease. ‘It’s been too long since I’ve seen Aniki look like this,’ he thought, his gaze narrowing as he stared at the ominous door.
‘Just… who the fuck is beyond this door…?’
The door itself seemed to exude malice, an almost imperceptible red hue seeping from its edges. The air around it was heavy, suffocating, as if bloodlust had taken physical form.
Something lay beyond that door—something feral, untamed, and primal. Yuuno could feel it deep in his bones, a predator he had never faced before. An unseen beast, waiting to be unleashed.
Sakura clutched her trembling hands together, uncertainty clouding her thoughts. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came. She wasn’t sure what to think, let alone what to expect.
And yet, the tension in the hallway continued to build, pressing against them all like a coiled spring ready to snap.
Sato could be seen sprinting down the hallway, his hurried footsteps echoing as he approached the scene just in time to witness Shiyon raising his leg high into the air, his muscles coiled for a powerful, devastating kick.
‘I feel it… Aniki…’ Yuuno thought, holding his breath, a mix of excitement and trepidation swirling in his chest. ‘Aniki’s going to fight whoever’s in that bathroom… with everything he’s got!’
His fists clenched tightly, resolve hardening. ‘If that bastard’s a threat… I’ll take him down myself.’
Meanwhile, Shun remained frozen, his eyes glued to Shiyon’s poised foot before squeezing them shut in resignation. ‘I’m sorry, Sakurai… I’m not strong enough to do anything…’
The tension in the hallway thickened as everyone held their breath.
‘I’M COMING IN, SAKURAI-CHUN!!!!’ Shiyon screamed internally, his feral grin widening as his leg came down with brutal force. The bathroom door splintered as the lock shattered, the impact echoing like a thunderclap.
The door slammed open with a thunderous thud, swinging wildly on its broken hinges. Shiyon stormed inside, his entire body tensed, every muscle coiled like a predator ready to strike. His wicked grin refused to leave his face.
And then… he stopped dead.
“…”
His expression froze as the scene before him unraveled.
“HARDER, YOU PILLOW FUCKER!!! WHO’S GONNA BELIEVE THE PLAY IF YOU HALF-ASS YOUR HITS LIKE THAT!?” Gon shouted, his face smeared with blood, fists clenched as he glared at Yuuto. His stance was solid, unyielding, as though every bruise and bead of sweat was fuel for his fire. “I BET THEY’RE ALL LAUGHING AT YOUR LOUSY ACTING!!!”
Shiyon’s grin faded. His muscles slackened as his foot fell back to the ground. His head tilted slightly, eyebrows furrowing in sheer disbelief.
“…What,” he muttered.
Outside, the hallway descended into a stunned silence.
“…The…” Shun whispered, narrowing his eyes from his spot on the ground, too confused to even stand.
“Fuck?” Miyuki gasped, her mouth falling slightly agape.
Inside the bathroom, Yuuto stood opposite Gon, his expression flat, a mask of absolute boredom. He sighed, looking away dismissively as Gon screamed in his face.
“Ah… Who cares anymore? This was all that manipulator’s idea…” Yuuto muttered, his voice as lifeless as his gaze. “I hate this club.”
Gon snarled, blood dripping from his nose. “THEN HIT ME PROPERLY, YOU ASSHOLE!!! YOU CAN’T PULL YOUR PUNCHES AND THEN BLAME ME FOR THIS SHIT!!! I ACTUALLY HAD TO BRUISE MYSELF SINCE YOUR WEAK ARM COULDN’T DO SHIT TO ME!!”
Yuuto, unfazed, didn’t even glance at him. “I said what I said,” he replied calmly, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeve.
Shiyon’s eye twitched as he tried to process what he was seeing. His dramatic entrance, his brimming excitement—it was all being unraveled by… this.
“Ah,” Yuuto said, finally acknowledging Shiyon, his tone utterly detached as if greeting a mild acquaintance. “We’re too late, Gorilla. He’s already here.”
“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING A GORILLA, DICKFACE!??”
Yuuto’s distant gaze settled on Shiyon, his face a portrait of utter disinterest.
“Sakurai-chun…” Shiyon began, his voice hollow, the feral intensity drained from his eyes. He blinked, his composure fraying at the edges. “…Just… what is the meaning of this?”
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Shiyon’s Committee Rules and Regulations:
1. You must always walk in pairs, or more.
2. You are not allowed to leave classroom, unless its a personal medical emergency.
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The next day, the sports festival was about to begin.
At the same time, the Disciplinary Committee began enforcing its new rules.
Student members of the committee, largely composed of Shiyon’s former followers, were now stationed outside classrooms, each wearing a red armband around their biceps. To the rest of the school, this band signified strength—a mark that these were students Shiyon himself had deemed valuable.
As students made their way to school, there was an air of unease. No one walked alone; everyone paired up, wary of the atmosphere surrounding the committee’s presence.
Rumor had it that some of the committee members were former students, graduates Shiyon had called back as a personal favor. The committee was strict, applying its rules equally to everyone. If a member believed you’d crossed a line, you’d be disciplined.
Still, there was something unsettling about some of these members. Some lingered a moment too long when a beautiful girl passed by, a sinister chuckle drifted through the air near the school gate. A few members had unfamiliar faces—no one knew them, but they all complied out of respect for Shiyon’s influence.
Even the school’s most influential students adhered to these new rules, despite not being part of the committee themselves.
… Well, all except one.
‘Stop it with the “except one” bullshit. I’m not planning on doing anything, contrary to popular belief. I’ve attracted enough attention as it is. Time to lay low for a while,’ Yuuto sighed internally as he made his way to school, dressed in his usual long-sleeved uniform, heading toward the gates.
He noticed two committee members watching him. He kept his back straight, his gaze casual.
‘… And as suspicious as it is to have guys over eighteen guarding the school, I’ll have to ignore it for now. I’ll dig into their backgrounds later,’ he thought, approaching them.
“Hey, you!” one of them called, stepping toward Yuuto.
‘Obviously, I came prepared to avoid attention,‘ he thought as he met their gaze.
… While his arm was held by the pink-haired Chiyoko, who clung to him.
‘Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? HUH!!!?’ Chiyoko thought as she looked down, her head raising steam as her face was red as a tomato, throughout the whole way.
‘T-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-this really happened..!?! H-he-hehehehhe- really… ah…’ She thought, her eyes turning into whirlpools as she recalled what ahppened yesterday, after they finished preparing the school for the sports festivals.
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“Runt-… Chiyoko,” Yuuto called as he walked up behind her on their way from school.
“A-ah…! Senpai..! W-what is it..?” she stammered, looking away nervously.
‘Jeez… We haven’t talked in a few days… I… I can’t act normally around him…!’ she thought in frustration, her gaze darting.
“Tomorrow. Walk with me to school. The regulations require us to go in pairs, and…” Yuuto began, his tone detached and mechanical.
Well, at least that’s how it felt to him.
——————CHIYOKO PRODUCTIONS PRESENTS——————
“Chiyoko…” Yuuto Sakurai hot guy moan
“S-… Senpai… Meeting me all alone like this… P-people might get… the wrong idea…!” she said, only for him to suddenly slam his palm against the wall behind her, her heart pounding.
“Even though you clung to me at the resort and at my own house… you never once worried about what anyone thought… I miss the you from then,” he whispered in a low voice, leaning in close, his breath brushing her ear. “She was much cuter…”
[I never said that.] 5th Dimension Yuuto interrupted.
“A-ah…” she stuttered, looking away as Yuuto’s breath warmed her cheek. “W-what is it… hurry up and…” She trailed off, her gaze guided back to him by a gentle finger under her chin.
“I’m scared, you know…” he murmured, his dreamy eyes filled with longing.
[Stop.] 5D Yuuto commanded, narrowing his dreamy eyes.
How about no?
“S-scared…?” she murmured, captivated by his soulful gaze.
“Yes… I need you… to walk with me tomorrow. These new regulations… I can only muster the strength to go on when you’re with me,” Yuuto purred, his eyes raw with quiet vulnerability, a somberness he’d never shown anyone before.
[Eat a dick.] 5D Yuuto erupted.
“A-alright… I’ll… give me your number… I’ll call you… and protect you,” she replied, her gaze steady with quiet resolve, leaving the vulnerable yet powerful man entranced by her strength.
[PUKES] the vulnerable 5D Yuuto gagged.
“Ah… I’m so happy… To have you, Chiyoko… I’m so happy… I’d be happy…”
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“Uh… Chiyoko?” Yuuto’s voice broke through as she froze, her phone in hand, entering his number as she murmured dreamily:
“I’d… be h-h-h-h-h-happy…”
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[I did not need to see that.] 5D Yuuto sighed as Yuuto and Chiyoko finally entered the school gates, the two committee members allowing them through as they adhered to the new rules, traveling in pairs as instructed.
Yuuto shot a glance back at the Disciplinary Committee members as Chiyoko drifted in her daze.
‘Some of them are leering at the girls, but they look like they’re seriously sizing us up… I don’t like it,’ he thought, feeling a slight bump on his shoulder as he made his way through the schoolyard.
“Ah…” Chiyoko murmured, snapped out of her trance as she felt Yuuto’s muscular arm brush against her.
Yuuto casually turned to see who had bumped into him. The person continued walking, offering a simple, “Sorry,” as he headed toward the gym.
“… Sendo?” Yuuto called, noticing the slight grimace on Sendo’s face, his head slumped.
Sendo didn’t stop.
“S-Sendo-kun…” Chiyoko whispered, concern softening her voice as she watched Sendo walk away.
‘Is he upset about these guys, maybe? When that manipulator told his story, it sounded like Sendo opposed the Harvester’s methods… I’ve never seen him like this. Even back at the hospital with Cuckooto,’ Yuuto mused, curiosity piqued.
‘Oh well. I’ll worry about Sendo later. Wonder how Haruto*ahem* cuckooto is doing,’ he thought as he turned back, continuing toward the school building, half-aware of the murmurs of students around them as they noticed Sendo’s demeanor.
Then something caught his attention.
“Hey… look,” someone muttered, “that girl’s clinging to Pillow…”
Yuuto stopped in his tracks.
“…Senpai?” Chiyoko called softly, looking up at Yuuto with an expression of quiet confusion as his face remained unreadable.
“What’s she doing with that nutjob? Does she just not know any better?” someone muttered nearby.
‘We’re already in the school, and no committee members are watching… Time to end this,’ Yuuto thought, abruptly pulling his arm out of her grasp.
“Thanks for the assist, runt,” he said, his tone detached.
“W-wha…” she whispered, stunned by the suddenness of it.
“Here. For your trouble.” He placed a 2,000 yen bill in her hand, deliberately letting the onlookers see.
“A…wha…?” Her voice trembled as she stared at the bill in disbelief, her gaze flicking from the money to Yuuto’s blank expression.
“S-senpai…?” she murmured, her voice tinged with confusion and hurt.
“You can leave now. Thanks.” He waved her off dismissively.
“A-ah…” A small, pained gasp escaped her.
“Oh, so he paid her to do that…?”
“I mean, it’s Pillow. How else would someone agree to be his pair?”
“Well, she made some easy money, at least.”
“Haha, I actually thought they were friends. This school doesn’t need any more weirdos,” the students snickered and whispered among themselves.
Inside the school, Miyuki leaned casually against her locker, watching the scene unfold from a distance with her group of friends, her eyes narrowing slightly as she observed.
“Woah, those first years are already hustling…”
“He probably begged her, and she only agreed to go with him for the money…”
“Good thing she didn’t do it for free. Might’ve thought something was wrong with her if she did,” Miyuki’s group snickered amongst themselves, while Miyuki’s gaze remained unwavering, sharp like a hawk, focused solely on Yuuto.
Chiyoko’s face darkened as she looked at the bill. Yuuto keeping his gaze at her.
“I said go. You served your purp—”
Slap.
Chiyoko slapped him, her hand landing with full force on his cheek. Her face was twisted in anger, her eyes blazing.
“I hate you,” she growled, her voice low and filled with hurt.
A silence fell over the crowd.
“Holy shit… Good for that girl,” someone whispered, and a few others snickered.
“…Luckily for you, there were no committee members here,” Yuuto said, his head still tilted from the slap. “Or I’d have reported you.” His voice was cold as he flicked his gaze back to her, unflinching.
Chiyoko clenched her teeth, swallowing her tears as she met his indifferent stare one last time before spinning around. She stormed into the school building, pushing past Miyuki and her friends without a second glance.
‘…Well, that’s that,’ Yuuto thought with a sigh…
…yet this time, Sakura’s words echoed louder than before, resonating within him, leaving a faint twinge in his chest.
For once, he had no remark prepared, no clever quip on his tongue as he made his way into the building, surrounded by the sneers and giggles of students.
He reached the stairway, which was now mostly empty, students having already headed to their classes. Suddenly, he was met by a girl with striking blonde hair edged with black. This time, she wore the school’s uniform, a far cry from the bold outfit she usually wore with a neck collar and short jeans.
“Hey,” she murmured, leaning casually against the wall, her gaze fixed on him.
“… Here to deliver some payback for the runt? Did she come crying to you?” Yuuto scoffed, chuckling as he met Miyuki in the stairwell.
Miyuki smirked. “Most people might fall for that third-rate act,” she replied coolly, “but I see right through it. That stunt with Chiyoko—it was for her, wasn’t it?”
Yuuto’s expression flickered, but he said nothing, so Miyuki continued.
“The moment those guys started talking trash about her, you pushed her away so they wouldn’t associate her with you,” she observed. She watched as he moved to walk past her, heading up the stairs.
“…I really am that interesting to look at, huh?” He shot her a sly smile, though it was weaker than usual.
“Yeah, a little,” she replied flatly, meeting his gaze squarely.
Yuuto paused, caught off guard by her straightforward answer. A silence hung between them on the stairwell.
“…Well, stop it. Just pretend this never happened. You don’t exactly like me yourself, right? So do me a favor and forget whatever ‘depth’ you think you see in me,” he said, a trace of bitterness in his voice.
Miyuki folded her arms, studying him. “You punishing yourself for something, Sakurai? Is that why you can’t have someone liking you?”
Yuuto froze, his gaze turning distant, a subtle twitch betraying his otherwise steady composure.
“Hah,” He forced out a scoff, “What makes you say that?” he asked.
“I know how it looks,” she answered simply, her tone calm. Another silence stretched between them as Yuuto searched for something to say.
Miyuki sighed, finally breaking the stillness. “So… if you ever want to talk about it… hit me up. Whether my friends are around or not.” She brushed past him, glancing over her shoulder as she added, “Because despite all the weird stuff you’ve done, what you did with that junior was kinda cool. Stupid, but cool. I think she’ll believe the same thing if she knew.”
She continued up the stairs, rounding the corner toward her classroom. On the way, she gently tapped Chiyoko’s shoulder who was there, listening to their conversation. Chiyoko was sitting against the wall, quietly sniffling, clutching the bill Yuuto had given her.
Meanwhile, Yuuto stood alone on the stairwell, the echo of their conversation lingering as he stared into the empty space ahead.
“Hmph,” Yuuto huffed as he climbed the stairs and entered his classroom, just a minute before the teacher arrived.
He settled into his seat, letting his mind wander. On the way here, he’d glanced toward Sakura’s classroom.
She wasn’t there again today.
“Hey, did you hear? That second-year girl still hasn’t come to school…” a student murmured nearby.
“Wasn’t it just a bar fight? Did something worse happen to her…?” another student whispered.
Yuuto’s restlessness grew, his fingers tapping on his desk as the teacher entered.
“Hello, class. I’m proud to announce the first day of the sports—”
Yuuto raised his hand abruptly, interrupting.
“…Sakurai,” the teacher acknowledged, frowning as he looked at him.
Shun turned to glance back at Yuuto, noticing the uncharacteristic tension in his usually composed expression.
“I have to use the bathroom, constipation. Medical emergency. I need to go now,” Yuuto said, standing up and heading straight for the door.
Inwardly, he’d made up his mind. ‘I’m going to her house. I need to find out what happened, whether she’s up for it or not.’
“Sakurai! I didn’t give you permission to leave—”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I have a medical emergency, so it’s fine.” Yuuto shot back dismissively, brushing past the teacher.
“What’s wrong with him…?” Riko whispered, watching him with surprise.
“I don’t know… he seems… different. Much more than usual…!” Shun replied, a hint of concern in his voice, while Miyuki observed intently.
The classroom fell silent, save for the echo of Yuuto’s footsteps as he made his way to the exit.
‘Hm. Thought they’d be a bit more proactive about this. Oh well,’ Yuuto mused as he opened the door.
Just then, a hand pressed firmly against his chest, shoving him back with a slight force. Yuuto looked up to see a student wearing the red armband—a member of the Disciplinary Committee.
It was Gon, standing tall; even in his short form, and imposing at the exit, his gaze fixed sternly on Yuuto.
“Sit down, Sakurai. No one leaves unless they have a medical emergency, as per the Disciplinary Committee’s rules,” Gon instructed firmly, blocking the door.
Yuuto clicked his tongue in irritation, brushing off his shirt as if dusting away the spot where Gon had touched him.
“Finally… someone’s putting that freak in his place,” a student muttered, nodding in agreement with a few classmates.
“It is a medical emergency,” Yuuto replied, stepping closer to Gon. “So let me through, Gorilla.” He stopped an inch from Gon, meeting his glare head-on.
“Holy shit… what’s he thinking? Is he ACTUALLY suicidal?” another student murmured, while even the teacher looked on in confusion.
“Forget going up against Gon-san… he’s in the Disciplinary Committee!” someone whispered, as a ripple of tension spread through the room.
“Pillow’s about to get wrecked… can’t wait,” a student snickered, though others glanced uneasily at the scene.
“Sit. DOWN. SAKURAI,” Gon growled, his eyes narrowing. “Shit from the window for all I care. But you’re not leaving this classroom.”
“I’m not in the mood, Gorilla,” Yuuto leaned in close, his voice low. “MOVE. Or I’ll make an example out of you like I did your aniki,” he whispered, his eyes flashing with sudden intensity.
“HOLY SHIT, JUST SIT THE HELL DOWN, PILLOW!” someone shouted from the back.
“YEAH, STOP MAKING IT HARD FOR THE REST OF US!” a few others yelled.
“Gon-san, just let him through! It’s not like he’s contributing anything anyway!” another student called out, his voice laced with unease as he watched Yuuto’s unflinching stare.
‘… He started acting this way the moment they mentioned Takagi from 2nd year…’ Miyuki observed, her gaze sharp.
‘Something’s seriously off with him today… I have to stop him!’ Shun thought, glancing up at Yuuto. But just as he gathered the will to stand, he hesitated, recalling Yuuto’s toned, imposing frame.
‘Can I… really do anything here?’ he wondered, frozen in place. Even the teacher could sense it—something was wrong. An instinctive warning held him back, as if stepping in would end badly.
‘What is this intensity I’m feeling from that ruffian…? It’s as if…’ he thought, looking at Yuuto’s broad back.
‘…There’s another Shiyon here!’
Gon’s gaze hardened, and he leaned in to growl, “That was a FLUKE, PILLOW. A FLUKE. Aniki would’ve left you in a pool of blood if it kept going.” His voice was a low, dangerous hiss.
“What are they talking about…?”
“If I didn’t know better… it’s like they’re standing on equal ground…!”
“Pillow doesn’t even look scared…!”
‘I still need to get answers from him… Sakura’s absence from school for three days… Tch… that wasn’t just some mixer scuffle…!’ Yuuto clicked his tongue in irritation, Sakura’s words echoing in his mind.
“Then, tell me what happened at the mixer.” Yuuto growled.
“Fuck you, that’s what. I ain’t telling you shit… Aniki’s orders.” Gon muttered as he looked up at him.
“Who are YOU to ask about that, pillow fucker?”
“Then you’re worthless to me, so let me—…” Yuuto paused mid-sentence, his attention suddenly shifting beyond Gon. Gon’s expression flickered with confusion as Yuuto’s gaze moved past him.
“Sakura!” a voice called from down the hall.
Gon, startled, turned to see who it was. Yahiko, Sakura’s ex-boyfriend, was approaching from the hallway, his eyes locked on Sakura as she appeared, walking slowly down the corridor. He hurried toward her, reaching out.
[BACKGROUND MUSIC: WYR GEMI – BLACK SAMURAI]
“Ah, never mind. It went away,” Yuuto muttered, his irritation dissipating as he watched Yahiko wrap his arms around Sakura and walk alongside her.
Without another word, Yuuto turned back into the classroom, his expression neutral. The entire room fell silent, glancing between him and the hallway, their attention drawn to Sakura’s unexpected presence at school; confused at Yuuto’s sudden calm.
‘… Well, at least nothing happened to her that—’
“Yahiko…” Sakura’s soft voice from outside the classroom pierced through Yuuto’s thoughts.
“Let go of me, please… It… feels weird when you… hug me like that…”Her voice quivered, carrying a hint of vulnerability. Gon gasped, recalling what had happened to her, and the details Seichiro had shared with him and Konro…
In a flash, Yuuto&(*%$@%(*#%^&(*&@!^(*%$@— I whipped around, my fake glasses clattering to the ground from the force of my movement. ‘That motherfucker is going to answer all of my questions,’ I resolved, my fist already swinging. My punch connected with his face, sending his body rocketing backward.
His skin compressed against my knuckles, yielding to my strength. The impact reverberated through his skull; bones and joints cracked, his face contorted in pain. Blood vessels burst in his nose, which immediately shattered, and several teeth flew from his mouth. The door’s hinges groaned, finally giving way, and the entire door collapsed as his body flew into the hallway, sprawling across the pristine floor.
People are noticing. They’re watching me, but their voices are faint, distant. All I see is him as I stomp out of the classroom. He’s the only thing in focus, everything else a blur. Within him, I can see the fighter; he scrambles to his feet, rattled but defiant, his one good eye wide and wary. His arms rise, braced to grapple, to fight back.
I don’t care$(*&@^(#*&@Be Kind..!&*^($(@*. He lunges, aiming to grab me, but I stop him easily.
I grabbed both of his arms and violently shoved them aside, teeth clenched, every muscle in my body tensed to the breaking point. Lifting my foot high, I drove a kick straight into his upper abdomen, sending his battered body flying once more. This time, he crashed through the partly open door of the bathroom, which slammed against the wall with a deafening bang as he landed inside.
I stomped in after him. He was trying to get up again, but now there was panic in his eyes. He was weaker, desperate.
He yelled something—a curse, probably—before throwing another wild punch in my direction. His face was a mix of determination and guilt. I could see it: he regretted something deeply, but he didn’t regret facing me.
His fist was halfway to my face when my own connected with his, halting his attack. I held back enough to keep him alive, not putting my full weight behind the hit.
He staggered, reeling from the blow, and I struck again. And again. Each punch drove the air from his lungs, leaving him gasping, wheezing, unable to catch his breath as I pummeled his diaphragm and ribs.
Now he was barely holding on, his strength spent. I grabbed him, one hand gripping his shirt collar, the other pressing against his groin, and lifted him into the air. With a brutal heave, I hurled him against a bathroom stall door. The door splintered off its hinges, collapsing under his weight as he sprawled across it, coughing up blood.
I picked him up again.
I screamed.
Howl%)#(*^&)(It was kinda cool&#@^%&)(#@^&)(&#ed.
Roared.
Nothing coherent. Just raw frustration… no, something deeper, something primal that I couldn’t name. It didn’t matter. I lifted him and dragged him to another stall. This time, I didn’t break the door. I stepped inside with him, pinning him down against the toilet, right at the edge of the water.
@&$#%^@($%WHAT HAPPENED TO SAKURA AT THE MIXER… TELL ME… OR YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD…!!@#$%@(&!@#
I whispered into his blood-soaked ear, holding him down effortlessly, his shoulder on the verge of snapping as I locked his arm in place.
‘aH… HA… Who… He.. I… I couldn’t do anything…’ Gon thought, his vision blurring, consciousness slipping.
“Ugh, he’s so creepy… Wait, wasn’t he with Shizume-kun at that resort?”
‘Motherfucker,’ Yuuto seethed internally. ‘I dare you. I double dare you. Reveal me, and those dead fish eyes of yours will finally have a reason to look dead, you organ-harvesting bastard.’
Yuuto shot him a glare—a silent warning.
Shiyon, catching the dangerous glint in Yuuto’s eyes, felt the tension shift. Then, unexpectedly, a playful chuckle escaped his lips, and his shoulders relaxed.
“Uhfu~…”
The change was subtle, but sharp enough to catch the teacher’s attention.
‘…Was that a chuckle?’ the teacher thought, his gaze flicking between Shiyon and Yuuto. ‘Why? That ruffian only glares at him…’
Then, realization hit. ‘Shiyon thrives when someone challenges him without fear—like Sendo, who changed him for the better.’
‘But…’ The teacher clicked his tongue in frustration. ‘He can’t possibly be a good influence…’ He thought, recalling the fanfiction Yuuto handed in instead of the test about a month ago.
‘NO, HE’S DEFINITELY NOT A GOOD INFLUENCE! NOT A GOOD INFLUENCE! I MUST GET HIM EXPELLED AT ALL COSTS!!! AT ALL COSTS!!! EVEN IF… EVEN IF IT COSTS ME MY LIFE!’
The teacher’s mind spiraled, internally hyperventilating as the memory resurfaced—Yuuto’s abhorrent NTR fanfiction. He shuddered.
‘How can a functioning member of society write something so vile…?!’ he thought, gripping his temple. ‘From that day forward, I prayed to the Dear Lord for just one slim chance to forget… To drown that cursed memory…’
His gaze fell on Shiyon.
‘Shiyon-kun… Don’t let him sway you! Please! You are a pure summer child compared to that LUNATIC!!’
The teacher grimaced as Shiyon met Yuuto’s eyes openly, seemingly undeterred.
“You think he wants to recruit him for the Disciplinary Committee?” another student murmured.
“Don’t be stupid! Why would he recruit Pillow, of all people?”
“Is he… actually strong?” someone else asked. Yuuto tightened his fists, irritation creeping through him as Riko and Shun exchanged glances—half worried, half curious.
Shun, in particular, couldn’t help but recall how Yuuto looked without glasses, how his build matched—maybe even exceeded—Shiyon’s.
‘Come to think of it,’ Shun mused, ‘He always wears long sleeves, even when it’s hot. Is he hiding how jacked he is? But why? Does he not want people to know he’s really strong, for some reason? Why…!? Isn’t that a good thing…? No one would wanna mess with you!’
Then, to everyone’s surprise, Shiyon stepped forward.
“Sakurai-chun,” Shiyon said calmly, “I believe you know what I’m going to ask.”
Yuuto’s jaw tightened as memories of Shiyon’s promise rushed back. He had sworn not to reveal anything about Yuuto’s abilities because Yuuto had beaten him in their first scuffle.
‘I knew you’d break your word,’ Yuuto thought bitterly, ‘So… Why am I so angry about it—…?’
Shiyon’s voice cut through his thoughts.
“A Blue Envelope drop-out could be useful to our Committee.”
“…?” Yuuto blinked, clearing his mind.
“Did he say Blue Envelope?” someone whispered.
“Isn’t that the school full of elitist nerds—top of the top in academics?”
The murmurs spread through the classroom, but Yuuto stayed silent, his fist still clenched.
Shiyon then smiled knowingly, “Back in the resort,” He looked up, a casual smile returning to him as he noticed he provoked a response from Yuuto, “Sakurai-chun actually deduced where they took the girls, and pointed me in the right direction to save them in time… Hah, I’d hate to think what would happen if you weren’t there~”
Yuuto’s shoulders loosened as he looked up at Shiyon.
“Wait, Pillow led him to the girls’ area…?”
“I mean… He’s always the top scorer in tests, except that one time he got failed for giving the teacher a fanfiction… But he scored A+ again on the next exam,” a student pointed out.
‘…This is still bad,’ Yuuto’s thoughts rambled. ‘Their image of me is starting to change. Bad. VERY BAD…’
Time slowed as Yuuto locked eyes with Shiyon, realizing how subtly he was altering his image.
‘We’re lying now, huh? Fine by me.’
“You still owe me 20,000 yen for my deductions. 10,000 yen per girl saved,” Yuuto said confidently. “And an extra 10,000 yen as compensation for delayed payment,” he added flatly.
“W-what…?” Shiyon shook his head, confused. “What was that, Sakurai-kun…?”
‘This guy… He can’t seriously be trying to extort Shiyon-san, right?’ Shun thought, watching in disbelief. ‘COME ON… PEOPLE WERE THIS CLOSE TO ACCEPTING YOU! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS PURPOSELY RUNING YOUR IMAGE!!? Aren’t you… Tired of it!? Of being an outcast all the time!?’
“You heard me, dine-and-dasher. Pay up. You promised,” Yuuto said, a sly smirk spreading across his face as he stood, facing Shiyon directly.
“What is that FUCKER saying!?”
“He’s demanding payment… for saving the girls!?” “Was it all about MONEY for him!?” Students murmured around them, their wrath rather quickly returning.
Yuuto held Shiyon’s gaze, his thoughts spiraling in annoyance.
‘You think I didn’t notice what you tried to do just now, Harvester?’ Yuuto thought, meeting Shiyon’s confused gaze, “Purposely Rile You Up To Cushion My Actual Request So You’re More Likely To Agree, But Still Think About What Annoyed You” Technique. B Grade. It’s like when a dude hits on someone’s wife, asking her to fuck him, which gets her mad. And then tells her “NOOOooOOoO, that’s not what I meant! FUCKING in my country means shakings Hands over CoffeEeEeeEeEE“ And the wife lowers her guard, but the idea is subtly planted in her mind so she CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT all of a sudden “Kyaaa, why am I thinking about him like this…!!? He just want a HaNdShAkE, it is Me WhO’S iNdEcEnT and thinks about SEX. Sorry, DEAR HuSbAnD. yOur WifE iS IndEcEnt ForgiVE mE.“ And then she fucks him. Like, you actually tried it on ME of all people, imagine the sheer stupidity; I should charge you extra just for trying to pull that shit.’
“Y-you want… money?” Shiyon stammered.
“What, you gonna say you forgot?” Yuuto leaned in, eyes narrowing. “You promised. You stood there, smiling, tapping my flimsyshoulder, and said you’d pay. You begged me to help save those girls.” Yuuto’s voice sharpened. “Noble effort. Now pay what you promised.”
“He made… Shiyon-san beg…!?” The students all clenched their teeth in unison at the thought of Shiyon lowering himself to Yuuto.
“I bet he even plannedthe whole thing just to squeeze money out of this!”
The students exchanged knowing glances, their shared thoughts brimming with resentment.
‘AS I THOUGHT, HE’S NOTHING BUT A SCUMBAG!’
“A-ah…” Shiyon chuckled nervously. “R-right… I did promise… Haha… I only have…” He trailed off, pulling out his wallet reluctantly.
“NO WAY! SHIYON-SAN’S REALLY PAYING!?” “Shiyon-san… A man of his word. Even if it’s to that scumbag…”
“So admirable!”
“But I never thought I’d see Shiyon-san like this…”
Shiyon’s hands trembled as he offered the bills. “I only have 15,000 yen… I was actually hoping to save some for the chalkboar—”
“Not my problem,” Yuuto snapped, snatching the bills from Shiyon’s hand.
“You broke it for shock value, that’s on you,” Yuuto spat, casually counting the money in his hands.
“THAT FUCKER REALLY HAS NO SHAME!” the students fumed silently, gritting their teeth.
“ANIKI ONLY DID THAT BECAUSE IT’S THAT SERIOUS!!!” Gon erupted, slamming his desk as he whipped toward Yuuto; voicing all of the classroom’s rage aloud.
“FUCKING PILLOW! I’VE HAD A-FUCKING-NOUGH OF YOUR BITCH DICK MOUTH—SHUT THE FUCK UP!” he roared.
‘Ah,’ Shun thought, glancing at Gon’s frantic expression, ‘He seems to be back to his old self…’ Somewhat relieved, he relaxed in his seat.
“What? Talking about my genitals again?” Yuuto replied with a sly smirk, his eyebrow shooting up as he locked eyes with the enraged Gon. “You know, there are subtler ways to ask me out.”
“THE FUCK WAS THAT—!”
“Gon-chan,” Shiyon’s calm voice cut through the tension.
The classroom fell silent as Shiyon’s gaze settled on Gon, his tone quiet but dangerous. “Since you swore in front of the classroom…”
Gon stiffened, a chill running down his spine.
“And with the teacher still here…” Shiyon’s eyes sharpened, though his expression remained pleasant. “Why don’t you leave the classroom for this lesson, and think about what you’ve done, okay?”
Gon’s face turned pale. “S-sorry… Yes…” he stammered, bowing awkwardly to both the teacher and Shiyon before shuffling out of the room.
The teacher sighed. ‘If Tsubasa-kun hadn’t done that, I don’t know if I would’ve stopped myself from cussing at that ruffian.. I understand your frustration, Tsubasa-kun.’ He thought as he looked at Gon.
“H-holy shit…” students whispered, glancing nervously between Yuuto and the door Gon had just exited through.
“Is that guy suicidal or something…?” they muttered quietly among themselves. Yuuto caught their whispers with a flick of his ear.
‘Ah, they’ve got a point,’ Yuuto thought. ‘I need to keep my image hovering between scumbag and abomination. If I keep taunting the school’s so-called strongest people, they’ll just chalk it up to me being suicidal.’
He let out a small breath, glancing at his seat before settling back into it.
“Thanks for the cash,” Yuuto said casually, slipping the bills into his wallet.
“Miyu-Miyu, that pillow’s the worst, isn’t he?” One of Miyuki’s friends whispered to her.
“Hmm?” Miyuki glanced at her briefly, her expression unreadable. “Ah, yeah, sure,” she muttered dismissively, her eyes drifting back to Yuuto with a strange curiosity.
“Miyu-Miyu…?” Her friend blinked, puzzled by the detached response.
“…He’s really good at turning everyone against him, huh…?” Miyuki murmured, almost to herself.
“What?” Her friend squinted, not sure if she heard it right.
“… nothing,” Miyuki waved it off casually. “Just talking to myself.” Her friend frowned slightly, concern flickering across her face, but before she could say more, Shiyon’s voice interrupted.
“Anyway, Sakurai-chun,” Shiyon’s voice cut in after clearing his throat. “I’d like you to join the Disciplinary Committee.”
Yuuto said nothing, leaning comfortably into his chair. He picked up his pencil and began to write on the blank fanfiction page, the words flowing as if by instinct.
‘My writer’s block is gone… Nice.’
“Sakurai-chun,” Shiyon pressed, his tone more insistent. “You may be eccentric, but I need capable people by my side.” He knelt beside Yuuto’s chair, his eyes earnest.
“Please.” He said.
“I want to protect this school and the students, but I can’t do it alone. I need your help.”
Yuuto paused, his pencil hovering above the page. Slowly, he looked up and met Shiyon’s gaze.
There it was—the honesty, the softness, the seriousness.
‘…Woah… To be invited into the Disciplinary Committee…’ Shun thought, his legs bouncing anxiously as he observed the exchange.
‘I’m… Jealous.’ The thought weighed on him. ‘I’ll probably never get a chance like that… If I did, I could change everything. I could finally become someone worthy of her…’ His gaze flickered toward Riko, and his heart sank.
‘Someone who could protect her… A trustworthy boyfriend. Is it… Just a matter of time before I fail to be what she needs…?’
Bitterness curled in his chest as a haunting image of Male1 and Male2 flickered through his mind. ‘Maybe it’s only a matter of time before someone like them shows up again… and this time, takes her from me for good.’
His fists clenched as the envy burned hotter. ‘If he asked me to join, I’d do it in a heartbeat. Who wouldn’t? No one would mess with you under Shiyon’s protection…’
Then, unbidden, a memory surfaced—Shiyon’s words from the resort, sharp and mocking; after he asked him to train him.
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“Thank you for showing me just how weak your resolve really is~…”
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Shiyon’s voice echoed through his mind, making his lips press into a hard line. His hands curled into fists, trembling slightly at the edges.
And then, Yuuto’s voice cut through the fog in his mind.
“Of course not, Harvester,” Yuuto replied calmly, as if nothing could disturb his rhythm.
“W-what…?” Shiyon blinked, tilting his head in surprise.
‘Huh…?’ Shun’s eyes snapped toward Yuuto, wide with disbelief.
“I don’t deny what you’re trying to do,” Yuuto said, his gaze steady. “Though I question you and your motives… But that aside—” he let out a deep sigh, still facing Shiyon without faltering.
“I’m already in the Culture Club,” he declared boldly. “I’m not about to switch just because the school’s hottie asked me. That manipulator—, I mean, Sato would cry himself to sleep without me.” His words were loud and unapologetic, earning a sharp gasp from Shun.
‘And no way I’m joining a place with you in charge.’ Yuuto’s thoughts simmered.
‘Resolve… Huh?’ Shun thought, Yuuto’s words settling in his mind. His shoulders eased, and his legs finally stilled, no longer bouncing with anxious energy. ‘Resolve to stick to your decisions… To stay true to who you are and who you want to be… And where you’re going,’ His gaze sharpened, locking onto Yuuto.
‘Now that I think about it… No matter how much people shunned you, threatened you… or even beat you that one time… You never strayed from who you are, did you? Is that why… Shiyon-san accepts you?’
The thought hit deeper than he expected, unsettling something within him.
Shun sank deeper into his thoughts just as the classroom erupted with chaotic chatter around him.
“This bastard… Taking money from Shiyon-san, and refusing him outright…” someone muttered in disbelief.
“Scumbag… He’s always spitting on Shiyon’s goodwill!” another whispered, venom lacing their words.
Shiyon sighed heavily as he rose to his feet. “I see. That’s… a shame. A real shame.” His voice was calm, but for a fleeting moment, his eyes lost their spark, returning to that familiar, empty stare.
Yuuto noticed the subtle shift. ‘…?’
But just as quickly, Shiyon’s expression softened into a weak smile. “At the very least, I hope I can rely on you again sometime,” he said gently before turning away and making his way to the front of the room.
‘…It really is a shame,’ Shiyon mused as he walked, though the faintest smirk tugged at his lips.
‘But… I don’t hate that about you, either.‘
‘… That aside, eventually…’
He reached the front of the classroom, turning to face the students once more with his head held high.
‘… You will tell me how you’re connected to Black Letter, Sakurai.’
And then, without missing a beat, he spoke aloud, his voice light and mocking. “Everyone~ School Hottie here,” he echoed, mimicking Yuuto’s words with an exaggerated tone.
Yuuto flinched as a ripple of giggles spread through the classroom.
“Given our recent difficulties, I figured an arm wrestle isn’t enough to gauge all of your physical conditions,” Shiyon announced with a grin, prompting the students to exchange glances.
“So, I spoke with the teachers… and they graciously approved—an early INK Public School Sports Festival!” He declared with enthusiasm.
“Holy shit…”
“The sports festival…? That’s where all the craziest stuff happens… It’s supposed to be at the end of the year!”
Unfazed by the murmurs, Shiyon pressed on. “Actually, thanks to the Culture Club president’s diligence, everything will be ready by tomorrow!” He announced, “All thanks to our very own Shizume-kun!”
He threw a smug smirk in Yuuto’s direction, clearly reveling in the moment.
Yuuto exhaled quietly, his eyes narrowing as he thought about how late he’d have to stay in the school today for the festival.
Yuuto sat in his usual spot, tapping his pen rhythmically against the desk. Before him lay a blank sheet of paper, where words should have been—lines meant to build an Anti-NTR fiction. But instead of the story flowing, the page remained stubbornly empty, staring back at him in defiance.
‘Today, I’ll go to Sakura’s house. I’ll get the details about that mixer—whether she’s up for it or not. If I’ll have to fight her family for that information, so be it.’ His eyes flicked toward Shun, who was absorbed in conversation with Riko, his girlfriend. ‘What that gorilla said to cuck yesterday… it felt too sudden. Something serious went down.’ His brow furrowed. ‘And today too, Sakura’s not at school, and that groupie of his, Konro… Maybe I’ll interrogate him, instead? Since there’s no way Sendo will spill anything considering he’s blindly loyal to his Aniki.’
He shifted in his seat, irritated, recalling Sakura’s words and the promise he’d made. To be nicer. ‘…I really haven’t followed up on that promise from yesterday.’ His eyes returned to the blank page of his fanfiction.
‘…Pfft, well, it doesn’t matter now. She doesn’t know my secret after all. I thought she did, but it was just a misunderstanding. I can go back to being myself.’ He expected to feel relieved, but instead, a knot of irritation twisted in his gut. He clicked his tongue quietly, annoyed at the feeling.
Across from him, Riko and Shun kept chatting, but every so often, Riko’s gaze drifted toward Yuuto, her brow arching with curiosity.
“Hey, Sakurai,” Riko called out, pulling both Yuuto’s and Shun’s attention.
“…What do you want, cuckold-maker?” Yuuto sighed, peeking over his glasses with a deadpan stare.
“I’m thinking about getting glasses. What’s your number (glasses prescription number)?” she asked bluntly, her gaze locked onto his.
Yuuto froze, a jolt of panic shooting through him.
His glasses were fake. There was no prescription. No number.
‘DAMN IT!’ he thought, his mind racing. ‘I NEVER THOUGHT ANYONE WOULD ACTUALLY ASK ME THAT!!’
“It’s something really low, right?” Riko murmured, leaning closer, her eyes narrowing. “Considering there’s not even a slight distortion in your lenses…”
Shun tilted his head in curiosity, following her lead. “Oh yeah, even low prescriptions have that slight distortion when you look through them from the other side.” He tapped his chin thoughtfully.
“Exactly, Shun… and Sakurai’s don’t.” Riko rested her elbow on Shun’s desk, her half-lidded eyes locking onto Yuuto’s. “It’s almost as if…”
‘…!!!’
“…Your glasses are fake or something,” she whispered, her voice laced with subtle accusation.
“But, it’s not like you would wear FAKE GLASSES or anything, right? That’d be weird, even for you… You wouldn’t be hiding something, right? Ha… Ha.” Riko gave a slow, deliberate laugh, but her expression stayed sharp. She meant business.
And that man knew.
He knew that if he were caught wearing fake glasses, he would be branded a weirdo forever. And for someone who didn’t want to be noticed, who wanted to stay hidden, to keep anyone from connecting the dots about his alleged second identity… this was nothing short of a crisis. An elaborate excuse would be needed to escape unscathed.
BUT YUUTO SAKURAI IS NOT THAT MAN!!!
Being labeled a weirdo? Being shunned further? That was exactly what he aimed for. THE FREAK.
“Yeah, they’re fake,” Yuuto said with a nonchalant shrug, slipping his glasses off and handing them to Shun and Riko. “I like pretending I’m Cark Klent from Supremehuman-Hero Man.” He dropped the glasses into Shun’s hands, meeting Riko’s sharp gaze with a smirk. Her subtle grin vanished instantly, replaced by a raised brow.
“Great observational skills, Cuckold-maker. I must be a real treat to look at if you noticed something that subtle, huh?” Yuuto added, his grin deepening as he watched a vein pop on Riko’s forehead, her expression twisting into a silent snarl.
“What’s the matter?” he teased, tilting his head smugly. “Thinking about cucking your boyfriend with me this time?”
Riko’s eyes narrowed into slits, venom lacing her voice as she grabbed Shun’s arm. “Shun, let’s eat lunch outside. I want to barf.”
Shun scrambled to put Yuuto’s glasses back on the table before following Riko out of the classroom, her grip tight around his arm.
Yuuto leaned back in his chair, draping his arms over the sides as if he were a king on a throne. ‘I mean, I removed my photo from my website. When I met cuck the first time as the African mixer attendant, I wore a muscle suit and sunglasses. I’ve lost absolutely nothing from this reveal.’
His smirk widened in triumph as he placed the fake glasses back on, savoring the narrowed stares from the other students. With a content sigh, he sprawled out lazily in his seat, limbs relaxed and mind at ease.
‘But the fact she asked about it and acted as if she knew I was hiding something… That cuck… He must’ve told her something, huh?’ He thought, his eyes narrowing momentarily. ‘I’ll need to look into that, too.’
“Another one of your fetishes, huh, pillow?” Miyuki spat, lounging back in her seat, arms crossed, her smug voice amplified by the giggles of her friends gathered around her table.
“Yeah,” Yuuto answered without missing a beat, tilting his head as he adjusted his glasses with a casual flick of his fingers. He met her gaze head-on, unfazed.
“I like to pretend I’m someone else all the time, blowjob queen,” he added slyly as he glanced at her choker, his lips curling slightly.
Miyuki’s creeping smirk faltered, giving way to a pensive expression as her eyes locked with his through the lenses.
“Oh shit… He actually insulted her this time…”
“He’s done for!” Her friends murmured.
Memories flashed in her mind—how he’d pushed her buttons until she spat at him in rage. How, when no one else was looking, he tossed the napkin he used to collect her spit she thought he’d kept into the trash. Later, having falsely claimed to have sold it to the highest bidder.
Her friends continued giggling, eager for the inevitable verbal and most definitely physical brutalization Miyuki would lay upon that weirdo’s head.
“Man, that pillow always finds a way to be weird…” one of them whispered, biting back a laugh.
“Fake glasses? Seriously…? At this point, he’s gone beyond weird. Maybe we should report him to the asylum services,” another sneered.
Yet Miyuki remained silent, her gaze steady, lost in thought as she looked into his eyes.
Yuuto leaned back slightly, still holding her gaze, interpreting her quiet as a challenge.
Yuuto held her gaze, waiting, anticipating the usual sneer or taunt.. Or even expecting it to escalate to a scuffle. But Miyuki did nothing. Her calm stare carried a strange intensity that unsettled him, creeping into the edges of his thoughts. The silence stretched, coiling tighter around him.
With a sharp click of his tongue, Yuuto snapped his head forward, breaking eye contact.
‘Hmph,’ he grunted internally, irritation gnawing at him as he clenched his fist under the desk; recalling that hint of softness in her gaze. ‘Whatever.’
Miyuki let out a brief sigh. “Ah, I see,” she murmured at Yuuto’s statement. Then, with a lazy turn of her head, she leaned back against her chair, seeming completely unbothered.
“Miyu-miyu, you good?” one of her friends asked, eyeing her in disbelief. No one expected Miyuki to let the school’s infamous weirdo off without a word.
“H-he just swore at you… called you that—”
“Ahh, ahh! Shut it, you lot,” Miyuki groaned, cutting them off. “If I lashed out at everyone who called me that…”
The group fell silent.
Because they knew—no one, not a single person, had ever dared say anything like that to her face. Miyuki knew that too, as she stared blankly at the room, a loss for words.
After a moment, Miyuki stretched her legs out, lazily kicking her feet onto the desk. “Either way, I’m super tired. Wake me when the teacher shows up.”
Yuuto grunted to himself, glancing her way again, puzzled by her unexpected calm.
“What are you looking at, PILLOW!?” one of the girls snapped, glaring at Yuuto.
Miyuki remained unfazed, teetering on the edge of sleep; her blonde-dyed hair with black edges cascading behind her seat’s backrest.
Yuuto, expression deadpan, replied, “I was just wondering how a human eggplant could exist. And then I saw your face.”
“You son of a bitch!” the girl yelled, hurling a pencil case at him. Yuuto blocked it effortlessly with his palm.
“That could’ve seriously hurt someone, Eggplant. Tsk, tsk,” he said, shaking his head mockingly.
“You fucker! Too bad it didn’t hit you harder!” she growled, fists clenched.
“Face of an idol, personality of a trash can,” another girl muttered, rolling her eyes. “Where’s that asylum again?”
“Face of an idol,” Another one scoffed, “He probably uses a fake face too or a shitload of makeup,” They began dissing him.
“Man… you’d think they’d be used to him by now,” one student sighed as he glanced from the other side of the classroom.
“Yeah. He pissed me off at first, but isn’t that just how he is? A scumbag? Just ignore him.” Another student let out an even deeper sigh, resigned.
Yuuto smirked knowingly at himself. That despised image of him—the scumbag, the weirdo—was now etched in everyone’s minds. From now on, every time those words came up, they’d think of him. Exactly as intended.
Minutes later, the class settled down as the teacher strode in, his expression stern and unyielding. But what truly stole everyone’s breath was the figure that followed him.
Shiyon.
He stood at the front of the class, gaze sharp and unwavering, the same serious look that hadn’t been seen in over two years.
“H-Holy shit…” murmured one student.
“Look at him… He hasn’t looked like this since the turf wars.”
“It’s like those days are back,” another whispered, voices buzzing with disbelief.
Yuuto’s eyes narrowed, locking onto Shiyon. ‘That organ harvester…’ he thought, suspicion flaring. ‘Something’s off.’
Shiyon’s face was void of emotion—eyes vacant, dull like a lifeless fish, with most of his gaze concealed beneath his brow.
“Silence,” Shiyon commanded. The authority in his voice brought every student to heel without question. Even Gon lowered his head, subdued and silent in their seats.
“As you’re likely aware, an incident occurred over the weekend,” Shiyon began, his tone cold and precise, every word deliberate. “Two parties from INK’s student groups were involved. One incident with Sato-chun’s group and the Culture Club, and another downtown—Gon-chun, Kon-chun, and Sen-chun, along with three girls. Two of those girls, first-years, have gone missing.”
The teacher cast a quiet glance at Yuuto, the delinquent he despised most. His gaze lingered, mind turning. ‘That ruffian… He was with Sato-kun’s group, wasn’t he? Yet he seems oddly composed,’ he mused, comparing Yuuto’s calm demeanor with Gon’s defeated posture and Shun’s anxious fidgeting, comforted only by his girlfriend’s presence.
But Yuuto remained unaffected, as if the events were just another part of his day.
‘Blue Envelope,’ the teacher thought, recalling the details from Yuuto’s file. ‘The elite school he once attended… an elite dropout.’ He hummed thoughtfully, filing the information away.
The room buzzed with hushed conversations.
A student whispered. “It can’t be connected, right? Those two were so far away from each other…”
“Who the hell would dare FUCK with us? Hurt our students?” another student hissed, voice heated with anger.
Miyuki, Riko, and Shun exchanged brief glances at Yuuto.
‘Now that I think about it… That guy… He was with Shun and the others in the Culture Club, right? He’s so calm…’ Miyuki leaned back in her seat, her thoughts swirling with unease.
“Enough. Everyone…” Shiyon’s voice cut through the hum of the room, but the whispers continued.
“Someone fucking targeted us. It has to be that!” a student hissed.
“Those bastards have no idea who they messed wi—”
BOOM.
The deafening impact of Shiyon’s fist against the chalkboard cracked it down the middle, silencing the class instantly. Everyone jumped, startled by the sudden sound.
“I told you to be silent, didn’t I?” Shiyon’s voice was low, almost a whisper, yet it carried the weight of resignation and authority. His face remained blank, devoid of emotion, as though his anger had burned out long ago, leaving only cold embers.
The silence was absolute—no student dared breathe too loudly, and even the teacher hesitated to intervene.
‘It might seem like he’s reverted to those days,’ the teacher mused, reading the silent fear and reluctant respect in the students’ eyes as they watched Shiyon. ‘But if that were really the case…’ He swallowed hard, the thought knotting in his throat. ‘He wouldn’t have stopped at the chalkboard. He’s holding himself back.’
A flicker of sympathy crossed his mind. ‘The poor kid… He’s carrying immense pressure on his shoulders, trying to keep it all bottled up. I shall talk to him afterward,’ The teacher resolved.
“Coincidences happen,” Shiyon said, withdrawing his fist from the broken board. Not even a bruise marked his knuckles. “But this isn’t a coincidence. We’re being targeted. And unless we act… we won’t be safe.”
‘That bastard must have known everything down to the wire days ago. Considering that Gorrila is his groupie and has Sendo’s loyalty, he probably knows everything that happened.’ Yuuto thought, his gaze locked onto Shiyon.
He replayed the memory of Shiyon’s aloof demeanor from the previous day, back when Gon had spoken with Shun. ‘So, this must be a calculated act to get everyone in line. But on the off chance he really does have emotions, he must’ve kept his frustration bottled up… Letting himself act cheerful until it was time to make the call.’
A vivid flash of memory hit Yuuto—Shiyon’s bloodied form at the resort.
‘What’s certain is that something happened behind the scenes before this announcement.’
‘Damn it. I need to find out what happened to that gorilla and Sakura—faster than I thought.’ Yuuto’s fist twitched involuntarily, a brief betrayal of the tension simmering beneath his calm exterior.
His mind flashed back to the conversation with the police officer after returning from the resort, the officer assuring him it was nothing more than a simple brawl. ‘That bastard didn’t even mention two girls were missing…!’
Shiyon then stepped forward, commanding the front of the room.
“That’s why I’m making this declaration.” His voice grew louder, though his eyes didn’t meet those of the students. He seemed to be staring past them, at something only he could see.
“I hereby reinstate the Disciplinary Committee.”
“And the terms are effective immediately.” Shiyon’s gaze swept across the room. The classroom fell into stunned silence, as though a spell had been cast over them.
‘The terms…?’ Yuuto mused, his brow slightly furrowing. ‘This feels less like a club reinstatement and more like a foreign occupation. We in Nazi Germany, or something?’
“The Disciplinary Committee…? Fuck me…” Miyuki murmured under her breath, narrowing her eyes as she processed the weight of the announcement. From the adjacent seat, a close friend reached out, gripping her palm tightly.
“Miyu-miyu…” her friend whispered, her voice wavering, nearly cracking under the tension.
“Don’t worry.” Miyuki’s gaze stayed locked on Shiyon, her voice steady as she squeezed her friend’s hand in reassurance. “I’ll protect you.”
Nearby, Riko murmured, “Shun…” as she clasped Shun’s hand tightly. He responded in kind, his grip firm, gathering himself.
Gon sat motionless, head bowed, his fingers entwined as if trying to hold himself together. His brow furrowed deeply in silence.
Shiyon’s eyes finally landed on Yuuto, cold and unwavering; devoid of the playfulness he always had whenever he looked his way.
“And… we’ll need members,” Shiyon concluded, his gaze lingering on Yuuto.
‘Do whatever you want, Harvester,’ Yuuto thought, locking eyes with him, his gaze sharp and unfazed. ‘Just stay out of my way…’
‘… And I won’t remind you how that last beatdown felt.’ His lips twitched slightly. Yet this time, there was no smirk.
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“Another one? In this economy?”
Yuuto mumbled senselessly as he walked into the school, greeted by the familiar disgusted looks and venomous stares. Whispers of disdain trailed behind him. His words about Shiyon had spread like wildfire.
But what spread even faster were the rumors surrounding the mixer and onsen incidents that happened at the same time. The two missing girls who had gone with Gon and Konro to the mixer, as well as Sakura’s condition—though people were told she was fine, she chose to stay home.
Gon and Konro had both given the same testimony: the girls were snatched away without their knowledge. Oddly enough, the police hadn’t pressed further, raising more than a few eyebrows around the school and city. It had become a major incident.
Speculation ran wild…
…some believed the incidents were attacks aimed directly at INK Public School. Many of the students certainly felt that way, and they began coming to school armed with concealed knives and other weapons—something Shiyon understood, though he frowned upon it.
Even on the first day of the week, the students longed for the old INK. More importantly, they yearned for the old-fashioned way Shiyon used to run things—with an iron fist. At least back then, they felt safer, certain that his strict control would protect them from these kinds of attacks.
Another thing Shiyon frowned upon.
The looming anxiety of potential danger remained, but no further incidents occurred—at least, not yet. Indeed, despite the growing tension and unease, the next few days passed relatively peacefully.
Well, except when he was around.
Yuuto took a deep breath. ‘Mmmm, smell that?’ he thought to himself as the looks of disgust from the other students washed over him. ‘The fruits of my labor. No, my GENIUS labor. This is exactly how people should look at me.’
Adjusting his glasses, a smirk curled on his lips as he deftly dodged a wad of spit from a passing girl. Those who noticed her boldness snickered.
“Haha, savage,” one of her friends praised her.
“Just wait till one of the boys drops you dead, and we’ll mess your corpse up even after you’re dead,” the girl sneered at Yuuto.
Yuuto met her gaze and grinned with satisfaction. “Didn’t realize necrophilia was so popular these days. Sadly for you, I’m not going down that easy,” he shot back, flipping her off as he walked away.
“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” she screamed, lunging toward him, but her friends quickly held her back. They glared, teeth clenched, as Yuuto strolled away, his smile even wider. The spitting girl’s popularity skyrocketed with her display of boldness and righteousness.
‘Careful, at this rate she’ll replace you,’ Yuuto thought with a roll of his eyes, making his way to his classroom.
‘Should I grab a fire hose? My seat’s probably going to look like a third-world country… all because I disrespected the school’s little darlings,’ he thought with a sigh, his eyes landing on his desk behind Shun and Riko.
To his surprise, it was spotless.
‘Oh? Maybe there’s a bomb under it,’ he mused as he approached. ‘Guess I’ll find out soon enough.’ Yuuto scanned the classroom, searching for a certain someone among the crowd.
‘Found you, Gorilla,’ Yuuto thought, narrowing his eyes at Gon, whose head was slumped, hands clasped together, seemingly deep in thought. His ever-present sidekick, Konro, was notably absent.
Gon’s eyes eventually lifted, meeting Yuuto’s lingering stare. “What do you want, Sakurai?” he muttered quietly.
‘I was expecting a “WHAT IN YOUR DICK do you want, bitch!?” along with a clenched fist or something. Is he having a retrospective moment…?’ Yuuto wondered as his gaze sharpened. ‘Or… is it a guilty conscience…?’ A coldness flickered briefly in his eyes.
‘I suppose I’ll find out after class. He might know my secret strength, but the other sheep don’t. Best if it stays that way,’ Yuuto mused with a sigh, looking away.
“Nothing. I’m just heartbroken that you left me waiting all this time after asking me out,” he replied softly, turning back to his seat.
“This guy is just asking for trouble…” Riko sighed, as other students began whispering around her.
“He really does wanna get beat up!” one student said. “Hell yeah! Gon’s gonna mess him up right in front of us!” another whispered, excitement brewing in the room.
“Ah… sorry about that,” Gon murmured, lowering his gaze, seemingly lost in thought again.
‘Wait, what the hell?’ Yuuto’s eyes narrowed as a bubble of disbelief popped in his head. ‘Did I really hear what I just heard?’
For the first time, Yuuto and the rest of the class shared a unified thought, all staring at Gon in shock.
“What the fuck!!? Why isn’t he beating him up…!? Or at least throwing a chair at him, or screaming?!” a student exclaimed, while Riko narrowed her eyes in confusion.
“Maybe he’s not feeling well…” someone suggested.
“Wait, did you forget? He probably feels guilty about not being able to protect—” another student began, but cut off when Gon let out an audible growl, his body twitching noticeably. The words died in the student’s throat as a tense silence fell over the classroom.
“O-Or he’s just that loyal to Shiyon-san! Shiyon-san must’ve told him not to cause trouble, even for a shithead like Pillow who trashed him!” another student quickly chimed in, trying to ease the tension.
“Oh, that makes sense! Shiyon-san’s such an angel!” they all agreed in unison as Yuuto settled into his seat.
‘…You too?’ Yuuto thought, casting a glance at Shun, who was slumped even more than Gon.
“Sakurai,” Riko called out as she turned around, “You good? I heard what happened from Shun…” Her eyes were serious, locking onto him.
‘DID SHE NOW…?’ Yuuto glared sharply at Shun’s back.
“Might want to be more specific, cuck-ween,” he retorted, adjusting his glasses.
“Ugh, forget I asked.” Riko rolled her eyes and turned back around.
‘So she doesn’t know…? What exactly did he tell her…?’ Yuuto mused.
“We were lucky…” Shun suddenly muttered from his slump. “That Shiyon-san was there, right, Sakurai?” He stared down at his arms.
‘Oh..? He told her something different, then,’ Yuuto’s eyebrow rose in curiosity. “Just because he pulled off a few heroics doesn’t make him an angel. I stand by it, cuck,” Yuuto declared proudly as he began organizing his belongings on the desk.
“Shoulda left you for dead, Pillow,” a female student blurted from the side.
“100%,” another agreed, their faces twisted in disgust as they looked at Yuuto.
“He’s living proof angels exist, ’cause he saved YOU—” they chimed in before Yuuto waved them off with a smirk.
“I’m sorry, all I hear is ‘Waagh, I’m on my period! Somebody, please shut my mouth an—’” Yuuto mimicked in a mocking tone, feeling a sudden wetness on his cheek.
But Yuuto was already armed with a wet wipe, catching the spit mid-action and cleaning his cheek before anyone could blink.
‘What the hell…!? Did he expect that!?’ the girl who spat thought, bewildered and disgusted. Yuuto’s smirk only deepened as he calmly folded the wet wipe and placed it into his backpack with deliberate slowness, locking eyes with the girls who shivered in disgust.
‘He’s scum… Lowest of the low would be a compliment!’ they all thought collectively as Yuuto nonchalantly returned to his seat.
‘I’m…’ The spitting girl clenched her fists in frustration. ‘I’M DEFINITELY BEATING HIM UP MYSELF LATER!’ she growled internally, eyes fixed on the pocket where Yuuto stashed the wet wipe ‘souvenir.’
‘Damn, I’m on a roll today…’ Yuuto thought, sighing in satisfaction.
“What’re you slumped about, cuck? Did you get this scared?” Yuuto raised an eyebrow, folding his arms, his smirk firmly in place.
That’s when Riko’s anger peaked. She looked at Yuuto with a sly smile. “I mean, weren’t you all? That was pretty stressful, from what I and everyone else heard. And you’re not one to talk, considering you soiled yourself and fainted when it happened,” she said loud enough for everyone to hear.
‘GAH!’ Yuuto’s eyes froze in shock. ‘Right… RIGHT!!! I… I JUST TOLD THE CUCK TO LEAVE MY STRENGTH OUT OF IT… BUT WE DIDN’T MATCH OUR STORIES, I NEVER TOLD HIM WHAT TO SAY ABOUT ME!!’ Yuuto thought…
…in pure joy.
‘DID HE PLUMMET MY IMAGE EVEN MORE!!? NICE!! I’LL GIVE YOU AN EVEN BIGGER DISCOUNT NEXT TIME.’
“Just that?” Yuuto replied nonchalantly. “I also shat myself. Make sure to mention that one too. Oh, and don’t forget, I clawed at Harvester for saving me a minute later than he should’ve,” he said, causing Riko to freeze with a pout and a growl, looking away as the other girls stared at him in even deeper disgust.
‘Ohh, I’m going to enjoy this,’ the girl who spat earlier thought, already delighting herself with fantasies of beating Yuuto up as the teacher entered the classroom.
After the first lessons, Riko offered, “Shun, wanna eat outside?”
“I’m good,” Shun replied. “Eat by yourself today,” he added wearily, causing Riko to frown.
“…I’ll just save this for later. I’m going to the bathroom, though,” she said, giving Yuuto one final glance that screamed:
‘TALK.’ ‘TO.’ ‘HIM.’
Before leaving the classroom.
Yuuto sighed. ‘At this rate, I might have to start charging you, cuck-couple.’
“So?” Yuuto said aloud, opening his neatly prepared bento behind Shun. “Are you angry because you couldn’t unfuck the situation by yourself? Well, don’t be. You’re just so weak and pathetic it wouldn’t have mattered even if you rushed in to help,” Yuuto taunted, causing Shun to flinch.
“It… It’s not that,” Shun said reluctantly. “It’s… well… it is about that, in a way. I know I’m not strong enough—”
“Weak as hell,” Yuuto cut him off, making Shun flinch again.
“…Weak. Yeah, I know that,” Shun admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Then just accept it and move on. Or get stronger. Be the main character you’re supposed to be,” Yuuto said casually after swallowing a bite of his bento.
“I wanted to get stronger, so I asked Shiyon-san if he could train me,” Shun said, emphasizing Shiyon’s name.
“Oh?” Yuuto paused, his gaze rising. “So is the training tough? If that manipulative bastard cares about his students and juniors as much as he’s tricked you into believing, he needs to train you to keep the lie going.”
“N-no… It’s… not that…” Shun murmured, his voice trailing off.
“Hmm?” Yuuto hummed in curiosity as Shun began explaining how it went down.
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Back at the resort, just before Shun’s parents arrived to pick up him and Shiyon—right after Chiyoko’s mother had taken Sato, Hiyori, Yuuto, and her daughter home following the onsen incident…
“Your parents sure are taking their time, Shun-chun,” Shiyon commented, noticing Shun’s unusually quiet demeanor.
“My dad just called. There’s heavy traffic,” Shun muttered, his voice laced with defeat.
Shiyon raised an eyebrow, sensing the lack of enthusiasm. “It’s alright, Shun-chun. It’s all behind us—”
“Shiyon-san,” Shun interrupted, his voice suddenly louder and more desperate.
“…?” Shiyon hummed, intrigued.
“Can you… can you help me get stronger?” Shun asked earnestly, his eyes vibrant and pleading, weighed down by the events that transpired earlier that night.
“Shun-chun…” Shiyon murmured, seeing the fire in Shun’s eyes.
“I… I just want to be able to protect the ones I care about. I want to leap into danger like you. And if not that… I just want to make her and myself feel safe. I want to stop being afraid and stand up for myself a little more!” Shun’s eyes gleamed with hope, desperation, and a hunger to change.
“My…” Shiyon gasped lightly, “Shun-chun, I love your resolve. You really believe that, don’t you? And this is what you want, huh?” he asked, watching Shun’s unwavering expression.
Shun nodded immediately. “Yes, Shiyon-san! Please… even if it’s just a little at a time, train me!” He clenched his fists tighter, his gaze locked on Shiyon.
“I see. I can feel your resolve,” Shiyon said with a sigh, almost smiling with pride.
…Almost.
“But the chances of me training you, even for a second, are smaller than a snowball surviving on the sun’s surface,” Shiyon said with a bright smile, staring straight at Shun.
“Ah?” Shun’s face froze.
“tl;dr—never going to happen <3!” Shiyon added, his smile still warm and radiant.
“W-what…?” Shun stammered, his tone trembling. “But why!? I know it might be brutal, but I’ll endure it if it means protecting—”
Shun’s words were cut off as Shiyon gently pressed a finger to his lips.
“Shh… It’s not even about that,” Shiyon whispered, smiling softly as he pressed his forehead against Shun’s, their lips just a breath apart. He stared deep—deep into Shun’s eyes, a teasing warmth in his gaze.
“Didn’t you also beg my precious Sen-chun to join his Kendo club not too long ago? And then you crushed his hopes and ditched him to join some rundown boxing gym?” Shiyon’s words pierced through the air like a dagger.
Shun’s breath hitched. His face went pale as sweat trickled down his forehead, memories flooding back, making him avert his gaze.
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Sendo raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the seriousness in Shun’s voice.
Shun bowed deeply, arms pressed tightly against his sides. “Even though I’m a third-year… CAN I JOIN YOUR KENDO CLUB!?”
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Shiyon’s voice retained its cheery tone… but to an onlooker, it would be painfully obvious how much he was straining to keep it that way.
“He was so excited for you to join, he even created a second group and rearranged the schedule just for you. And then… on the very first day, you turned him down. That night, he called me, crying over the phone. He made me swear not to make a big deal out of it… But… haha, you dared to make my precious Sen-chun cry~.”
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“Hey, cuckoo, I thought you were bulking up for your girlfriend. What’s a guy like you doing in the Culture Club? Shouldn’t you be swinging a sword in the Kendo club instead?”
“Sakurai… life’s not some sports manga. I can’t just walk around with a sword all day. I’d look like a die-hard Sendo groupie. Boxing seemed more practical, so I joined a nearby gym instead.”
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Shun was sweating bullets, feeling a fear greater than when he faced the kidnappers as he stared into Shiyon’s squinting eyes—eyes that were almost purposely shut, as if hiding something far more menacing… perhaps rage… or, most likely, bloodlust.
“So,” Shiyon continued, his tone dangerously light, “instead of asking me for favors so… ahaha, shamelessly, I’d prefer if you started thinking about how to give. Like how you’re going to make it up to Sen-chun for ditching him so coldly…” His voice softened, but the menace lingered. “And even when you manage to make him happy again, earning myfavor might still prove…” He placed a gentle, almost sinister hand on Shun’s shoulder, patting it softly, “a tiiiiinybit more difficult. I’m very emotional when it comes to my brothers, after all. Okay? <3″
“So… ask something like that again. You want to be brave, right? So, please, ask me again. That would be very brave… Some might even say… foolish,” Shiyon challenged, his voice dropping to a growl.
A heavy silence hung between them, Shun’s heart sinking at the weight of his words.
“Uh… Ah… I… ask about what…?” Shun stammered, freezing under Shiyon’s glare.
“Good boy~~~~ <3” Shiyon’s tone lightened, his smile widening, unsettling. Yet, to Shun’s surprise, a wave of relief washed over him, and he let out a soft sigh…
…Only for Shiyon to speak again.
“Thank you for confirming that this resolve you spoke about was so half-assed and fragile~,” he said, watching as Shun’s eyes widened, the realization sinking in.
“S-SHIYON-SAN, I—” Shun began, but his words were swiftly cut off by Shiyon’s sharp, cutting response.
“All it took was just… a little push to break it. Really…” Shiyon continued, his expression darkening for a brief moment.
“How pathetic of you,” he added, his voice turning suddenly cold and firm, far more cutting than anything he’d said before.
“Ah… I…” Shun stammered, his voice caught in his throat.
His face drained of color just as a car honked behind them, snapping Shiyon’s attention to the sound.
“Ah, your parents are here! Let’s head home together, okay, Shun-chun <3?” Shiyon said sweetly, the sinister warmth returning to his voice as he stepped away.
Shun mindlessly followed, sliding into the car next to him without uttering a word, too shocked and bewildered to speak for the entire ride home.
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‘Hmm…’ Yuuto mused, his gaze settling on Shun’s almost sorrowful expression. ‘Risky… but not too different from how I would’ve handled it. Harvester showed him his weak points in the most brutal way possible. It’s risky because that’ll either break him completely further down the road, making his resolve even weaker, or… it’ll push him to grow.’
‘Oh well…’ Yuuto thought as he recalled Shun mustering the courage to stand up to Male2. ‘There’s hope. A little, but it’s there.’
He sighed, remembering the first time he fought Shiyon, the words exchanged still fresh in his mind.
‘Tough love, huh?’
‘Well, that aside, I don’t care about all that.’ Yuuto shrugged mentally. ‘I have my own agenda. And this is pretty funny. Once he’s at rock bottom, guess who he’ll crawl back to with a 75% discount… plus 5% for that story he told about me.’
“It… It just… the boxing gym’s poster looked so glowing and cool… And… someone said Sendo-kun’s group looked like a cult… So I wanted to avoid—”
“AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!” Yuuto burst out laughing, pointing at Shun, his palm slamming repeatedly against his thigh.
“S-STOP, THAT’S NOT—” Shun tried to interject, but Yuuto’s laughter drowned him out.
“AHHHhhahahaha slams desk ahaha… Ahhh… You serious!?” Yuuto continued cackling, as Shun’s face reddened, flushing with embarrassment. His body trembled as he looked down, completely mortified.
“SO BASICALLY, YOU’RE SAD BECAUSE YOU’RE A DUMBFUCK IDIOT CUCK WHO CAN’T KEEP HIS WORD, TALKS ABOUT RESOLVE AND SAMURAI SHIT YOU STOLE FROM MANGAS WITHOUT FOLLOWING THROUGH!? BAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! THIS IS GOLD! OOOOH MAN!!! AHAHAHAHAHAH!!!” Yuuto wheezed between fits of laughter, while the surrounding students whispered among themselves, mostly dissing Yuuto’s over-the-top reaction.
“S-STOP LAUGHING…!!!” Shun’s voice quivered, unable to withstand the onslaught of ridicule.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Yuuto only laughed harder. “YOU REALLY ARE THE MAIN CHARACTER, AREN’T YOU? SPOUTING THAT HEROIC SHIT ON A WHIM THEN GETTING BRAINWASHED BY CORPORATE MARKETING! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
Yuuto nearly coughed from laughing so hard, as Shun abruptly rose with a loud thud, stomping his way out of the classroom.
Gon’s gaze followed Shun’s figure until he exited the room. He almost seemed ready to get up and follow him but paused when he noticed Riko waiting just outside.
“Riko, let’s go eat somewhere…!” Shun muttered, his face flushed with embarrassment and frustration as he stomped out of the classroom, fists clenched at his sides, doing his best to hide his expression.
Riko cast a quick glance at Yuuto, who was still cackling to himself. Thanks, she thought, her lips curving into a small smile as she turned back to Shun.
‘Either way…’ Yuuto thought as he calmed down, his laughter fading, eyes glancing over to Gon. ‘That Gorilla… What’s he up to? He looked like he was gonna follow the cuck, but then stopped once he saw the cuckold-maker queen waiting for him. He kept sneaking glances at them throughout the lesson… Hmm…’ Yuuto mused, scrutinizing Gon’s behavior.
‘Oh well…’ he sighed, grabbing his backpack and heading toward the exit. ‘Since he never leaves the classroom, I’ll interrogate him once the day’s over.’
‘…Finally. That pillow bastard left the classroom,’ Spit girl thought, huddled with her friends at the far end of the room, waiting for her moment. ‘Time to follow him and beat him up. Can’t let a freak like that roam free…’ She winced in disgust at the memory of Yuuto smirking while collecting her spit with a wet wipe and tucking it into his backpack.
“Yo, Miyuki looks ready to kill someone…” one of the girls whispered, watching as she stomped after Yuuto.
“She may be a girl, but she’s as strong as Gon-san and Konro-san. She used to run the girls’ side before Shiyon-san quit,” another chimed in.
“And she’s a blackbelt in taekwondo. Her dad owns a dojo. That pillow fucker is dead,” they all murmured, smiling in anticipation, while Gon remained in his usual solitary, silent contemplation.
Miyuki, her hair dyed blonde, several piercings in her ears, with pale smooth skin and a choker around her neck, followed Yuuto with determined stomps.
‘I’m gonna kick his ass…!! It’s so annoying that none of the boys have done it yet…! Shiyon-san, I’m sorry, but this crosses the line!’ she thought, maintaining a few meters distance behind Yuuto.
Then, the alarms rang.
‘Shit…! Already!?’ she cursed inwardly, glancing at the now-empty hallways. ‘Damn, I’ll be late for class… but wait… why isn’t he going back to class either?’ Her eyes narrowed. ‘This is perfect…! He’ll be alone, and I can tear him apart without an audience! Missing one class for this is worth it.’ She resolved to follow him.
‘I’ll wait until we’re somewhere quiet…!’ she thought as she watched Yuuto suddenly stop in the hallway, his backpack slung over his shoulder. She ducked behind a corner, her heart pounding as he glanced around suspiciously.
‘…What’s he doing…?’ Miyuki thought, peeking from around the corner. Yuuto pulled the wetwipe from his backpack—the one he’d used to catch her spit—and casually tossed it in the trash, his expression indifferent.
‘He threw it away…?’ she thought, her eyes narrowing in confusion. ‘Wait… So why did he even collect it…? Just to piss me off!? That… that bastard!’
Her suspicions grew as she watched him head toward the stairwell leading to the second-year classrooms. ‘Where’s he going now…? Something smells suspicious…!!’ she thought, trailing him down the stairs.
Yuuto walked straight to Sakura’s class, peeking in through the window, his eyes scanning the room…
…but she wasn’t there.
He sighed, took his backpack, and started climbing back up the stairs.
‘Was he looking for someone?’ Miyuki backed up, careful to stay out of his sight as he ascended.
‘Wait a minute… if he heads back to class now, I won’t be able to hide the fact I left too… He’ll think I was stalking him… EWW!!’ she thought, rushing to the third-floor bathrooms and emerging just as Yuuto passed by.
“Ah, pillow fucker,” she called out. “You’re lucky we’re near the classroom.”
“What, you gonna bleed on me next?” Yuuto smirked.
“You fucker…!!!” she fumed, glaring at him. Then a sudden curiosity hit her.
“…What did you do with my wetwipe, pillow? I might let you live depending on your answer,” she demanded, making him stop in his tracks.
“MY wetwipe. You spit on it,” he emphasized, causing a vein to pop on her forehead.
“JUST ANSWER ME!” she barked.
“What could I do with it?” Yuuto turned around, eyebrow raised arrogantly, his arms spread wide. “I sold it,” he said casually.
Her eyebrows shot up.
“…To a second-year who paid alooooooot of money for that kind of thing. It’s mine, so it’s not illegal,” he said with a sigh and a triumphant smirk.
Miyuki’s tense shoulders relaxed slightly as she remembered seeing him throw the napkin in the trash.
‘Does this bastard, maybe…’ she thought, ‘Want to make everyone hate him on purpose?’
She shook her head. ‘Nah, no way. He still collected my spit. That’s disgusting! That’s just how he is… Definitely!’ she thought, some of her earlier rage returning, though not as intense.
“Ah, I see. Whatever… creep,” she muttered, turning to head back to class.
‘Hah…? Come on, YOU TOO!!? SOMEBODY, SNAP AT MEEEE!!!’ Yuuto raged internally. ‘I have a reputation to keep… Ah, never mind. I have more pressing matters.’ He sighed as he followed behind her.
Miyuki’s friends questioned why she didn’t follow through with her plan. She quickly made up a story, saying Yuuto was too close to the classroom and she didn’t want to get caught. But she promised she’d get her retribution eventually. Throughout the day, many things crossed her mind, yet one question kept returning: Who was Yuuto looking for in that second-year classroom?
Shun, despite shaking off some of his downtrodden feelings, still felt upset by Shiyon’s words. Gon kept glancing in his and Riko’s direction, something both of them—and other students—noticed.
Everything seemed normal for Sato and his club, as well as Sendo, Yuuno, and theirs. Well, except that Yuuno had forced Sendo to skip training due to his recent discharge from the hospital.
Chiyoko wanted to see Yuuto again but was too shy to approach him in front of the other third-years. Instead, she stayed in her classroom, studying diligently but with regret as the day passed. There were no club activities, as Sato had given everyone the day off due to the recent incidents, with permission from the student council.
Before long, the school emptied. Everyone had left their classrooms…
…Everyone except Shun and Gon. Shun stayed behind, determined to confront Gon about the way he’d been watching him and Riko all day. Gon, unaware of Shun’s concerns, remained in the classroom. Riko had wanted to stay and face Gon together, but eventually left out of respect for Shun’s request—so he could handle it on his own.
Yuuto lingered just outside the classroom, peeking in from the empty hallway.
‘Hmm… I did wonder what that Gorilla’s deal was with the cuck and his cuck-queen the whole day. Is he about to beat him up, or something?’ Yuuto thought, leaning closer to observe from outside. ‘What’s the matter? Got a taste for evil and couldn’t help but do some more…?’
“…Shun,” Gon said softly, his eyes downcast as he finally spoke.
“Gon. I noticed you’ve been looking at us. What’s going on? Did something happen, or—”
“Just shut up. Just shut the fuck up and listen, you limpdick!” Gon growled, cutting Shun off and leaving him momentarily stunned into silence.
“There’s something I need to say. I’m only gonna say it once, so listen up! You got me, you fuckin’ bitch!?” Gon growled, clenching his teeth, fists balled tightly at his sides.
Shun braced himself for a fight, but something felt off. He sensed distress radiating from the hulking student, which slightly eased the tension in his own shoulders.
‘Ahh, so it’s a confession…? Just not to me,’ Yuuto mused as he pulled out his phone, shamelessly pressing record. ‘I might need this.’
“I’m… For what I did to you and Riko… You know, back in Junior High… I… I’m… sorry,” Gon muttered, looking down. Shun’s eyes widened in surprise.
“W-wait a minute, Gon-san! You’ve already apologiz—” Shun raised his hands, trying to stop him.
“DUMBASS!!” Gon barked, cutting him off. “I only apologized back then ’cause Aniki told me to! I never gave a damn about you or your girlfriend, who’s like 10,000,000,000,000% out of your league!! I didn’t mean a single word of it!!!” he shouted.
“Uh… Ouch?” Shun replied with a nervous chuckle.
“But…” Gon added, his voice softening, “I get it now.” He looked down, his tone more subdued.
“I get what it’s like… to have someone you care about taken from you… and how powerless you feel. That’s probably the kind of pain I caused you. So… sorry. For real this time,” Gon said, recalling Seichiro’s words about the girls at the mixer incident, about how it was best to let go.
“I know what it’s like to want to be stronger. To protect the ones you care about but being too damn weak to do anything!” he nearly growled before his tone softened again. “That’s all,” he finished, his words hanging in the air as Yuuto watched the golden sunlight outline their silhouettes.
“Gon, I…” Shun began softly, but Gon quickly cut him off.
“DUMBFUCK, BITCH ASS!! DON’T GET ANY WEIRD IDEAS!!! I’M JUST DOING WHATEVER THE HELL I WANT!! WE AIN’T FRIENDS!!! I AIN’T EVER GONNA BE FRIENDS WITH A BITCH LIKE YOU!!!” Gon shouted before storming out of the classroom.
‘Haaah… a tsundere Gorilla,’ Yuuto sighed, retreating to a nearby corner. He briefly imagined a Gorilla with makeup awkwardly saying, “It’s not as if I care a-banana-bout you, banana-baka!”
After choking back his disgust, he thought, ‘In the end, I didn’t really do anything today…’ glancing up at the ceiling.
“Can you send me the recording, Sakurai-chun~? I love wholesome moments like these,” Shiyon’s voice chimed in as he appeared beside Yuuto, smiling warmly.
‘This bastard showed up out of nowhere, so I had to let him stay while I recorded,’ Yuuto thought in resignation.
“…I can’t have you twisting the narrative,” Yuuto shot back.
“Awww!!! PLEAASE!!! It really does warm my heart~~~” Shiyon pouted dramatically.
‘Well… there’s nothing useful I can get out of this confession anyway.’ Yuuto sighed, and after a moment’s hesitation, exchanged numbers with Shiyon and sent him the footage. (Though Yuuto already knew his number.)
“Me too, please,” Riko said casually.
“Yeah, just give me a minute, cuckold-maker.” Yuuto replied flatly, “Also, why didn’t you let your man handle this in a manly way on his own and leave him be? Didn’t he ask you to get out of school before he confronted the Gorilla, or something?” Yuuto teased, holding back a chuckle as the idea of “manliness” and Shun didn’t quite fit together in his mind.
“…Manly or not, I’ll never leave him,” Riko said firmly, yet with the ease of stating a simple fact.
Yuuto couldn’t help but smile at her words.
“My!” Shiyon gasped dramatically, “Is that a smile, Sakurai-chun!?”
“Yes, I was thinking about blood coming from your nose and couldn’t help but grin,” Yuuto replied, his face quickly returning to its usual blankness.
Meanwhile, Miyuki, who had been secretly following Yuuto from behind a corner, decided to slip away unnoticed, her face reflecting a quiet sigh as she left the school.
The early brunch had ended. Yuuto and Chiyoko’s mother cleaned up while everyone, including Sato, headed out.
Just as Sato was about to leave, Yuuto stopped him. Leaning against the door frame, he watched Sato walk away from the house.
“So, just to clarify,” Yuuto called out, his tone flat, “all that stuff about watering people ’till they bloom was just bullshit, right?” He recalled Sato’s words last night:
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“That’s why I won’t go to her house in the middle of the night to fuck her like some cheap whore. Not like some trashed-up punk from this godforsaken school. I won’t take your advice, Sakurai,”
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And how it contrasted to what he said back on the school roof:
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“I think… if I can just offer enough kindness, like water to a parched flower, even the most withdrawn people can open up, show compassion. People are like flowers in that sense; given the right care, they can bloom beautifully. That’s what I believe. It’s the same principle Shiyon-san applied as part of the Disciplinary Committee. He never gave up on anyone, showering them with kindness and acceptance… Although he was tough, when needed. And, over time, even the toughest cases softened.”
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Sato turned halfway down the sidewalk, flashing a cheerful smile. “I’m flattered you listened to me so closely, Sakurai-senpai!” he replied with mock enthusiasm. “I hope we can stay close!” With that, he turned back and walked off.
“… Back to customer service mode, huh?” Yuuto muttered, narrowing his eyes.
‘Doesn’t matter. I know he’s just a manipulator anyway,’ Yuuto thought, sighing as he turned his attention to the one person still inside.
“Now…” Yuuto murmured, closing the door, leaving them in darkness, just a few steps away from the light spilling in from the porch.
“Let’s talk, Organ Harvester…” he said, stepping closer to Shiyon, who stood a head taller. “I bet, like that blood I saw on you, you’ve seen something that riled you up.” Yuuto remembered Shiyon’s eager grin when they’d first entered the house, a sinister glint in his eyes when Yuuto suggested they talk.
“… Masks off,” Yuuto added firmly. Shiyon’s expression remained unreadable for a moment.
“Nah, not today <3,” Shiyon replied, his aloof smile returning as he casually walked past Yuuto.
Yuuto raised an eyebrow, slightly confused. “What’s the matter? You scared?”
“Yeah, Sakurai-chun,” Shiyon’s voice softened as he rested his hand on the door knob. “I’m scared,” he said, turning back with a somber look, offering a weak smile. “Especially after today… There’s just no reason for that kind of talk yet. School’s around the corner, and I’ve got my own stuff to work out.”
“So please…”
“Not today, okay~?” Shiyon finished, opening the door and letting the outside light flood in as he left.
‘He did fight that night. He’s probably not one of them…’ Yuuto thought, a slight grimace crossing his lips as he watched Shiyon leave the house. ‘But I don’t rely on “probably” and bullshit like that.’
‘That’s why I planted a GPS tracker on you, you fruity bastard,’ Yuuto smirked, striding over to his computer and powering it on. ‘Nah, you really thought I’d be like, “B-b-b-baka! It’s not like I see you as my friend or anything!” or some crap like, “We fought together… Now we’re brothers by blood!” Yeah right. If there’s one thing an NTR antagonist knows best, it’s how to make people drop their guard. But that’s something I never do. My guard’s always up. You think I’ll fall for your act—drenched in blood, playing the mysterious anime character with a dark past fighting for us? Nah, that blood’s just one more reason to keep an eye on you, you suspicious bastard.’
“Hmph.” Yuuto adjusted his fake glasses with a knowing grin. “I see through you—just like I see through everyone.” He recalled how Shiyon helped Sato pull him onto the roof yesterday. ‘That was textbook—The ‘Become Your Best Friend, So You’ll Never Suspect I’m Screwing Everyone Behind Your Back’ technique. A-Class manipulation. Only the most dangerous, degenerate NTR antagonists use it. But I (unsurprisingly) see through you. So, don’t hate me (or do, I don’t care) for planting that GPS tracker on you…!!” Yuuto muttered, a manic smile spreading across his face as he frantically worked to connect to the GPS signal.
“Huh…? It’s not connecting… Did I not turn it on? No way, I definitely planted it on him,” Yuuto scratched his head, frustrated.
“… Haah… I guess we can’t be friends that easily, huh, Sakurai-chun…?” Shiyon muttered under his breath, a resigned smile tugging at his lips as he walked away from a nearby trashcan. Inside the bin rested the discarded GPS tracking device.
“And if we’re being honest…” Shiyon murmured, his face darkening, his expression becoming hollow as a memory surfaced—
He remembered the way Yuuto kicked that guy, Ichiji, off the roof… killing him.
‘… Maybe it’s better we don’t fully trust each other yet,’ Shiyon thought, clenching his fists as his breath quickened, almost distressed. ‘It actually took a lot of effort not to let you fall that day… or push you myself.’
‘… Considering you… Know that move…’ Shiyon’s chest tightened, his shoulders tensing as he recalled standing at the edge of the fire escape, watching Yuuto kick Ichiji and save Chiyoko.
But then he felt the tension drain from his body as he watched Chiyoko hold Yuuto and thought about how he treated Chiyoko’s mother earlier that day.
‘… My, what a handful you are,’ he sighed deeply, continuing his walk.
‘Now then…’ he stretched, his expression darkening. ‘We also need to talk, Yuuno-chan…’ he thought as he disappeared into the horizon.
He went and talked to Yuuno.
The details of their conversation will be revealed at a later time.
Yuuto spent the rest of the day at home, writing more scenarios. But this time, his enthusiasm seemed to wane for some reason. He only wrote 5 pages, and never completed it as he would normally do.
Meanwhile, Chiyoko buried her face in her pillow and screamed, unable to stop replaying her visit to Yuuto’s house in her mind. She could hardly wait to see him again on Monday.
Sendo, on the other hand, physically fought the hospital staff, determined to leave so he could practice the kendo moves he observed from Minoru. The staff insisted he stay until Monday at the very least. After causing a scene for over five hours, he finally calmed down when Hina came to visit, soothing him and convincing him to remain still.
Sakura remained in her room the entire weekend, refusing to come out. Minoru, stationed outside her door, barely moved either. Every hour or so, he let out a heavy sigh, sinking deeper into self-pity.
He then recalled the strange figure—Yuuto—climbing up to Sakura’s window. Minoru had watched as Yuuto stood there, silently observing her for about five minutes after Minoru had brought her home from the mixer… before quietly leaving.
Minoru had chosen not to pursue him.
Elsewhere…
“So…? Any results with the boyfriends?” a man asked, his voice low.
“Nothing. We drugged their parents, siblings, anyone we could find to pressure them. They really didn’t know anything about who this ‘Anti-NTR Man’ is. Maybe she was just spouting nonsense because she needed the stuff,” he said, referring to the takedown of Kazuki and Kyoya’s gang.
“Haaah… What a bother,” the man muttered, rubbing his temples, just as another figure barged into the room, dragging someone behind him and tossing him to the wooden floor before the two men.
“Haah…!!” The newcomer grunted as he hit the ground, bracing his fall.
“Who’s this?” one of the men asked, eyeing the newcomer.
“Oh, he’s one of Kyoya’s groupies. He and some eunuch friend of his survived the massacre. You might want to hear what he’s got to say. Could be a lead.” He glanced down at the disheveled man. “Tell him what you told me. Now.”
The man gulped, his eyes darting nervously between the others.
“I-I don’t know who ‘Anti-NTR Man’ is…” he stammered, his voice trembling. “But… I do know there was this strange dude who took us all down. He showed up right before Aniki (Kyoya) finished his latest project… The project being…”
“… Haruto Narukami. And his step-mother, Himiko. Aniki tried to seduce her to get money from some drunk old man who hated his son living with her and—”
“Shh,” one of the men knelt down, locking eyes with him. “I don’t care about that. You said… Haruto Narukami, right? He might know who this ‘Anti-NTR Man’ is?” he asked, his gaze cold and unyielding.
‘Fuck… It’s like talking to a robot…!’ The groupie shivered, spine tingling.
“Y-yeah… I think so. It was only after Kyoya really got involved with her that this weird dude showed up at our place. I don’t know if he’s the guy you’re looking for, but… he tortured my buddy on Tokyo Tower and was real interested in Haruto, Himiko, and Aniki. I’m sure it’s the same guy who messed us up—no doubt…! H-he also had someone working with him. I think my buddy said his name was… Sendo-Man or something…?”
“… Alright.”
“Let’s find this Haruto and his mommy. And hopefully…”
[AUTHOR HERE! HELLO! It’s been a while! To kick things off, here’s an awesome fanart of Yuuto made by @Discipline in our Discord server:]
[And with that, I hope you enjoy the chapter!]
It was early morning, and Anti-NTR Man had just woken from what felt like two months of peaceful, uninterrupted sleep.
“Guess the author was busy writing some cuckold fantasy novel,” Yuuto muttered to himself, stretching as he rose from the bed. For a moment, he almost forgot about his countless self-insert fanfics where he always played the hero, uncucking some poor sap.
Yawning, he shuffled to the nearby bathroom, preparing to slap his wig back on.
‘Ah,’ he paused, holding the adhesive just above his head. ‘My hair’s grown quite a bit… Hmm…’ He studied his reflection, running a hand through his longer locks. ‘And since people already saw my short hair and physique, sticking this wig back on will just raise more questions…’
“Well, shit,” Yuuto sighed, realizing his ‘secret identity’ wasn’t so secret anymore. ‘Maybe it’s time to ditch the wig.’
‘I mean, worst case, I could always rock a bald cap instead when I go on Anti-NTR submissions,’ he thought, a smirk tugging at his lips. ‘A big part of my cover’s already blown… But I might as well keep the hair neat. I’m metrosexual, after all. Can’t be fighting NTR antagonists without looking good,’ he mused, pulling a hair-cutting machine from the cabinet.
‘I mean, I look good all the time, but…,’ he scrutinized his reflection as he carefully trimmed his hair in front of the mirror, finishing up swiftly and cleaning up after himself.
‘No harm in going the extra mile,’ he reasoned, running his fingers through his freshly cut hair. ‘Same principle as avoiding injuries in a fight, as I decided a while ago.’
With a nod of approval to his reflection, Yuuto turned and exited the bathroom, heading back to his room to grab his fake glasses. After slipping them on, he returned to the bathroom for a final inspection.
“Perfect,” he muttered with a confident smirk, admiring his appearance.
“I’m back, baby.”
[BACKGROUND MUSIC: MAGA – ANIMALITY (TIK TOK REMIX)]
[Background music fades out 🙂 ]
“Now then…” Yuuto muttered, taking a deep breath as he turned around. “… Time to kick the manipulator out,” he sighed, stepping out of the bathroom and heading downstairs.
Before long, he found himself in the living room, where Sato lay sprawled on the couch, fast asleep as the soft light of the weekend morning filtered in through the garden windows.
———– LAST NIGHT —————-
“H-hey… Sakurai-Senpai,” Sato mumbled, huddled on the front entrance porch.
“What the hell are you doing here, Manipulator?” Yuuto spat, his tone sharp as he walked up to the door, brushing past Sato without breaking stride.
“W-well… haha, I thought we could have a nice sleepover and—” Sato stammered, but before he could finish, Yuuto slammed the door in his face, cutting him off mid-sentence.
“Go home. Or better yet, go anywhere that’s not here. Considering how you probably get beaten up to a bloody pulp at home, I’ll settle for that.” Yuuto’s voice echoed from inside the house.
“A-ah, wait a minute!” Sato called out, scrambling to his feet and knocking on the door. “I-I couldn’t think of anywhere else to go! Your house was the closest, so—”
“Bullshit.” Yuuto interjected, “You’ve got your heroine’s house near yours. You could’ve manned up and gone there.” He spat out, causing Sato to freeze mid-knock, his breath hitching.
“Heck, after everything that went down tonight, she probably would’ve spread her legs for you if you showed up right now.” Yuuto concluded.
“… That’s…!” Sato began to protest, but the words died in his throat, leaving only silence.
Sato’s hand dropped to his side as he stared at the ground, the weight of Yuuto’s words sinking in.
“Look, you’re not fooling anyone. Everyone with half a brain can see you two have something going on. If you go to her tonight, your love-story arc will be wrapped up—nicely, even. Take it from your senpai. That’s all I have to say. I won’t speak to you again.” Yuuto finished with a sigh, turning away from the door, heading deeper into the house.
“I won’t,” Sato declared, his voice suddenly bold. The intensity in his tone was something Yuuto had never heard from him before. Gone were the formality and shy undertones—replaced by a resolute, almost chilling certainty.
‘… Hm?’ Yuuto’s curiosity piqued, and he took a few steps back, eyeing Sato’s eerily still silhouette through the door.
“It would be imperfect if I did that,” Sato continued, his voice firm and sharp.
“… Imperfect?” Yuuto echoed, his interest now fully captured.
“Imperfect,” Sato repeated, his impatience clear in the clipped way he spoke.
Yuuto hesitated for a moment before opening the door fully, leaning outside to get a better look at Sato.
He studied Sato’s face, noting the unsettling blankness in his eyes—almost dead, devoid of the usual warmth or nervousness.
Yuuto narrowed his eyes, “Do tell,” He casually asked.
‘The way he’s talking now… and how he used that knife earlier and stabbed someone… I need to make sure this guy isn’t a complete psychopath,’ <—- A psychopath that hides under a fake persona who literally killed someone earlier this night.
“Hikki is the only thing in my life that’s worth anything,” Sato began, his voice steady, almost reverent. “If I’m going to confess, it’s going to be like something out of a fairy tale—something that fits her. A confession as beautiful as she is, after hours of being nurtured and perfected. I already see it in my mind, and I’ll make it happen,” he explained, his brows furrowing as his voice deepened into a growl. “That’s why I won’t go to her house in the middle of the night to fuck her like some cheap whore. Not like some trashed-up punk from this godforsaken school. I won’t take your advice, Sakurai,” he spat, his eyes narrowing into a cold glare aimed directly at Yuuto’s calm demeanor.
“….”
“… -Senpai,” Sato added, his tone softening back to its usual gentleness, as if the sharpness from moments before had never existed.
“… You just let your true personality slip, you bastard,” he commented.
“What are you talking about, Sakurai-senpai?” Sato tilted his head, his usual tenderness creeping back into his voice. “Either way, can you please let me in..? I really don’t have anywhere else to go. At least not until tomorrow.”
Yuuto remained silent, taking a few seconds to scrutinize him.
“You do realize that’s just you being selfish, right? You’re letting your insecurities control you rather than considering her feelings,” Yuuto stated bluntly.
“You’re wrong… It isn’t selfish,” Sato countered, his voice firm. “Hikki deserves more. She hasn’t had the easiest life…” His gaze dropped, his expression somber.
“She… she deserves a proper confession, where everything is magical. Where everything is right. Where, just for a minute or two, she doesn’t have to live in the real world,” Sato explained, his voice softening as if he were speaking more to himself than to Yuuto.
“Then you’ll never confess. Perfection doesn’t exist, especially not when you’re not me,” Yuuto sighed, his tone tinged with resignation.
“I disagree. I will confess. It will happen. You don’t have to agree with me,” Sato replied, his determination unwavering. “I know her better than anyone else, including you, senpai. I know what’s best for her, and I’m good enough to make it happen,” he declared with conviction.
“Don’t decide for me what’s better. Senpai or not, my relationship with her is up to me,” Sato continued, his voice steady and assertive. “… And I’ve resolved; she WILL be mine. Hikki is JUST mine.”
Yuuto remained unfazed, his gaze locked on Sato, analyzing him with a calm, unwavering stare.
“Anyway, can I come in now? It’s a little cold,” Sato asked again, his tone reverting back to its usual softness.
“… Give me a few minutes,” Yuuto finally replied, before slamming the door shut once more.
Sato stood quietly outside, looking around, tapping his foot on the ground, and glancing up at the starry night sky, slightly marred by the city’s light pollution.
About five minutes passed before Yuuto opened the door again, this time fully, allowing Sato to enter.
“Sleep on the couch,” Yuuto said curtly as he closed the door behind him.
“I was wondering what you were doing when you told me to wait…” Sato muttered, looking around the immaculate living room. “Everything is so clean…” he remarked, his eyes widening at the spotless condition of the house, not a speck of dust in sight.
“… I touch grass, manipulator,” Yuuto said with a dismissive wave as he started walking upstairs, leaving Sato to make his way to the living room. There, sheets, a pillow, and a blanket were neatly arranged on the couch, ready for him.
“And you even set up a place for me… That’s… really nice of you, senpai—”
“You fuck off first thing in the morning!!!” Yuuto shouted, his voice echoing down the stairs as he reached the top and entered his room.
Sato sighed, a resigned smile tugging at his lips as he settled onto the couch. “Sure, sure…” he muttered softly.
————————————– PRESENT ——————-
‘… At least he doesn’t stain the couch like the last main character,’ Yuuto mused, recalling Haruto’s tearful nights on the same couch as he glanced at the peacefully sleeping Sato.
‘Either way, time to kick him out,’ he resolved, stomping toward Sato with purpose.
Sato didn’t stir, even as Yuuto’s footsteps thundered across the floor.
Yuuto took a deep breath, raising his hand above his own head, ready to deliver a rather… Sharp wake-up call onto Sato’s head.
‘Wakey, wakey…!!—’
[DING-DONG] The doorbell rang, startling Yuuto just before his slap could land on Sato’s cheek.
“Ahh, wha…” Sato mumbled groggily, his eyes fluttering open to see Yuuto standing over him, palm poised mid-air.
“Tsk,” Yuuto clicked his tongue in annoyance as he turned his attention to the entrance door.
“Ahh…? Sakurai-senp—”
[DING-DONG] The doorbell rang again, cutting off Sato’s sentence.
“Damn it, who is it!?” Yuuto growled as he marched to the entrance, peering through the peephole.
‘… Are you… kidding me right now?’ he thought as he spotted the pink-haired girl waiting outside, a steamy pot in her hands, her gaze turned backward. A car idled just behind her.
Yuuto recognized the car instantly. It was her mother’s, the same one that used to ferry him and the others home.
“Oh? Who is it, Sakurai-senpai?” Sato asked with a yawn as he got up, curiosity evident in his sleepy eyes.
‘… Normally, I’d pretend I’m not home… But with her mom waiting outside and the main character inside, I can’t exactly ignore it… Ugh..!’ he thought with irritation as he reluctantly opened the door.
Surprised, the pink-haired girl quickly snapped her attention to Yuuto.
“Oh… Uh… H-hi…! Senpai…!! G-good morning!” Chiyoko stammered, her face lighting up with a bright smile. The pot in her hands was still steaming.
“You…” Yuuto began, but he paused as his gaze shifted upward, catching sight of her mom waving at him from the car.
Lowering his eyes back to Chiyoko, Yuuto remembered Sakura’s advice: [Be Nicer!]
“… Good morning,” he murmured, his voice barely audible as he scratched his cheek, averting his gaze.
“Ah..!” Chiyoko gasped, caught off guard by the softness in his voice. Seizing the moment as he looked away, she took the chance to study him more closely.
‘… Seeing Senpai up close like this…’ she thought, scrutinizing his face, which seemed unexpectedly shy and somewhat flustered.
‘He’s… really handsome, isn’t he?’ she realized with a gulp, her heart skipping a beat. ‘Almost like a Korean model… Woah… I don’t think he loses to Shizume-senpai or even Shiyon-san…’ She swallowed hard again, noticing the smoothness of his skin, the sharpness of his jawline, the lack of wrinkles around his eyes; And dear lord, those muscles… So clearly visible through his rather thin white t-shirt… Then, just as she was lost in her thoughts, he glanced back at her, his gaze piercing.
She immediately dropped her eyes with a sharp intake of breath, realizing she’d been staring.
“A-anyway…!!” she blurted, raising the pot a little higher, her face reddening further. “M-m… My mom… made this… Uh… We didn’t really know how to say thank you… So… This is from her… J-just from her… C-curry… It’s really tasty… How she makes it…” she murmured, her eyes glued to the floor.
‘W-why am I like this right now?!’ Chiyoko’s thoughts raced, her breath shaky. ‘Yesterday, I was bold enough to hold onto him… What’s wrong with me now?!’
“… I’ll take it. Thanks,” Yuuto replied flatly, lightly grasping both lids of the pot. His fingers brushed against hers in the process, causing her face to flush even deeper.
‘I don’t even like curry. Unless it’s Mom’s ramen, everything else sucks ass,’ Yuuto thought to himself as he glanced at the flustered girl.
‘… But I guess I don’t need to tell her that,’ he thought, turning around and heading back into the house.
‘Come on, Chiyoko! Say something!! He’s… he’s leaving!’ she panicked internally, her gaze dropping to the ground.
“… Hey,” Yuuto suddenly said, stopping just before he stepped inside, cutting through her spiraling thoughts.
‘… It’s me. I knew I was going to save her. There was never any doubt about that.’
‘But for a second… for just a fleeting moment, I thought I might actually miss that bastard.’
‘One mistake,’ he reflected.
‘One mistake, and no one would’ve rung my bell today… The door mat would’ve been slightly cleaner.’
‘I don’t even know this girl, nor do I particularly care. But… she was my responsibility yesterday. And, like in my Terms of Service, I need to see this case through. I have to make sure that the misfortune really ends here. I might not have gotten paid for this one, but it’s still something I chose to do.’
“You… are you okay? From yesterday,” Yuuto asked, his voice firm as he stopped in place, his back still faced to her.
In an instant, her eyes widened, and she lunged forward, wrapping her arms tightly around Yuuto’s lower abdomen.
“Hey…!” Yuuto called out, slightly startled by her sudden embrace, holding tightly onto the pot’s lids, making sure it doesn’t fall.
“… I am now,” she whispered softly against his back.
“….”
‘… How the hell am I supposed to respond to that?’ Yuuto thought, standing rigid as he held the pot, his stance unyielding despite her grip. Just then, an idea popped into his head as she nuzzled against his broad back; and as Sato came into view.
“I’ll have you know, I’m gay,” Yuuto suddenly announced.
“Liar,” she said slyly, tightening her grip around him. “We’ve already established you’re a sexual predator and a lolicon.”
“No, seriously. Look over there,” Yuuto responded, nodding towards Sato, who was awkwardly scratching the back of his head with a sheepish smile. “Ahaha… Hey there, Chiyoko-chan!” Sato called out cheerfully, giving a small wave.
“Shizume… Senpai?” Chiyoko whispered, her eyes narrowing in confusion.
“Yeah,” Yuuto confirmed. “Me and manipu—… Sato here just spent a hot night all by ourselves. You’re really not going to get anywhere with what you’re trying here.”
“… Is it true, Shizume-senpai?” she asked, tilting her head as she leaned even closer into Yuuto.
“That’s true, Chiyoko-chan. I spent the night here,” Sato affirmed with a smile.
“… But he’s in love with Hicchi-senpai. He wouldn’t do anything with you,” Chiyoko stated casually, causing Sato to flinch.
“C-CHIYOKO-CHAN, THAT’S…!!” Sato stammered, his heart skipping a beat.
Yuuto shot Sato a knowing, slightly mocking glance, as if to say, ‘See? Everyone fucking knows.’
“Well, he would if it’s with me,” Yuuto said, turning his head slightly to glance back at Chiyoko. “I’m just that charming,” he added with a sly, almost wicked smile.
‘Why is he smiling like he just scammed someone…?’ Sato wondered, watching the exchange with a mix of confusion and discomfort.
Chiyoko remained silent for a few moments, her expression contemplative as she studied Yuuto’s mischievous smirk. She kept her hold on him tight, unrelenting in the slightest.
“I know,” she finally said, her voice steady as she smiled warmly, a blush creeping across her cheeks. “I think you’re very charming, Senpai.”
Yuuto’s eyelids widened slightly, his grin faltering. After locking eyes with her for a brief second, he quickly looked away, feeling an unfamiliar twinge in his chest.
‘Damn it, what is with this runt?! One moment she’s shy like the Virgin Mary, and the next, it’s like she’s gained experience after hooking up with 10 million guys… MAKE UP YOUR MIND!’
‘Also, wasn’t she also crushing on Manipulator!!? Come oooon!! Be all : “S-ss-s-s-s-s–s-s-hizume-kyun kyaaaa~~!!! *She hurriedly lets go of mwah (me)* “This isn’t what you think ii–i-i-i-it is jj-j-j-j-just… i w-w-w–as worried and…!!” And then she’d push me out of the way, making me spill the soup her mama worked so hard to make; WAS YOUR LOVE FOR YOUR BOY-CRUSH SO WEAK!!!?’ Yuuto internally fumed.
“Ah~!” A familiar voice boomed through the opened door.
“What a pleasant surprise, seeing all of my kohais getting along <3. And oh, this touch of scandal, isn’t it lovely… Miss Chiyoko’s mom?” Shiyon teased as he strolled in alongside Chiyoko’s mother, casually walking into Yuuto’s home.
Yuuto carefully turned around, balancing the pot in his hands as Chiyoko clung to him, refusing to let go.
“And that’s another count of invading my personal space, harvester. Who the hell invited you into my house?” Yuuto quipped, his tone dripping with irritation as Shiyon made himself at home.
“Oh?” Shiyon raised an eyebrow, a look of feigned surprise crossing his face as he took another step forward. “In that case, Chiyokocchi, you should leave immediately. Trespassing is bad, you know,” he scolded lightly, his tone playful.
“I’m exempt from that,” she shot back with a deadpan expression.
“Hmmph!” she pouted, tightening her grip around him even more.
“Dear me…~~~~~ <3” Shiyon chuckled, clearly amused. “I never thought you had that side to you, Chiyokocchi~ Good for you!” He bent slightly to her height, his teasing tone making her hide further behind Yuuto, her face turning bashful as she looked away.
“Oh, come on, Shiyon-chan, you shouldn’t tease my daughter like that!” Chiyoko’s mom chided gently as she approached. “And… Sakurai-kun, right?” she said, turning her attention to Yuuto.
“…. Yes. What’s up?” Yuuto replied, his tone softening slightly, his gaze less intense as he looked at her.
‘Oh…’ Chiyoko, Shiyon, and Sato all thought simultaneously, taken aback by the change in his voice.
“I’m very sorry for intruding, but Shiyon-chan suggested we all eat together. Is it okay if we have our meal here…? Of course, I’ll clean up everything and take care of the plates!” she suggested warmly.
“Yeah. Don’t worry about it, ma’am,” Yuuto agreed. “It is your food, after all.”
‘I didn’t even notice it yesterday…’ Sato thought, observing Yuuto closely.
‘… But he’s really soft with her mother.’ Even Chiyoko glanced up in curiosity, noticing the almost tender expression on Yuuto’s face.
“Amazing! Then, I’ll prepare the table. Do you mind?” she asked with a warm smile.
“No, ma’am. Just let me know if you can’t find anything,” Yuuto replied, stepping aside to let her pass.
“Thank you!” she said, taking the curry pot from Yuuto and hurrying to the kitchen.
“.. Ara~” Shiyon teased as he drew near Yuuto.
“Does somebody have a mommy crush~~~? Chiyokocchi might have some unexpected competition~” he added playfully, causing Chiyoko to pout, though her curiosity about Yuuto’s answer was evident.
“… Treasure your parents,” Yuuto said quietly but firmly, his gaze fixed on her. Even the usually mocking Shiyon was taken aback, his smirk faltering slightly.
“Especially ones like those,” Yuuto added with a sigh, gently removing Chiyoko’s hands from around him. She didn’t resist, instead looking up at him in awe.
Leaning in closer to Shiyon, Yuuto’s expression hardened. “But me and you—we need to talk,” he whispered, his eyes locking onto Shiyon’s. His mind flashed back to the bloody look Shiyon had last night, the involvement of Sakura and his underlings in the club, and the long conversation Shiyon had with the police.
“A serious talk,” Yuuto emphasized, his voice almost a growl.
“My…” Shiyon responded eerily, “I love it when we agree on things…”
“… Sakurai-chun,” he added, matching Yuuto’s intensity with an uncanny yet subtle smile.
“Huh..?” Chiyoko hummed, glancing between the two of them.
“But later,” Shiyon concluded, his tone abruptly cheerful. “Mom~ I’ll go help <3” he called out, breezing past Yuuto with a grin.
“Hmph,” Yuuto grunted as he turned in the opposite direction, focusing on setting up the table.
———————————— ELSEWHERE —————-
“They all got taken down by the MD-01?” Yuuno exhaled sharply, his fingers massaging his temples in frustration.
“Yes, sir. The INK boys took them on and won.”
“That’s bullshit.” Yuuno’s voice dropped, laced with disbelief. “You expect me to believe that gorilla and his ragtag groupie managed to wipe them out? They’re Black Letter outcasts, for fuck’s sake. They’re not pushovers. There’s no way those pathetic INKs took them down, not without some serious help.”
“So… what’s the plan now?”
Yuuno’s eyes narrowed, a cold determination hardening his expression. “The plan? The plan is simple: if you want something done right, you do it yourself.” He rose from his chair, stepping hard and firm on the ground.
“I’m going to show you all how it’s done. Everyone’s become so damn dependent on this shit, they’ve forgotten what true power looks like. My vision? A world where we won’t need this crutch…” He moved towards a nearby table, the dim light of the room catching the edge of a transparent bag labeled ‘FD-01.’
“But to get there, we still need it—for now. And once we’ve used it to its full potential, I’ll show you the real way to dominate someone’s mind. The drug is just the spark; the true power lies in making someone crave you, not the drug.”
He paused, a slow smile spreading across his face. “I’ll show you all how to get someone addicted to you, not just to a substance.”
“But it has to be perfect. It has to be someone who won’t surrender easily. That way, our influence will be absolute,” he continued, setting the drug aside and scrolling through his phone, stopping at a particular picture.
“And after some research, I’ve found the perfect subject,” he muttered, his eyes narrowing as he studied the image intensely for a few seconds.
“… But that’s for later,” he sighed, tucking his phone away.
“For now… I want to make that retarded brother of mine… pay. Pay for turning Aniki into such a soft-bitch… and for mocking me,” he growled, the image of Sendo flashing in his mind.
“… I’ll show him what true despair really looks like.”
“Thanks for the ride,” Yuuto said as the car pulled up near his residence.
“Of course, young man.”
“Just Sakurai is cool. Take care,” he replied as he opened the door, carefully letting Chiyoko’s head slide off his thigh as he exited the car.
‘Good thing she actually fell asleep this time, wouldn’t want a drama scene,’ Yuuto thought with a sigh as he gently closed the door behind him.
“Take care now, Sakurai,” Hiyori whispered softly, her gaze lingering on him alongside Sato.
Yuuto merely nodded in acknowledgment as he fully closed the door. Soon, the car drove off, leaving him alone in the quiet of the night next to his darkened house.
He casually unlocked the door and stepped inside, pausing for a moment in the complete darkness and silence of the house.
‘…They’re not around as often as they used to be,’ he reflected as he walked upstairs.
The only sound was his footsteps against the wooden floor.
‘Well, there will come a day when I won’t be around either. That kind of time just has to come at some point, don’t ya’ think?’ Yuuto mused to himself. Once again, there was no one there to hear his thoughts.
Yuuto looked down, his eyes reflecting immense fatigue momentarily.
“…Wishful thinking, I suppose.”
“Either way…” he added, cracking his neck.
“Better get right to it,” he muttered, turning to leave the house after ensuring the car had departed.
’46th Water Bottle Street… Here it is,’ Yuuto thought as he neared the location, his fist clenched tightly as he surveyed the scene.
‘…There’s police. Something happened here tonight,’ he realized. ‘And it happened the same night we were attacked… Too coincidental.’
He navigated through the crowd that had gathered, making his way closer to the crime scene, until a police officer halted him.
“Hey, fella, this place is off-limits—” the officer began, placing a hand on Yuuto’s shoulder.
“…Sakurai? What’re you up to?” the officer asked, his tone softening upon recognizing Yuuto.
“Ah, it’s you,” Yuuto responded casually.
Indeed, Yuuto and the officer were acquaintances, often meeting when the officer was called to the Sakurai household over disturbance complaints—complaints about Yuuto and his father’s violent clashes.
“…I see. So that kind of thing happened to you on your little school trip,” the officer remarked as they leaned against a wall, the officer lighting a cigarette.
“…You can confirm it with your buddies,” Yuuto affirmed.
“Didn’t I always tell you I’m skeptical not because I don’t trust you?” the officer said.
“No one cares. Just hurry up to confirm it so we can get this checked as quickly as possible,” Yuuto snapped back.
“Right, right… Will do,” the officer sighed.
“Either way… You sure that name wasn’t mentioned?” Yuuto inquired.
The officer hesitated, taking another drag from his dwindling cigarette.
“I told you, kid. It was just a bar fight gone wrong. Your buddies were just unfortunate enough to run into some local thugs,” he explained, looking off into the distance. After a pause, he shifted his stance.
“Go get some sleep and leave this to the adults, alright?” he advised, taking a final drag from his nearly finished cigarette before walking away from Yuuto.
“Kenji,” another officer called out, noticing Kenji departing from Yuuto. “Who was that kid?”
“It’s… The Kid. The one from Blackout Street. The Sakurai household,” Kenji replied as he walked alongside his colleague.
“Holy shit, seriously…?” the officer murmured, casting a brief glance back at Yuuto. “He looks more normal than I thought…”
“…Well, you never saw what I’d seen when I’d get disturbance calls to that household, so you can still think that looking at him,” Kenji replied, his voice tinged with resignation, his eyes weary.
“No kidding… Damn… Is he why you popped a cig?”
“Yep… Was sure I’d actually manage to keep my sobriety streak for longer…”
“But I guess that’s just wishful thinking,”
‘That officer is useless. Suspected as much,’ Yuuto thought, unimpressed with the officer’s efforts to look out for his well-being.
‘Oh, are we doing this now? Seriously? I didn’t even mean it that way. It’s because those Black Letter bastards are involved. Don’t you get it? I can’t rely on the police when those bastards have infiltrated every major establishment,’ Yuuto thought, frustrated, despite repeatedly proving that even the formidable Anti-NTR Man can’t handle everything alone anymore.
‘You know what? Fine. Since you’re so keen on teaching me, why don’t you come out here and show me how to do it right?’ Yuuto challenged in his thoughts.
‘…Nothing?’
‘Alright, I suspected as much. But as I mentioned before, I don’t blame you. After all, it’s my job to help the weak,’
‘And I said it, didn’t I?’
‘That I’d get your—’
[RING] [RING] [RING]
Yuuto’s phone began to ring. Checking the caller ID, he saw it was his mother.
‘Haah… Right. I bet the police notified her about what happened at the Onsen resort. I completely forgot to talk to her or dad,’ Yuuto thought, answering the phone.
After a stressful evening of trying to reassure his concerned mother and dealing with his father, who blamed him for everything and shouted until Yuuto’s ear nearly bled, he decided it was time to head home.
However, as the night progressed, Yuuto’s withdrawal symptoms from his stalking habits kicked in. Without much thought, he found himself outside Sakura’s house, climbing to her window to ensure she was safe in her bed.
‘Alright… That’s that,’ Yuuto thought as he climbed down and made his way back home.
‘…So it really was just a scuffle, and nothing else?’ Yuuto thought, realizing that maybe, just maybe, he might be stupid for doubting the nice police officer’s words.
‘Not trusting a police officer is the smartest thing to do. How do you know they aren’t gonna abuse their authority to arrest your girlfriend and NTR your ass, forcing her to shut up until she begins to like it and dumps you? Tsk, tsk, tsk… Forgetting all the basics, typical for a weakling,’ Yuuto thought, not realizing this would never be a problem for him since he will never get a girlfriend.
‘Correction: It is the girlfriend that will never get ME. Get your facts straight,’ Yuuto sighed as he approached his household…
‘Tomorrow, I need to confront that gorilla. I’ll squeeze the details out of him,’ he thought, his anger briefly showing in a twitch of his hand, ‘One way or the other, about what happened,’ But as he reached his doorstep, he paused, noticing a figure huddled against the door.
‘Hm…?’
Yuuto’s expression hardened as he turned on the porch light.
‘…Manipulator?’
“Ah… Sakurai-senpai… Sorry, but can I… stay over? Just until early morning?” Sato asked, his voice trembling with awkwardness.
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