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Shiyon launched yet another lightning-fast punch towards Yuuto’s face.

‘Too wide. I’ll target his gut…’ Yuuto keenly observed the punch as it whizzed barely a centimeter from his face, skillfully dodging it and lunging forward, his arms poised in a boxer’s stance.
“AA-AHH! I SAW IT! PILLOW ACTUALLY DODGED ANIKI’S LIGHTNING PUNCH!”

Yuuto then dropped his stance lower, aiming a punch at the side of Shiyon’s abdomen—a shot aimed at the kidney!
But in a fraction of a second, instead of finding Shiyon’s exposed side, Yuuto saw a knee hurtling towards him.

‘Damn it! He—’

“Baited you~ <3”

Yet, Yuuto didn’t back down.
‘…I’ll make it so that it won’t matter, asshole..!’

He straightened his posture, quickly positioning his elbow over Shiyon’s advancing knee. But that alone wasn’t enough to halt the knee’s progress. So, instead of retreating, Yuuto leaned into the momentum, launching a ragged uppercut towards Shiyon’s chin.

“O-oH~?!” Shiyon’s eyes widened in surprise as he saw the punch targeting his chin. From a professional standpoint, it was a messy, unorthodox attempt. But even he recognized—
‘If that lands… I’m in a tight spot, haha~!’

With that thought, Shiyon hastily drew his head back as far as he could—but it wasn’t sufficient! Yuuto’s knuckles grazed Shiyon’s chin, connecting, albeit partially.
However, the impact sent Shiyon’s head snapping upwards as he stumbled backward, momentarily thrown off balance.

On the other side, Yuuto, reeling from his own hasty maneuver, struggled to maintain his stance, wobbling for just a second before awkwardly righting himself back to a standing position. Shiyon, too, was quickly regathering his composure.
Yuuto cast a quick glance at his elbow.

‘His kicks… They’re dangerous.’ He thought as he could feel his elbow still shaking from Shiyon’s knee.

“W-WHAT!!!? PILLOW’S FIST ACTUALLY LANDED!?” Konro exclaimed, his voice a mix of shock and disbelief.
“ANIKI!! STOP MESSING AROUND AND TAKE DOWN THAT CLOWN!!!” Gon shouted, his voice echoing with defiance.

“Gon.” Shiyon’s voice cut through the commotion, noticeably softer yet carrying an undeniable edge.
“I appreciate your enthusiasm…” he began, his presence suddenly emanating an aura that hadn’t been felt in ages.
The unmistakable thirst for violence.
“…But shut up for a minute. I’m busy,” Shiyon stated, his eyes gleaming with the intensity of a predator.

Gon and his entourage could only nod, their voices silenced by a mix of fear and respect. It was a reminder of the days when Shiyon’s rule was absolute, a reign marked by an iron fist.
“Now then~.. where were we, Saku—” Shiyon barely had time to turn before Yuuto was already on him, closing the distance with determined strides.

“You talk too much, prick.” Yuuto declared, his gaze calm but sharp as he stepped into Shiyon’s personal space, arms raised in a boxer’s guard and launching a straight right towards Shiyon’s face.

“Ooh!? Coming at me like that!?” Shiyon exclaimed, narrowly evading the punch, feeling it graze the edge of his ear.
‘I need to get close. He tends to favor his legs in tight quarters… But I’d rather take a knee than a kick. Something tells me his kicks are going to be a nightmare tomorrow…’ Yuuto mused, unleashing a left hook.

“Hmph!” Shiyon grunted, dodging the hook with a swift side-step and reaching out to grab Yuuto’s shirt.
“Consider this payback, cunt.” Yuuto shot back, adjusting his stance as he was seized.
Without hesitation, Shiyon yanked him closer.

‘This could get tricky… He’s got grappling skills too!?’ Yuuto realized with a hint of concern.

“Hahaha… You might be onto something there~!” Shiyon chuckled, his excitement palpable as he forcefully pulled Yuuto towards him, preparing for a body slam with a swift pivot.

“T-THERE IT IS!! ANIKI’S SIGNATURE MOVE!!! HE TOOK DOWN PAPER HIGH’S BOSS WITH THAT!!” The onlookers roared. Sendo watched in silence.

“PILLOW IS DONE FOR!!!” the crowd jeered, convinced of Yuuto’s imminent defeat.

…Which is why they were rather shocked of what happened next.

The moment Yuuto was lifted off the ground, he swiftly wrapped his legs around Shiyon’s waist and attempted a chokehold.
However, it was only partly successful. Shiyon quickly blocked one of Yuuto’s arms with his elbow, preventing it from fully encircling his throat. Meanwhile, his grip remained firm on Yuuto’s shirt.

The onlookers were in disbelief. “Impossible!! They’re… Equally matched!? That anime pillow and Aniki are on the same level?! I thought he was just some hermit otaku!”
“Don’t be an idiot!! Aniki is unrivaled! So what if Pillow’s got some skills? It’s all part of Aniki’s strategy!”

“But… Gon-san, look at them… They’re in a deadlock…! Aniki has only ever been matched like this when facing a King from another school! And even then, he quickly overcame and dominated. But now… They’re still locked in combat!”

“FUCK… SHUT UP, JUST SHUT UP!!! ANIKI WON’T BE DEFEATED, JUST WATCH!!” Gon erupted, his voice a storm of denial. The intensity of the battle, the unexpected prowess of a good-for-nothing recluse against their indomitable Aniki, had them on edge. The air crackled with tension, each moment stretching into eternity as two forces of nature clashed, neither willing to yield.

“Sakurai-chun..!!” Shiyon managed through a grunt, “While I’m flattered you’re finally warming up to me, this is getting a bit intense… We only met yesterday, after all… Mind letting go?~?”
“You first, Organ Harvester…!”
“…Then, at the same time~!!” Shiyon proposed. Instinctively, they both released their holds, deftly moving out of each other’s grasp.

“Sakurai-chun. That reaction time… Is not something you can get with sheer talent. You’re… Used to fists flying at your face, eh?”

“And you’re used to dicks flying at yours,” Yuuto taunted.

“…Cute. I’d really rather you would not hate me, though. I’m starting to think you weren’t held back because your scores were bad~…”

Shiyon: ‘This guy… He’s not giving it his all!’
Yuuto: ‘This bastard… He’s not using all he’s got!’

The crowd was riled up by Yuuto’s sharp words, but their respect for Shiyon’s wish to keep the conflict between them held their anger in check.
Sendo, in contrast, observed the skirmish with a calm, analytical eye, undisturbed by the insults being hurled.

“Aaah!! This guy!! He’s really pushing his luck talking to Aniki like that!” The two students Sendo had subdued earlier voiced their frustration.
One of them looked up to Sendo, noticing his composed demeanor, “Sendo-kun, aren’t you angry?! How can you stay calm when this fucker disrespects Aniki like that?!” He asked, bewildered.

Yet, Sendo remained unfazed.

“He’s not da’ type ta’ get worked up over these kinda words. If he ain’t mad, neither am I,” Sendo responded coolly.
“S-…Sendo…” They muttered, taken aback.
“He’s pretty straightforward, isn’t he? Our Sendo-kun.” The student observed, a hint of admiration in his tone.
They began to relax a bit.
“Look at Aniki’s face. He’s not even upset,” Sendo pointed out, prompting them to watch more closely.
“Aniki looks like… He’s actually enjoying this,” Sendo added, a slight smirk on his face as he still held Yuuto’s phone.
Following Sendo’s cue, they turned their gaze to Shiyon, searching for the enjoyment Sendo mentioned.

“Hah.”

“How could we forget… Aniki loves a good fight!” one of the students exclaimed, his spirits lifted.

“…But… I didn’t expect it from Anime Pillow in the slightest…”
“So, Sakurai-chun, which school did you come from? Being the previous top dog around these parts, I might know it—”

“Not telling,” Yuuto casually, yet swiftly replied.
“I really wanna know, though~” Shiyon insisted,
“Better get used to disappointment, then.” Yuuto retorted.

Shiyon couldn’t help but laugh loudly, filled with genuine amusement. “Sen-chun told me about you… I guessed you’ve been in quite a few scraps before you landed in our little INK Public School. But this…” his smile turned a touch darker, his gaze sharpening, “…This makes me curious… who’s really been in more fights between the two of us~ <3″

Yuuto left school and walked to the back of the building.

“Come out now. I could smell pig manure since I left the infirmary. Did you want to ask me out that badly?” Yuuto called confidently, his expression relaxed and blank.

“Damn, anime-pillow knows we’re here… Ooooh… I’m so scared, it’s terrible… He’s gonna pull his dick out because he thought I’m a pillow,” One mocked as the three walked around the corner, meeting Yuuto in the space between the school and the forest nearby.

“Stupid fuck. Running your mouth whenever you feel like it. Don’t think you’ll get away with it!”
The three stood in front of Yuuto, looking confident. Yuuto noticed brass knuckles on one of them.

“So, you’re Aniki, huh?” Yuuto said, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s it to you, limp-dick?” Another one of the hoodlums said.

“Do you even know what’s about to happen to you?! We’re gonna make sure you won’t run your mouth off like that to Shiyon-san ever again!” He said confidently, patting his brass knuckles.
“Uhuh.” Yuuto replied, recording them using the camera on his phone.
“Smile, cliché-looking delinquents. You’re on camera.”

Yuuto said, using his phone as a shield as he recorded the three approaching him, with malicious intent in their eyes.

They all laughed.

“This guy is really stupid. You were held back because they caught you with your anime waifu pillow in the bathrooms, right?”

“I bet he carries a sex toy with him all the time. Disgusting asshole. Looking at underage girls while jerking off… Girls from OUR school, no less.”
Is that right, Aniki!?” The other member looked at the one wielding brass knuckles with fiery eyes.

“Look at that weird-looking bitch!” He replied, “And the way he talked about Shiyon-san! Of course he does shit like that. We have to beat this fucker up. We have to protect our school!”

‘Hmm… Impressive. This school is filled with NTR-friendly tactics. The “If I say you’re bad, then you’re bad, isn’t what I say you did bad?” technique. C+ Class. Not bad. A bully’s favorite move. They make assumptions confidently, saying I did something horrible. Then, they actually start believing their own lies. Since they have credibility among their peers, their peers will believe whatever dumb things they say. In no time, everyone will see me as the scum they claim I am. Then, they will paint themselves as heroes, justifying whatever actions they want to do to me. Nice. Taking notes from Male2’s insinuation tactics, huh?’

“Well, I guess I’ll have to run away then. I’ll show this footage to the principal and get you four assholes expelled. Isn’t that nice? You’ll be tight to each other’s asses on your way to homelessness.”

They all laughed again, as two more people appeared behind Yuuto, blocking him from all directions.

“Where do you think you can run, pillow-fucker?” One of the students who appeared behind Yuuto said, malice dripping from his voice.

‘Damn it. I didn’t see these two. They’re from different classes… Well then…’
Yuuto looked around him, the group began closing in on him.

‘Now what?’

Yuuto clicked his tongue, frustration evident in his expression.

‘Hm… These brainless idiots won’t see through my bluff. Yeah, that should work.’
“Well, I guess I’ll have to upload this evidence online before you can get to me. Forgot to mention this, but it’s uploading while I’m recording. All I have to do is press a button, and this will be distri—”

“Shut the fuck up, pillow-fucker!” One of the thugs angrily interrupted Yuuto, his voice dripping with rage. “Everyone in this school fucking hates you. They all know how you disrespected Shiyon-san. We’re doing you a favor. If we beat you up now, no one will touch you later…”
A wicked smile stretched across the hoodlum’s face. 

“But we’re gonna make sure we beat you up real bad. So that everyone will be 100% sure that you’ve learned your fucking lesson. Just lie down like a good little bitch, and maybe we’ll spare your balls.”

His words earned a sinister giggle from everyone around him.

Yuuto looked down, seemingly lost in thought.

‘I suppose I could endure the beating and tough it out. I can’t let anyone discover my true identity… I’ll have to try my best to keep the wig on, though…’
As Yuuto looked down at the dirt, memories of his reflection on wet mud from his time in the mountains flooded his mind.
He remembered the grueling struggle to keep moving, the extra effort it took to push his body forward.

‘Right… I can’t afford to get injured. I’m Anti-NTR Man..! If I get hurt… it’ll be even harder to accomplish what I need to do.’

‘I guess I’ll have to fight… But something feels off… Ah! I know!’

“Before we start,” Yuuto said calmly, lifting his head to face Aniki.
“What’s that?! It’s too late for your regrets!” Aniki retorted.
“I just realized something…”

Yuuto pointed his finger at the hoodlum, putting his phone back into his pocket.
“You actually DO want to date me, don’t you? You’ve been obsessing over my genitals this whole time!” Yuuto said, smirking mockingly.

“FUCKER!!! WE’RE GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!!!” They charged at him from all sides.
Yuuto assumed a boxing stance, but then…

“Who’s going to kill who now? :)” A calm, soothing, yet eerie voice crept from behind the three hoodlums. With wide arms, it grabbed hold of them, keeping them in place.

At the same time, the other two hoodlums who were behind Yuuto were halted by the swing of a Kendo sword at their heels.

“A-ANIKI?!!” The three called out as they came to a sudden stop, feeling Shiyon’s “embrace” from behind.

“Sendo-kun?!” the other two exclaimed as they regained their footing on the ground.
“I asked… Who exactly are you planning to kill, my dear juniors?” Shiyon said with a wide smile, his gaze intense as he looked at his juniors.

“I thought we were past that…”

“A-aniki, wait! He badmouthed you—”

“If you really wanted to show that you care about my feelings, Gon-chun <3, you’d bring me chocolate for Valentine’s Day,” Shiyon interrupted, tightening his grip on Gon’s shoulder, sending shivers down his spine.

“…Because I take this,” Shiyon continued, his voice low and menacing, “rather as an attempt to hurt my feelings… And I hate that~…”
He locked his gaze with Gon’s eyes, his glare piercing.

Gon lowered his head submissively.

“I’m sorry… Aniki. I just… I couldn’t hold back my anger after hearing this guy’s shit talk!” Gon admitted, pointing at Yuuto, who calmly observed the unfolding situation.

‘Hm. Interesting. Sendo hasn’t said a word. He’s usually a bit more talkative,’ Yuuto thought, briefly glancing behind him.

Shiyon then raised his head, maintaining eye contact with Sakurai.
“Is that so? You were badmouthing me, Sakurai-chun?”

“What if I did, Organ Harvester?” Yuuto replied casually.

“Fucker!!! You dare to insult—” Gon yelled, attempting to rush forward, but was swiftly halted by Shiyon firmly placing his hand on Gon’s shoulder, guiding him back as he walked towards Yuuto.

“Well, well… Sakurai-chun, I believe it’s in our best interest to settle this like men. After all, you did badmouth me, and my juniors are watching. Let’s have a little chat, shall we?” Shiyon said with a smile, confidently striding towards Yuuto.

‘-Or so he claims…’

‘…But your expression tells me a different story, Organ Harvester.’ Yuuto slightly lowered his chin as he observed Shiyon approaching him.

“Aniki..!?”

“What’s he going to do?!”

“You can’t reason with that pillow-fucker!”

“You see, Sakurai-chun? It seems that most students in our school hold a negative opinion of you… How about we work together to change that? Consider this as both of us doing each other a small favor. You see, I always wanted to have a deep conversation with you <3”

‘Dumbass. The recording is still going. I know exactly what you’re planning. I won’t help you. The moment you get close enough, I’ll pull out my phone and record your sorry ass—’ Suddenly, Yuuto felt a swift motion. His phone was being snatched away, and it was none other than Sendo.

Yuuto quickly turned back, his voice calm as he spoke. “Give it back, Sendo. I won’t ask twice.”
“Sorry, senpai. Aniki told me ta do it. I trust him more than I trust ya.” Sendo’s voice was lower, yet steady and confident. His fingers moved swiftly, seemingly to stop the recording.

“Atta boy, Sendo-kun!!” The other former delinquent students cheered in praise.

[BACKGROUND MUSIC: MAGA – NOTORIOUS]

With another click of his tongue, Yuuto turned to face Shiyon, who was getting closer with each step.

“Now, now, Sen-chun. Didn’t I tell you that being too honest is a selfish act? You should cherish the feelings of those close to you…” Shiyon said, struggling to contain his widening smile. He was now just a step away from Yuuto.

“…You really have a knack for invading my personal space, Organ Harvester,” Yuuto remarked, his gaze fixed on Shiyon, slightly looking up to meet his eyes.
“Haha, what can I say…” Shiyon chuckled, raising both of his arms to the sides.

“Old habits…”

In a blink of an eye, Shiyon swung his fist towards Yuuto’s face.
“DIE HARD…!!” Shiyon exclaimed, his smile spreading across his face.
In that moment, Yuuto, the Anti-NTR Man, had a single instinctual thought as Shiyon’s fist came dangerously close to his face.

‘If that lands, I’m screwed…!’ Yuuto’s eyes widened, and like a wild beast, he instinctively slid sideways while raising his right arm to assume a boxer’s stance, partially blocking the incoming blow. The force of Shiyon’s punch surpassed his expectations. Yuuto’s right hand was pushed back, and Shiyon’s fist connected with the right side of his face, knocking his glasses off to the side. As his face was knocked sideways, saliva escaped from his mouth.

‘Damn it…!’ Yuuto hurriedly thought.

“I’M NOT DONE, SAKURAI-CHUN!” Shiyon yelled out in enthusiasm, grabbing Yuuto’s hair, yanking him downward, and preparing to knee him in the face.

‘Phew…’ Yuuto thought, relieved.

…As he blocked Shiyon’s lightning-fast knee with both of his hands after being yanked down.

‘… I remembered to use extra adhesive on the wig today.’ He thought, his gaze fixed on Shiyon from below.

“I knew you’d be fun, Sakurai-chun <3” He said with a smile on his face, returning Yuuto’s gaze.
“Hmph.” Yuuto grunted.
With a powerful shove, Yuuto pushed Shiyon’s knee backward, causing Shiyon’s whole body to be taken back a few steps. However, after he was knocked back, Shiyon remained standing in place as Yuuto regained his footing.

“W-WHAT THE?!?! ANIKI THREW A FIST AT PILLOW’S FACE!! And then he kneed him in the face too!”
“I COULDN’T EVEN SEE IT…!!! AMAZING..!! ANIKI… IS AS STRONG AS EVER..!!”

“But… How is Pillow still standing..?! Did you go easy on him again, like in class, Aniki!?” Gon asked with enthusiasm, noticing that the only visible mark on Yuuto was a slight bruised cheekbone.

“Haha… You guys are still so naive <3… Sakurai-chun managed to block my hits, albeit partially. I never went easy on him, too. Anyway, I know you’re all eager to join in, but I ask you to stay out of this…”

“…Sakurai-chun is mine… <3”

Shiyon declared, his enthusiasm and childlike joy evident to all.
“W-WHAT!?!? HE WAS AS FAST AS ANIKI!? THAT PILLOW GUY?!”
“I-impossible!! He’s just some lame otaku…!”

Yuuto then stood up straight, locking eyes with Shiyon.
“Sakurai-chun, do you need those glasses? Don’t worry ❤ I’ll let you pick them up before we continue~”

‘…With the space he’s given me, I could make a run for it…’

“Sakurai-chun~?” Shiyon continued, noticing Yuuto’s lack of response.
‘…I SHOULD run away… Maintaining my cover is my top priority.’ Yuuto contemplated.
“No.” Yuuto replied firmly, dismissing his glasses on the ground. 

“You intentionally targeted my glasses, you Organ Harvesting prick. I don’t need them, they’ll only get in the way…”

‘But somehow…’ Yuuto continued his inner monologue,

__________________
Sendo: “Sorry, senpai. Aniki told me ta do it. I trust him more than I trust ya.”
Sato: “I’m truly… really sorry that you have such negative thoughts about someone as amazing as Shiyon-san, Sakurai-senpai,”
Riko: “Sakurai…” “Please, just stop…”
Shun: “You know nothing about Shiyon-san. Find your stupid gossip elsewhere and leave us out of it,”
___________________

‘…I just want to beat that smug bastard’s ass.’

Yuuto thought, his fingers cracking with a mix of violence and lack of ceremony.
“I can put you back in your stinking place without these glasses, you Organ Harvester,” Yuuto declared, his face tensed with fury.

“Oho~” Shiyon let out a chuckle, seemingly unable to control himself.

“Sakurai-chun, if you talk like that… I won’t be able to hold myself!!!” Shiyon exclaimed, his smile wide and manic, as he lunged forward with his limbs ready.

The young Sendo yelled in defiance against the hoodlums who were three times bigger than him off. None of them relented. Thus, began their fight. Sendo was the first to spring forth with a fist—”STOP, STOP, STOP.”

Yuuto interrupted Sato with visible impatience.

“Look, I get that things were tough, and there was a lot of drama with Cuck getting bullied as a kid and Sendo’s close calls, but can you get to the point already?” He rolled his eyes and sighed heavily, rubbing his hand across his face.

Sato, taken aback by the interruption, stammered in response.

“W-what!? But you need to appreciate the story’s depth! Skipping details lessens its impact and—”

Sakura cut in, siding with the need for brevity.

“While I don’t agree with Sakurai-senpai’s impatience, diving deep into Shun-senpai’s misfortunes isn’t necessary… Can we just focus on the key points? We’re short on time for this lesson.”

Sato was quick to defend his approach.

“B-but the story loses its power if we don’t cover everything! It’s important to understand all he endured to fully appreciate Shiyon-san’s journey—”

Kiriko, clearly uncomfortable with the level of detail, interrupted.

“Sato-san, I respect your passion for Shiyon-san’s story and your meticulous nature, but your descriptions are quite disturbing… It’s overwhelming. Please, can we just get to the main point?”

Yukito also joined in, “Man, I love you. But be sensible, please? You know why Kiriko-chan is here, right? Describing Riko-senpai’s assault was just over the top…”

Reluctantly, Sato agreed, his frustration evident in his voice.

Sato, clearly frustrated, conceded. “Fine! But don’t blame me if it loses its impact.”

He then proceeded, “Sendo, severely beaten, was left bruised and bleeding. As the thugs prepared for another blow, Shun-senpai and Riko-senpai could only watch in horror. At that moment, Shiyon-san, the feared school leader, arrived. Taking control, he scolded his gang with a wooden kendo sword, ensuring they understood the repercussions of tarnishing his reputation. ‘Don’t cause any unnecessary trouble for me, or else,’ he warned ominously. After addressing his gang, he turned to the shocked onlookers, Shun-senpai, Riko-senpai, and an injured Sendo-kun, who spat curses at him. Shiyon-san remained cold and detached, then left with his entourage, leaving a charged silence behind.”

Sato continued, “Over time, Sendo-kun’s resilience began to influence Shiyon-san, leading to significant changes in his character. Inspired by these changes, Shiyon-san founded The Disciplinary Committee to combat violence and gang activity in our school and neighboring ones. The club was effective, and after a year and a half, it was disbanded due to reduced violence, though it remains as a precaution, endorsed by the principal.”

“There. Happy?” Sato finished,

Kiriko, Yuuto, Sakura, and Yukito: “YES.”

Sato pouted, crossing his arms. “Hmmmph…!”

Yuuto leaned closer, eyebrows furrowing. “So let me get this straight. Everyone looks up to this guy just because he beats up any troublemakers? Basically, this school is full of weaklings who can’t handle their own problems and need someone else to step in.”

Sato nodded. “That’s not quite right, Sakurai-senpai.”

Yuuto raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”

“Most of the students here used to be bullies or troublemakers. I’ve been around since middle school, so I know. Even in your class, there are actually quite a lot of former troublemakers. Previously dangerous ones, too.”

Yuuto blinked. “Seriously? They seem like a bunch of sheep to me…” He replied, recalling the faces of the students in his classroom in disbelief.

Sato leaned back, a wry smile playing on his lips. “Haha… I don’t know where you’re getting the sheep part from, but the fact you ran into Shun-senpai and Riko-senpai was quite the stroke of luck.” His gaze flickered toward the window, as if seeking answers beyond the glass. “They’re probably amongst the very few students here who were never violent to begin with.”

Sato leaned in, his voice low, almost conspiratorial. “What Shiyon-san did was gather up all of the troublemakers. With Sendo-kun as his moral compass, he tried to rehabilitate them into better people.” His eyes held a hint of admiration. “The school, teetering on the edge of closure, found a lifeline when those troublemakers followed Shiyon’s example and changed for the better.”

He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. “And you know those hoodlums I mentioned—the ones who tormented Shun-senpai and Riko-senpai? They’re right in your classroom. But now, they’re a part of the students Shiyon-san transformed into better people. They were also here since middle-school, and Riko-senpai and Shun-senpai transferred to this school when they made it to first-year of high-school.”

Yuuto remained silent, contemplating Sato’s words and his explanation.

“Sakurai-senpai, I don’t get why you hate Shiyon-san or think he’s a bad guy. But try to see things from everyone else’s point of view. I really don’t think he’s a bad person, and considering you’re both the same age, I honestly believe you two would get along,” Sato said with a smile. Kiriko, Yukito, and Sakura all looked at Sato, happy and relaxed.

But then there was Yuuto.

‘If I was an idiot, I might’ve believed this bullshit,’ Yuuto scoffed internally.

“I don’t buy it. I don’t trust him,” he stated bluntly.

Everyone turned to look at Yuuto, shocked.

“Why!? Many students have experienced firsthand how—” Sato started, before being cut off by Yuuto again.

“I’m not saying your story isn’t true. Your school might’ve been in deep shit, and this organ-harvester guy saved it with his supposed good deeds. As much as I hate that organ-harvester smooth-talker, I’m open to whatever you said he did in the past. What I’m saying is, I just don’t trust him and his real agenda. Your words, in particular, don’t mean anything to me, and can’t convince me otherwise,” Yuuto said casually.

“Why? Sakurai-senpai…” Sakura called out softly.

“Sakurai, seriously? You think you can just say whatever you want without consequences?” Yukito said, his tone aggressive.

“Shut up, Cuck N#2, I wasn’t talking to you. Just stay in your little cuck chair and be quiet while the adult talks,” Yuuto casually retorted, looking at Yukito with a nonchalant expression.

“What the hell did you just say!?” Yukito shouted, almost jumping from his seat.

Kiriko’s eyes widened in shock upon hearing Yuuto’s words.

“Sakurai, that’s enough! Since you seem fine, I’m going to ask you to leave the infirmary and return to class,” the nurse intervened as she hurriedly entered upon seeing Yukito ready to retaliate.

“Sure, the atmosphere was getting thick in here,” Yuuto replied, glancing at the nurse and Yukito for a few seconds before getting up and heading towards the exit.

Sato clenched his fists tightly. “I’m truly… really sorry that you have such negative thoughts about someone as amazing as Shiyon-san, Sakurai-senpai,” Sato blurted out, his gaze fixed on Yuuto’s back. Yuuto paused just before leaving the infirmary. “He is a good person, albeit with flaws. I’m… I can just sense it. And I hope you’ll see it one day.”

Yuuto let out a sigh. “You can sense it? You?” He turned around to meet Sato’s gaze.

Sato tilted his head a bit in curiosity, “What do you mean by that, Sakurai-senpai?”

“I don’t know where you got the idea that distinguishing between good and bad people is so easy, but I’ll admit that some individuals have a knack for it. Unfortunately for you, you’re not one of them.”

Yuuto casually blurted as he looked at Sato with a half-awake, annoyed gaze.

“I beg to differ. People aren’t so complicated, Sakurai-senpai!” Sato replied, hopeful and confident of himself.

“Why do you distrust Sato-kun so much!? He is your club president! He took you into his club and he looks after everyone whenever he can!” Sakura said in defiance,

Yuuto let out a chuckle, earning a frown from everyone present.

“Look at that, Sato. You managed to fool just about everyone with your saintly acts and holy facade. But I know who you really are.”

“Do you… Have something against me, Sakurai-senpai?” Sato asked reluctantly. Yuuto wasted no time in replying.

‘He really does have a way with words, that Sato. If I wasn’t who I am, I’d have fell for this fairytale.’

“Matter of fact, I do. One of those things are how you talk about how you sense goodwill, but you failed to see through the true nature of those male1 and— Ahem… What were their names again? Yato and Tatsuya, right? I noticed how you were all buddy-buddy with them, and look how that turned out. They turned out to be scumbags who harassed your Senpais and almost drugged one of them. So, either you’re a goody-two-shoes, too much of a spineless coward who can only sweet-talk people stronger than you, or just plain stupid. One thing’s for sure, I won’t take your word for it when it comes to the organ-harvester and his supposed good character.”

“Sakurai-senpai, that’s too—” Sakura attempted to protest, but Yuuto swiftly turned around, his expression filled with annoyance, and he briskly exited the infirmary.

As Yuuto strutted out, Yukito immediately erupted, “That fucking bastard! Senior or not, how dare he talk to you like that?! I’ll teach him a lesson—” Yukito passionately blurted, but was quickly calmed by Kiriko’s gentle grasp on his wrist.

“It’s just not worth it. Remember? Yukito… What Shiyon-san taught us?” she said, her tone heavy and her gaze piercing yet calm.

“I know… I know!!” Yukito replied, lowering his voice. “I’m just…!! I’m just so pissed! He’s such a piece of trash! You went out of your way for him, and he just threw it all back in your face.”

“It’s okay, Yukito-san.” Sato turned to him, wearing a casual yet solemn smile on his face.

“Why are you saying that?! That was anything but okay, Sato-kun!” Yukito replied, looking at Sato in confusion.

“It is. Even though he lacked finesse, it’s Sakurai-senpai’s opinion after all. I really do want to talk to him more about it if possible since we’re clubmates… And at the very least, make it so that none of us has to enter the clubroom uncomfortably.”

Kiriko finally spoke up, her voice laced with frustration. “Sato-kun… You’re too damn idealistic. Some people are just born scum. This Sakurai guy flunked his senior year twice in his previous school. Can’t you see it? He’s a lost cause… I genuinely want everyone to get along in this school. But… I think it’s too late for him to change.”

They all hung their heads, even the nurse silently agreeing with the kids.

But Sato let out a sigh and grinned. “No worries! I don’t believe Sakurai-senpai needs to change, honestly.”

Kiriko & Yukito: “Huh?”

Sato then turned to Sakura and asked, “Somehow I feel like you know what I mean, right?”

“Huh…?” Sakura raised her head, her voice barely a whisper. “Know… What, Sato-kun?”

“That only bad people need to change! So, trying to reform someone who’s already good is impossible from the start!” Sato explained with a smile.

Sakura’s lips curled into a small smirk as her cheeks flushed slightly.

“Sakura…?” Kiriko called out, noticing her silence regarding Yuuto.

Yukito chimed in, a sense of resignation in his voice. “Sato-kun… I really don’t want to argue with you about this, but where on earth did you get that dumb idea?”

“Well… Sendo-kun’s face would light up whenever he saw him,” Sato said, scratching his head.

“What? Seriously? That’s your clue?” Kiriko exclaimed, utterly astonished.

“Why not? It was Shiyon-san’s clue, after all.”

They all burst into laughter.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do with you, man,” Yukito playfully remarked.

“The Overly Hopeful Fool… Sato-kun, that suits you perfectly,” Kiriko said with a resigned sigh, a tired smile stretching across her lips.

“Well! I’ll leave you two to catch up. I have to get back to class,” Sato said as he stood up. “Oh, by the way, who was it that saved you? I’d REALLY like to thank them on your behalf.”

“Ahh… I…” Kiriko pondered, recalling the events in the bathroom.

“I honestly can’t remember… His voice felt strangely familiar, and he was wearing a long-sleeved high-school shirt… Unfortunately, too many guys wear those around here… Other than that, he had short hair… I think,” she trailed off, her voice filled with uncertainty.

“Hmph. Is that so? Well, that’s unfortunate! But it’s great to know that our school has someone like that! Our very own mysterious hero!” Sato exclaimed with a smirk.

Sakura lowered her head, a small smile playing on her lips, unnoticed by the others.

“Alright, take care and get well soon!” Sato said before strolling out of the room.

Meanwhile, in the empty hallways of the school, Yuuto walked alone, unknowingly being followed by three individuals.

“There’s that pillow-fucker. See him, Konro?” one of them whispered.

“Yeah, I see him,” the other replied.

“Mitsuki, are you ready?” the leader asked.

“Yes, Aniki!” Mitsuki responded eagerly.

“Let’s show this bastard what happens when you mess with the 3Flash.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

Yuuto’s Terms of Service:

*NEW* 12. Upon breaking Clause 10, your situation will be reevaluated accordingly.

Yuuto: “That’s cool and all, but why’s the title in Japanese now? Filthy weeb.”

Rich, coming from you, pillow.

_______________________________

Sato: “The situation in our school was very bad 2 years ago, you see. Two years ago, it was teetering on the edge of closure, consumed by chaos and depravity. Bullying, delinquent gang wars, and even acts as vile as rape and manslaughter were disturbingly common. The students lived in perpetual fear, as they faced relentless torment and targeting on a daily basis. It was like a prison, where the law of the jungle prevailed, and the stronger devoured the weaker, like a never-ending cycle of brutality.”

_______2 YEARS AGO, INK Public School________

[Warning: Disgusting, Violence. Sexual Violence. Viewer’s discretion is advised!] – By Sato Shizume.

“Augh!” His back slammed against the ground with a thunderous thud, the air whooshing from his lungs.

“Man, this shithead’s got some nerve, waltzing into our turf,” sneered a hoodlum, his high-school outfit disheveled and reeking of defiance. He glared at the freshman sprawled on the ground, the contempt in his voice palpable.

“Ow… I-I’m sorry… I didn’t know this was your turf…! W-we were just headed to our school—” The timid boy’s apology was cut short by a vicious stomp to his leg, a rubber sole imprinting pain and fear.

“Gaaarrggggh!!” Agony contorted his face, muscles twitching in excruciating pain.

“Did I fuckin’ say you could talk? And straight to excuses, huh? Open your mouth again, and see what happens!” The bully’s weight bore down mercilessly on the freshman’s leg, his threat laced with venom.

Riko (15 years old): “SHUN!!!” Riko’s voice, strained with worry, cut through the air. She then turned to the bully, defiance in her eyes, “STOP IT! We haven’t done anything to you—” But her protest was silenced as the hoodlum grabbed her chin, yanking her face close to his with a menacing grip.

Shun (15 years old): “Riko!!” Shun’s cry, filled with horror and helplessness, echoed from the ground. His eyes, already wide with pain, grew even larger with fear for Riko.

“Shit, you’ve got a pretty one here. Freshman girls are always such a treat,” he leered, his eyes raking over her. His friends snickered lewdly, surrounding the pair.

“Most of them are still virgins at this age, Aniki! Virgin girls… they’re the tightest,” one of the delinquents chimed in, his comment dripping with vile intent.

Riko squirmed, trying desperately to break free from the iron grip on her chin and the hands that pinned her arms, before getting slapped on the face from the big hoodlum.

“Just be a good little bitch and stay put for a sec..”

“H-HEY!!! LET GO OF HER!!” Shun called, his voice shivering with doubt and fear as he clenched his fist on the dirty concrete ground.

“Huuh?” The hoodlum tossed her chin away, turned around and walked back to Shun.

“I uh.. I mean—” Shun mumbled, but the hoodlum’s foot was quicker – as it was sent to his mouth, sending his head flying in the other direction.

“Look at this, boys… Two pussies at the same time!” He mocked, earning a laughter all around, but the concerned voice of the pinned Riko, “Shun!”

Blood began flowing down from his nose. A vein had ruptured. But that was the least of his problems. His world was spinning, his vision was blurry and his ears were ringing… At that moment, he couldn’t believe an adult’s kick, much less a high-schooler’s kick could pack so much power.

The thug then ducked while on his toes, bending his head toward’s Shun who was on the ground entirely.

He looked at him for a few seconds, as if seizing Shun.

“You see, freshman. This might be your lucky day.”

“…?” Shun blinked weakly as he tried to focus his vision on him.

“I have an ear infection. Look.” He turned his head, showing his ear, full of mucus and ear-wax. A mixture of yellow and black.

Shun felt a wretch surging in his stomach. It even had a nasty smell and it wasn’t even near him.

“Pretty bad, ain’t it..? I didn’t clean it in a while…” He added, as he scooped a large amount of wax from his ear and took it out, putting it near Shun’s face.

Shun felt his gag reflex kicking in as he looked away from the large amount he has.

“…It would be great if you could help me clean it with that mouth of yours, since I don’t have any tissues on me. Who knows, I might even take you in,” He suggested with a blank expression, and eyelids wide open as he looked at Shun, dead in the eyes.

“Eww, aniki… So fucking nasty~” The other guys giggled.

Riko wanted to scream, but instead lost strength in her legs due to fright – as she took in the sight of Shun’s bloody face and stained clothes, recalling the kick he had just received. Just then, she had the epiphany, that maybe, if they just took it all quietly, they would eventually leave them alone…

…If only things were that convenient.

“…” Shun didn’t say a word, instead of struggling, he fought against the urge to throw up after considering the idea.

The hoodlum then tilted his head as he looked at Shun with his finger still sticking out with all the ear mucus.

“Hmm… You won’t do it? I see… Konro, see what kinda noise that slut makes when you squeeze her.” He turned to his lackey who pinned Riko.

The lackey then released one arm and began fondling her breast. Her eyes widened with shock as a surprised moan came out of her.

“Ahn!!” She let out in surprise.

“Tschee… What a slut… What kinda moan is that…?” The hoodlum said.

Not a moment later afterward, Shun gulped and put the hoodlum’s entire finger in his mouth.

‘Endure,’ Shun thought to himself as he squeezed his eyes shut, almost enthusiastically licking the ear mucus of the hoodlum’s finger.

If diseases had a taste, this must’ve been it. A wretch climbing up his stomach with every swirl – as the hoodlum’s expression remained cold and unchanged…

But something was strange.

Riko’s moans didn’t stop.

He opened his eyes, noticing that they didn’t stop caressing her body. She was struggling, but there wasn’t much she could do before their superior strength.

“Oh, this?” The hoodlum said, noticing Shun’s surprised gaze at Riko.

“I said suck on it, I never said we’d stop checking the goods.” The hoodlum said with his cold, expressionless face.

Rage resurfaced. Shun looked at the bully’s face, unchanged, unshaken. How could he do this?

As Riko’s moans continued, his teeth began shaking… ‘Bite that guy’s finger off,’ a thought arose in his mind.

Yet before he could act on it, the hoodlum’s tone pierced through his line of thought.

“Don’t get any funny ideas…” He said as he felt a shift within Shun’s mouth.

“If you do anything, I’ll pluck your tongue out, little pussy.” He said as he inserted his thumb into his mouth forcefully, placing it beneath his tongue. “My fingernails are really sharp. Swallow it whole.” He muttered, referring to the mucus Shun was gurgling…

‘Bite it,’

‘Bite it,’

‘Bite it even in the expense of your tongue…’

‘BITE IT OFF!!’

Shun felt a surge of emotions, for a second – he turned into a wolf staring down his prey…

But all of that faded as he saw that alert expression of the hoodlum. He knew in that moment, as he stared into his cold eyes, that he would not hesitate to kill him.

“What? You got a problem with that?” He threatened quietly.

In a moment, all of that fighting spirit faded, and he swallowed the mucus.

“Took you too fucking long,” He said, as he immediately plunged his finger deeper inside his mouth, causing him to gag and puke on the asphalt.

“S-SHUN…!!” Riko cried, her voice weak and breaking off.

“Now I’m not gonna put you as my underling.” He said as he rose up from the ground turning around to Riko after confirming that Shun was shivering too much to be able to move.

“And look at those huge boobs… Goddamn, freshman – keeping that ass all to yourself. Your Senpais will teach you how to share. Hey, Konro, let me also have some of that…” He said, still keeping a cold expression as he examined Riko, head to toe. He outstretched his palm, reaching for her breasts.

Yet just before his touch reached her,

He was then powerfully kicked in the balls from behind.

“SHUT DA FUCK UP, RAPIST!! YER BOOBS ARE MUCH BIGGER DAN ANY GIRL’S IN DA SCHOOL!” – Sendo (12 years old)

“Oooophhheeeek?!” His cry of pain was almost girlish as he curled into himself in agony.

“A-Anik—” Before the other member could respond, Sendo rushed and headbutted his ballsack.

“Ooooooweeehhhkk!!!?”

“Who the fuck.. Is this pipsqueak!?” The hoodlum, while holding his now-sensitive crotch area called as he was struggling to gain his balance.

“Sendo…!” The third member of the group let go of Riko in a rush, causing her to tumble towards Shun and caught Sendo’s hand before Sendo could make a move on him, “What did I tell you, you little shit!? Go anywhere near us, and you’re dead mea— GAAAARRRRGH!!!?” Before the third member could finish his sentence, Sendo’s jaw locked on his wrist, clenching with all of his might.

“Shth-uph! Who shivesh a fusch avouth whas ya raphishsh shay!? (Shut up! Who gives a fuck about what you rapists say!?)” Sendo replied, glaring at the third member while chewing on his wrist.

Yuuto, his interest piqued, decided to follow Sato. He maintained a discreet distance, weaving through the empty hallways of the school. To his surprise and growing curiosity, Sato’s destination coincided with his own intended one – the infirmary.

‘Hm? What’s he got to do there? He ran so quickly, I doubt he has any pains… Diarrhea?’

Slipping into the infirmary just behind Sato, Yuuto quickly scanned the room. His gaze settled on a scene that caught him off guard. There, lying on one of the beds, was Kiriko. She appeared exhausted, her features drawn and pale. Beside her, showing obvious concern, was her boyfriend Yukito, gently caressing her cheeks as she looks deeply into his eyes, calm and relieved despite her fragile condition. Standing a little apart, yet equally worried, was Sakura, her eyes fixed on Kiriko with a mix of concern and confusion.

‘Tsk. Of course, she’d go here. Idiot of a boyfriend, take her to a hospital and get that drug checked out… Well, I got that covered, but I had truly thought the school system wasn’t that flawed… The world would truly have been lost without me,’ Yuuto thought, his ego the size of the moon.

‘A mere moon cannot possibly equate to the size of my brains,’ He thought with a sigh as he walked into the infirmary unceremoniously. The nurse sitting on her desk, filling out and writing notes.

“Ah, Sakurai. Back already?” she called out, seated comfortably with her legs crossed in her crisp white uniform, a small white hat adorning her head. A nametag on her chest displayed her name and occupation.

At the sound of his name, Sakura’s heart skipped a beat. She kept her eyes focused on Kiriko, feigning indifference to Yuuto’s entrance.

“I couldn’t concentrate with this pain. That Shiyon character sure packs a punch,” Yuuto muttered, gently caressing his bandaged hand as he walked toward an unoccupied bed.

Kiriko, despite her weakness, was the only one who noticed Sakura’s subtle reaction to Yuuto’s voice, raising an eyebrow curiously.

“I think I should let it rest,” Yuuto added, settling onto the bed.

Sato turned from the ailing Kiriko, looking over his shoulder.

“Oh, Sakurai-senpai! If I’d known you were headed here, I would have waited!” Sato exclaimed, his eyes briefly darting to Yuuto’s bandage. Meanwhile, Yukito, Kiriko’s boyfriend, remained deeply focused on his frail girlfriend.

‘Pretending to care so much… Yuck. I can sense your insincerity, just shut up, hero.’ Yuuto thought as he lay nonchalantly on the bed, gazing upward.

“That looks pretty bad. What happened?” Sato asked, his voice filled with innocent concern.

“Your senpai thought it was a smart idea to challenge the returning school idol to an arm-wrestling match after provoking him. Seems like Shiyon-kun held back when he beat you, Sakurai,” the nurse commented, rising from her seat and approaching Yuuto’s bed. She sat down nearby and began examining his arm.

“Sharing without my consent, dear nurse?” Yuuto taunted.

“My clinic, my rules. Besides, if it’s Shizume-kun, it’s alright. He’s a good boy.” She replied, her voice tender.

‘Pesky nurse.’

“Haha.. Thank you miss..” Sato scratched his head, his face a bit red from embarrassment. “But… Ehh… You provoked Shiyon-san?” Sato asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice, yet underlined with a knowing tone.

“I just mispronounced his name. Sue me. Besides, it looks like everyone else took more offense to that than he did. Talk about a school full of brainwashed morons,” Yuuto replied, oversimplifying the actual events.

The nurse frowned at Yuuto’s words but continued her examination, her body obscuring Yuuto’s torso from Kiriko, Yukito, Sakura, and Sato.

Sakura, Yukito and Kiriko all frowned at that statement, showing obvious disapproval of Yuuto’s words.

“You shouldn’t say that, Sakurai-senpai. None of us are brainwashed idiots. That’s not nice, and I think you should take that back,” Sato said, standing up and walking over to Yuuto, his expression now noticeably tenser.

Yuuto chuckled, arching his head to look past the nurse’s shoulder at Sato’s tense gaze. “Even YOU can’t maintain your saintly act when I talk about your idol like that. What did he do to make all of you follow him like cultists?”

Sato took a deep breath, his expression softening slightly. “I’ll tell you his story,” he said, a hint of reluctance in his voice.

Yuuto’s eyebrows rose slightly in surprise. ‘Should’ve provoked this fool right from the start. Just insult Organ Harvester in front of his blind admirers, and they’re eager to defend him,’ he thought, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, hidden from view.

“…But only if you apologize to us,” Sato added, his gaze firm and his tone steady as he leaned down to meet Yuuto’s eyes, who lay on the bed.

“Make me, main character,” Yuuto retorted defiantly, his eyes locking with Sato’s.

They held each other’s gaze, a tense silence hanging in the air.

“…Apologize,” Sato insisted, his voice unwavering.

“No. If you want an apology, give me a valid reason. As it stands, I see no reason to believe you’re not all brainwashed,” Yuuto countered. The frowns deepened around the room, and Sakura’s initial excitement faded into frustration.

“I said, apologize. Even if you think we’re brainwashed, there’s no excuse for being rude,” Sato insisted firmly.

“Well, I said, I won’t apologize without a good reason. So, tell me the story,” Yuuto persisted.

‘I won’t bow down to you, manipulator. You want my attention? Earn it, or better yet, pay 10,000 Yen.’

“Sakurai…” the nurse began, her focus on his arm, “Being this stubborn and immature isn’t going to help your final year be any smoother,” she advised calmly.

“Sorry, but threats won’t work on me, nurse,” Yuuto responded with an informal tone, glancing briefly at the nurse before his eyes returned to Sato. “Just tell me the story, and we can all move on with our day,” he suggested casually.

“It wasn’t meant as a threat…” the nurse muttered, her resignation palpable.

Taking a deep breath, Sato closed his eyes briefly. “Then I won’t tell you,” he declared, opening his eyes. He turned and walked back to Kiriko’s bedside.

“Fine,” Yuuto replied swiftly, undeterred.

‘I’ll just ask other students. Surely someone will crack—’

“I…” Sakura began, drawing everyone’s attention, “I’ll tell my friends not to share the story with Sakurai-senpai either. Don’t worry, Sato-san.” She spoke with nonchalance, her eyes fixed on Sato.

‘…Damn it!! THIS BITCH!’

“Some people just aren’t worthy of knowing about Shiyon and why he’s so revered,” Sakura added, her gaze shifting to the window, turning away from everyone.

‘You… You manipulative little bitch… How dare you…?!!!’ Yuuto seethed inwardly, his mind racing. As Sato remained silent, affirming Sakura’s stance, Yuuto felt cornered, while the nurse, still focused on his arm, bore a knowing smile. ‘Fufu… Interesting…’ she thought to herself.

The room fell silent.

Yuuto inhaled deeply, narrowing his eyes as he gathered his resolve.

‘I need that story.’ He thought as he gulped. ‘There might be crucial details about how he lures his victims…’

‘It’s just an apology. A means to an end… It doesn’t change what I feel about this school of numb nuts… It. DOES. NOT.’

Swallowing hard, Yuuto started, “I… I take back… what I said about brainwashing and the people at this school. Though, I can’t promise I’ll keep that opinion after I hear his story,” he said, his voice faltering and trailing off.

Sato sighed softly as a smile cracked on his face, as Sakura, Kiriko and Yukito couldn’t help but chuckle quietly.

“I’ll take it, then, Senpai!” Sato said in excitement. “I’ll tell you the story about Shiyon-san, and why everyone here love him.” He said as he turned around and walked over to Yuuto.

‘…..’

Shiyon stood confidently in front of the class and continued, “….Therefore, to properly celebrate his arrival, Sen-chun and I have decided to organize a small Kendo tournament exclusively for our Kendo club members. And Yuuno-chun will be the one to face the champion in a match.”

“Wohaaa!!” The class erupted in cheers at the announcement.

“But this guy… To face the champion without even competing in the preliminaries…? Is he that strong, Shiyon-san?” one student asked, a mix of curiosity and skepticism in his voice.

“N-No way, he just transferred here! And Sendo-kun can even beat third-year students! There’s no way Sendo would lose to a newcomer in Kendo,” another girl chimed in, voicing her doubt.

“Don’t be so quick to judge… Didn’t you hear what Shiyon-san said? This Yuuno is ALSO Shiyon-san’s brother. Plus, he’s two years older than Sendo-kun… Who knows how strong he might be?! And to think he’d transfer halfway through the year…” another student countered, sparking a buzz of speculation and excitement among the classmates.

“Yeah, imagine that. Two people like Shiyon-san at our school… If he joins the club too, we’d be unstoppable,” another student remarked, their excitement evident.

“Well…” Shiyon started, scratching his head thoughtfully, “To answer your questions, yes, he’s strong. To be honest, I’m not even sure if Sen-chun could beat him. As for him joining the Kendo club, it’s unlikely. He’s not a fan of Kendo,” Shiyon explained with a smile.

“E-Eh?! He HATES Kendo, but you say he can beat Sendo-kun!?” The students collectively expressed their surprise, clearly intrigued as to why Shiyon, the founder of the Kendo club, would have a brother who dislikes the sport… And the same one can beat even Sendo.

“Well, hehe… I guess you’ll just have to wait and see. Since this is happening two weeks before your sports festival, the teachers have agreed to allocate the final time slot of the day for it. So, get ready!” Shiyon concluded, leaving the students buzzing with anticipation.

The bell rang, marking the beginning of the in-between morning classes break. With a quick goodbye, Shiyon and the teacher exited the classroom, along with Sakura and the rest of Class 2. As soon as they left, a buzz of excitement filled the room. The students, now animated and lively, plunged into a flurry of conversations, each group caught up in their own world of chatter and anticipation.

“Shiyon-san is so nice… Everyone respects him so much… He must have been an exemplary student, right?” one student mused to his friend as they sat in the classroom.

“Haha, an exemplary student!?” The group chuckled at his assumption.

“W-what..?” The first student hummed in surprise, clearly not in on the joke.

“Oh, right – you only joined our school at the start of the second year of high school, so you wouldn’t know.”

“Wouldn’t know what?”

“Shiyon-san wasn’t always this cheerful and open…” His friend began to explain, but before he could continue, they both felt a chilling presence, like a swamp alligator lurking behind them in the classroom.

They quickly turned around.

“PILLOW!?” they both exclaimed in shock, “Weren’t you in the infirmary!?”

“I got my arm bandaged. No, don’t mind me. Go on, spill it out. I’m all ears. I’ll even lend you a doujin. John was quite the dick, huh?” Pillow asked nonchalantly, adjusting his glasses with his bandaged arm effortlessly.

‘You too now?’ Hardcore Anime Pillow user that believes his pillow has a real soul in it thought to thin air.

“Euh, somehow the way you refer to him pisses me off even more, even though it’s his real name…” one of the two who turned around pointed out, irritation lacing his words.

“This doesn’t concern you, anime pillow! Back off!” the other snapped.

“Whoa, I’m just interested in Chinchinyon-san’s backstory. I’m getting mad negative vibes here. No one gets a discount now—”

“Shut the fuck up! Who are you to talk about Shiyon-san like that!? Just because you’re two years older doesn’t make you respectable. Scum!” A girl, overhearing the conversation, interrupted Yuuto, her friends nodding in agreement.

‘Overly protective, these guys… He did a pretty good job brainwashing them all,’ he thought to himself.

“Stupid weirdo. Nobody likes you here! Even Shun-san looks disgusted whenever he sees you!” another girl muttered under her breath.

“I actually feel sorry for him and Riko. Having to endure anime pillow behind you all year…” one student mocked with a scoff.

“I actually saw him walking here with his anime pillow… I think it was Mikoko’s…” a guy claimed, sneering.

“Ew… So creepy…!” A few girls reacted with a mix of sneers and disgust.

“Acting like he’s on the same level as Shiyon-san… What a creep!”

Chatter filled the classroom, whispers swirling around Yuuto. He straightened his back, hearing the weight of everyone’s jeers and giggles. His already infamous reputation seemed to plummet even further. Even Shun and Riko remained silent, neither defending nor joining in.

‘They’re doing it so openly now.’ Yuuto internally sighed.

But it was Yuuto after all.

“I’m sorry,” he said loudly, his voice steady as he adjusted his fake glasses, “You seem to have mistaken me for someone who gives a damn. Now, continue with your story about that asshole Ching-chong, I’m curious.”

“GET OUT OF HERE!” An empty bottle flew across the classroom, striking Yuuto’s head.

“YEAH, SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY! DON’T TALK ABOUT SHIYON-SAN LIKE THAT!!”

‘Hm,’ Yuuto thought to himself, unfazed.

He turned and walked over to Shun and Riko.

“Hey, cuckoo. What’s the story with Shosho here?” Yuuto asked calmly and loudly.

“Sakurai,” Shun said sternly, turning to face him, his expression tight with barely contained anger.

“You know nothing about Shiyon-san. Find your stupid gossip elsewhere and leave us out of it,” he said, his voice strained as he tried to control his rising anger.

“Haha, what’s this, cuckoo? Speaking for your girlfriend now?” Yuuto replied, chuckling without a hint of hesitation.

“Sakurai…”

“Please, just stop…” Riko turned to him, her face etched with exhaustion and desperation, catching Yuuto off guard.

“Stop? Stop what? Like all of you, I just want to know what’s so special about Fagoochini and you’re being defensive like he’s God or something.”

Riko sighed, a look of despair in her eyes. She exchanged a glance with Shun, and together, they took a deep breath, choosing not to respond to Yuuto.

“Come on, I’m curious. Tell me the story and I’ll give you a free doujin,” Yuuto offered, turning to address the entire class with a loud, clear voice. Despite his proposition, the room remained silent, filled with a palpable tension that seemed fragile enough to snap at the slightest provocation.

Undeterred, Yuuto continued, “I know most of you are lame virgins, so you’d definitely appreciate stuff like that. Come on. Humor me. Maybe you’ll even make me change my mind about your precious Byongchon.”

The students remained silent. But stares of mockery turned to stares of hatred aimed at Yuuto. The students tightened their fists and gritted their teeth.

“Is your precious Bashion so uninteresting that you won’t share his stories?” Yuuto taunted with a smirk.

“Sakurai. We’ll beat the crap out of you if you don’t—” a student, backed by his group, began angrily, turning towards Yuuto. Their threat was cut short by the sound of the classroom door sliding open. The math teacher had entered.

“What is this? Mr. Sakurai, why aren’t you seated?” The teacher asked Yuuto, her arrival silencing the hostile student.

“Just stretching my limbs. I’ve been to the infirmary, but my hand still hurts. May I leave?” Yuuto replied calmly, showing the teacher his bandaged arm.

With a sigh, the teacher nodded, permitting Yuuto to leave. As he walked out, the students’ silent resentment towards him was palpable, though unnoticed by the teacher.

“Let’s beat him up after class,” the previously angry student whispered to his friends as soon as Yuuto was out of earshot.

“Yeah, that anime pillow fucker went too far insulting Shiyon-san. He’s new here; he knows nothing about us.”

“You still got the brass knuckles?”

“Always do,” another replied, subtly gesturing towards his backpack.

“…Good. It’s about time we teach Mr. Senior here some manners.” The group of three murmured among themselves, plotting their revenge against Yuuto.

“I stayed away from him just because he stayed a year twice. But no way he’s dangerous. Probably just a delusional shut-in.”

“Well, the charitable us are going to bring him back to reality.” They all shared malicious giggles.

Other students overheard the whispered threats but chose to remain silent. Some even wore faint smiles, seemingly in agreement.

As the teacher instructed everyone to open their books, Riko turned to Shun, initiating a silent conversation.

“Remind me why you’re friends with him?” she asked, her curiosity evident.

“We’re not friends,” Shun responded coldly.

Riko paused, observing Shun for a moment before speaking. “…Either way, stay away from him from now on.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” Shun replied, his voice firm, a trace of frustration evident, which Riko didn’t miss.

“I didn’t mean it that way,” she said gently.

He looked up, confusion clear on his face, as Riko gestured discreetly towards a particular group of students in the classroom.

“…They’ve targeted him, haven’t they?” Shun deduced.

Riko nodded in confirmation.

“Well, he’s put himself in this mess. Always acting so superior, as if he rules everyone. He can get himself out of it, right? Frankly, he was asking for it,” Shun said calmly, opening his math book.

“Insulting Shiyon-san like that… Who does he think he is?” he muttered, his teeth gritting slightly with annoyance.

Riko gave Shun a look of understanding, then returned to her own desk, opening her math book as well.

Yuuto sighed as he walked the hallway.

‘Well, now how am I supposed to get any information out of them? Stirring the pot clearly didn’t help… Strange. I expected them to jump at the chance to defend their idol, to tell me how amazing he is. For now, I should head to the infirmary. I don’t want to give the teachers any more reasons to—’

“Oh, Sakurai-senpai!” A cheerful, yet loud voice rang out in urgency as the speaker jogged down the hallway.

Yuuto turned, ‘Sato—’ His thought was abruptly cut short as Sato breezed right past him.

“Sorry! I’ve got to be somewhere!” Sato called back, his figure quickly disappearing as he took a turn at the end of the hallway.

‘Suspicious,’ Yuuto thought, his curiosity piqued.

“Sakuran-chi! Good to see you! But shouldn’t you be in class?” A cheerful, warm voice called out just as Yuuto disappeared from sight.

Startled, Sakura quickly turned around, her gaze landing on Shiyon. “A-ahh, Shiyon-san! I was… uh… just on my way to the bathroom, and I thought I’d say hi!” she stammered, caught off guard.
Shiyon’s smile widened slightly, a hint of slyness in his expression. “Oh, stopping by to say hi…”
He paused, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. “Was it to me, or… someone else? Sakurai just left the classroom, so it couldn’t have been him…”

As Shiyon observed her, Sakura’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. She glanced down, her posture slightly hunched, clearly flustered.

Leaning in closer, his eyes alight with the thrill of potential gossip, Shiyon pressed on, “…Or could it be?”

“T-that’s…!!” Sakura fumbled for words, her eyes fixed on the floor. “S-sakurai-senpai just happened to walk out when I was passing by, that’s all!” she blurted out, trying to deflect the insinuation.

Shiyon’s playful tone took a turn as he sensed Sakura’s heightened discomfort. “Sakurai… Senpai, huh? Not just ‘anime pillow’ or Sakurai? You’re awfully formal about someone who’s not exactly Mr. Popular here. Maybe I should share this fun fact with the others~…”

Sakura’s complexion turned ashen in an instant. “P-please, Shiyon-san, don’t tell anyone… I’ll d-do… what… you ask, just… please,” she implored, her eyes reflecting sheer panic. Her previously nervous demeanor froze, her body rigid with terror, as if the world around her had suddenly constricted.

In that moment, Shiyon’s expression shifted subtly. His eyes, once dancing with mischief, now held a flicker of something else – a silent, reflective pause. He sighed, “Sakuran-chi, I was just teasing. There’s nothing wrong with being polite to your seniors, wherever their popularity score stands. It might not be my personal preference, but it’s a sign of a well-behaved person,” he said, his voice softer, the playfulness replaced with a gentler tone. Sakura’s face slowly regained its natural hue as her breath steadied. She lifted her gaze to Shiyon, a sense of normalcy returning to her expression.

“Also, don’t be so quick to give in, Sakuran-chi! There are people out there who might take advantage of that,” Shiyon warned her, his tone maintaining its usual cheerfulness but with an underlying hint of seriousness. He wagged a finger in front of her, emphasizing his point.

Sakura cast her gaze downward, a hint of shame coloring her features. She nodded in understanding. “Alright… Sorry for bothering you. I’ll be going now,” she said quietly with a bow, starting to turn away to leave.

“Since you’re already here, why not join us? I’ve got something important to announce, and the more ears, the better!” Shiyon said with a casual air. Sakura paused, then turned back. “An… announcement?”

Together, they entered the classroom.

“Hey everyone! Just to let you know, Sakurai has safely made it to the infirmary,” Shiyon announced.
The news was met with a collective indifference. ‘As long as Shiyon-san is happy…’ the students thought, their faces showing a mix of disinterest and resignation.

Then, Sakura appeared from behind Shiyon.

“And I found this one wandering around. Since our lesson is almost over, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to have her here. That’s okay, right, teacher?” Shiyon asked, his tone lighthearted.
The teacher nodded. 

“Given Ms. Takagi’s familiarity with everyone and her frequent visits, she’s practically one of us. Your being a second year doesn’t matter. But what about your class, Ms. Takagi?”

“Oh, our homeroom teacher is out sick today, so we have a self-study period. I thought I’d stop by here,” Sakura explained with a casual shrug.

“Ahh, Sakura-chan! Did you come here because you heard Shiyon-san was visiting?” one of the girls in the class eagerly asked, unable to hide her curiosity. Sakura walked over to her friends, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “Well, I mean—”

“Hey, Sakura!! Unfair!” A chorus of female voices echoed from outside the classroom, right behind Shiyon.

“We also wanted to see Shiyon-san!”

“Nobody stopped you… Come on…!” Sakura replied, her voice laced with playful sarcasm, as Shiyon chuckled. The crowd from Sakura’s classroom, a mix of girls and boys, swelled, all drawn by the commotion.

The teacher, a hand on his face in mild exasperation, sighed, “Ms. Takagi… It seems you’ve drawn quite the crowd… Very well. Considering this is a joyous occasion, all of you, come inside!” He waved them in with a resigned smirk, signaling the group outside to enter.
“You’re making me blush, teacher!” Shiyon exclaimed with a playful tone, scratching his head in a mock-embarrassed gesture. This charming display wasn’t lost on the students, especially the girls, who watched from a distance, their admiration evident in their giggles and dreamy expressions.

“That girl’s been coming here quite a lot, huh…” Riko mused, her head resting on her hand, elbow propped on the desk.

“Well, she does have friends here. Plus, isn’t she part of your student council?” Shun pointed out, his tone matter-of-fact.

“I know, but… She’s been showing up for the past five months or so. It’s strange; I don’t remember her being this close to anyone in this class, especially more than her own classmates,” Riko observed thoughtfully.

“Five months… Oh. You mean since that incident?” Shun connected the dots, his voice dropping slightly.

“… Yeah.”

“Maybe she just needed a change of scenery. You know, to meet new people who aren’t tied to her past or her ex?”

“I guess so. Going through something like that can really change a person, I suppose.” Riko sighed, a hint of understanding in her voice.

“Well, now! Attention, please!” Shiyon’s voice rang out, commanding the room. The chatter ceased instantly, replaced by a hushed silence. All eyes, filled with admiration and curiosity, turned to Shiyon.

“First of all, thank you for such a warm welcome. It’s great to see everyone so friendly. With the sports festival around the corner, I’m here to assist with preparations related to The Culture Club. I’ve already gotten permission to join the club after speaking with Sato-chi yesterday.” As Shiyon mentioned Sato, the students’ gazes shifted to him. He acknowledged them with a nod and a smile.

“Whoa, we have two celebrities in the same room!” one student exclaimed in awe.
“It’s like a dream come true…” a group of girls whispered among themselves, their excitement barely contained.

“But I didn’t come two weeks earlier just for that…” He continued.

—MEANWHILE…—

The girls’ bathroom was eerily quiet. Everyone was either in class or gathered around to hear Shiyon speak. Everyone, that is, except for two.

“Ugh… What… What’s happening to me… I feel… so hot…” Kiriko muttered to herself as she stumbled into the girls’ bathroom, her steps unsteady. She had told her teacher that she was having period cramps, a quick excuse that got her excused from class. Her face was flushed, and she struggled to maintain her balance, the world around her spinning slightly.

Struggling to maintain her composure, Kiriko made her way to the sink and peered into the mirror. The reflection staring back at her only made her dizziness intensify.

Her cheeks were markedly flushed, her breaths coming out in heavy, labored gasps. Sweat beaded on her forehead, a clear sign of her discomfort. But what caught her off guard the most was an unusual tingling sensation coursing through her body, particularly in her lower regions.
“Haah… Haaah… W-what’s happening to me… Hnn… I feel… Haah…” Kiriko panted, finding it increasingly difficult to control the wave of sensations overwhelming her.

“I need… to sit down..” Her voice was barely a whisper as she left the sink. She staggered into a stall, too weak to even lock the door behind her. Collapsing onto the toilet seat, she finally allowed her muscles to relax in a desperate bid to calm the storm raging within her.
Breathing heavily, Kiriko hesitated. ‘Maybe… if I just… do that… it’ll go away? No one’s going to come in here, so…’ She tentatively placed her palm between herlegs, feeling a familiar wetness.
‘I’ll just… imagine it’s Yukito… It’ll be over quickly…’ she thought to herself, starting to move her hand around the area, her mind conjuring images of an intimate moment with her boyfriend.

However, before she could fully lose herself in her fantasy, the door to the stall creaked open, startling her.

A male student stood at the entrance…

… And it was not her boyfriend.

“Oh? This isn’t the guys’ bathroom…” he announced, and his clothes disheveled. A lecherous expression played across his face as he stepped into the stall.

“W-what!? Mahito, what are you doing here?! Go away!” Kiriko exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and confusion. She swiftly moved her hand back to her side, her eyes wide as she looked up at the intruder.

“Kiriko-chan, are you okay? You seem a bit stressed…” he said, his tone casual, almost mocking, as he eyed her with an unsettling interest.

His black hair was closely shaved, giving him a sharp look, and his clothes were unkempt and disordered. As he entered, his face bore a lecherous expression as his eyes wandered to Kiriko’s wet crotch area. Instead of pulling back per her request, he drew nearer. She instinctively drew herself backward.

“Man, you look like such a mess… What kind of irresponsible boyfriend leaves you in a state like this? But don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good,” he taunted with a lecherous leer, licking his lips hungrily. His eyes shone with a predatory glint, as if he had just located his prey.

“W-wait… Stay back!” Kiriko stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, as she watched him draw closer, locking the stall door behind him. He stepped in between her legs as she sat on the toilet, trapped.

‘W-what’s happening to me… I can’t even shout… Yukito…!!’ her mind screamed in panic.

“But you seem to be enjoying yourself. Was the Lichi juice I handed out for free really that good?” he teased with a hint of a sinister tone, his words dripping with malicious intent.
His mention of the lichi juice jolted her memory. 

‘..!!’ 

Her face, previously contorted with confusion and fear, now relaxed in a haunting contrast to the turmoil raging within her. Her body, betraying her, began responding to her carnal desires, her nipples hardening despite her inner resistance.

——-

Just as I was about to share my first kiss with Yukito, he emerged from behind us.
“Our club is giving out free samples of our new drink! It’s a lichi juice with a special ingredient! Kiriko-chan, Yukito, want to try?” Mahito interrupted us with a cheerful smile, holding out a cup of the beverage on a plastic plate. Yukito and I quickly pulled apart in the school hallway.
“N-nah, I’m good…” Yukito mumbled, turning towards the wall.
“I’ll take a sip…” I said, reaching for the cup and taking a drink.

After that, Yukito and I headed to our morning classes, our kiss left unfinished.

——–

“Please… please… go away… please… don’t do… this…” Kiriko begged, her voice trembling with weakness. She struggled to control her limbs, fighting the urge to succumb to the sensations of longing and pleasure.

“Hahaha, virgins are so hilarious… A virgin’s pussy feels the best… You’ll enjoy this, don’t worry,” he taunted, his voice filled with malice. He bent down, his face drawing dangerously close to hers, his lips just an inch from her own.

“N-no…!” Kiriko whimpered softly, her voice barely audible as her lips uncontrollably shape to match his as he goes for a kiss.

‘I… I don’t want this… No… Why isn’t my body responding…? Why does it feel like I want this… No… Yukito…!’

Suddenly, there was the sound of a deep breath taken from behind the door, followed swiftly by a forceful kick. The door burst open with such intensity that the plastic lock shattered, and the door slammed into Mahito’s back with great force.

“oH wAiT, tHiS iSn’T tHe GuY’s BaThRoOm?¡” a voice shouted, both audibly and loudly. The impact pushed Mahito forward, causing his face to slam against the wall.

“E…Eh..?” Kiriko’s weak voice barely rose above a whisper as she tried to focus her blurry vision on the figure standing behind Mahito. All she could discern was his really short hair.

“Oh wow. Oh WOW. There are people here, it seems. I just came in for a quiet piss and here we are,” the newcomer feigned surprise and ignorance.

‘W-…What… Why is he saying that? Is he trying to pretend nothing happened? W-who is he…’ Kiriko’s thoughts raced as the newcomer, Yuuto, looked up, whistling nonchalantly, as if nothing was amiss. The shock seemed to have brought her a bit back to her senses.

“W-…What.. The… Who’s the fucker that dares…” Mahito mumbled, his voice laced with pain and confusion as he slowly turned around, his blood slightly staining the wall.

“Tsk.” Yuuto clicked his tongue, his annoyance clear on his face. He quickly balled his hands into fists and slammed them onto the back of Mahito’s head before he had a chance to fully turn around. A loud thud echoed in the small space, and Kiriko jumped, startled by the sudden violence. Mahito’s body collapsed, his head dropping face-first into the trash basket next to the stall, his body sprawling out on the ground. Yuuto stared at him for a few seconds, ensuring he was unconscious, then gave a few kicks to his side for good measure.

He then slowly raised his eyes to meet Kiriko’s, who was still seated on the toilet, her expression a mix of shock and confusion.

“Oh nooo… I fell. Lucky for me, he was there to break my fall…” Yuuto blurted out sarcastically.
Kiriko’s expression turned resigned as adrenaline still coursed through her body.

“R-right…” she uttered, her voice barely audible, trailing off into the tense air.
Yuuto glanced casually at Mahito, whose face was buried in the trash.

“Looks like the trash is full. I’ll take it out.” With ease, he lifted Mahito’s limp body and hoisted it over his shoulder. He started to turn towards the door.

“W-wait—” Kiriko called out weakly, but Yuuto cut her off.

“I’ll make sure this piece of trash never comes back to school. But since I’m in the girls’ bathroom, I could get in trouble. So, keep quiet about who took out the trash. Or I’ll take you out as well, fucker. Understood?”

Kiriko, overwhelmed and without time to process everything, nodded quickly as Yuuto turned his head towards her.

Satisfied with her response, Yuuto turned back and walked out of the bathroom, carrying Mahito’s unconscious body.

‘Damn it all. This is the second blunder I’ve made handling things at school. And all because of that stupid arm wrestle. But at least everyone’s in the classroom, and I’ve got footage of this scumbag,’ Yuuto thought to himself as he discreetly exited the school through the back, managing to avoid detection.

He made his way to the nearby forest, carrying the unconscious Mahito. Once hidden among the trees, he searched Mahito and discovered a small bag filled with powder.

‘Very interesting. And on the same day organ harvester joined? I’ll get to the bottom of this before you could pull whatever you had in mind, Shiyon Michaels.’ he mused, examining the bag closely.

Meanwhile, Yukito was dashing through the school halls, his phone clutched in his hand. It displayed a message from an anonymous sender: “Your girlfriend needs help. Come to the girls’ bathroom immediately.”

Bursting through the bathroom door, he called out urgently, “Kiriko!? Are you here!?” His search led him to an open stall, where he found Kiriko looking exhausted, her breaths heavy and her cheeks flushed with a red hue.

“K-Kiriko! What happened—” He approached her quickly, concern etched on his face as he caressed her cheeks, trying to understand the situation. But before he could process anything, she wrapped her legs around him.

“Y-Yukito…” she murmured softly.

“K-Kiriko..?! What are you doing…?” he stammered, taken aback. Her grip was surprisingly strong; he couldn’t break free. Suddenly, he found himself pulled down, lying on top of her.
“L-let’s do it… Now~… I can’t take it anymore~…” she whispered into his ear.
And then YES…!!! THE TWO HAVE BEEN ISEKAID AND MADE IT TO THE HOLY LAND OF AGRAGOMPHABIA!!!

In the bustling classroom, a table served as the stage for an arm-wrestling showdown. At the center of it all was Shiyon, poised and ready, his arm a symbol of challenge. Eager students crowded around him, each taking their turn to test their might against him.

Meanwhile, tucked away in a corner, Yuuto brooded. ‘Damn it, I’ve got places to be. But here I am, stuck in this circus…’ he thought, his frustration mounting as he watched the spectacle from his solitary table. Shiyon tried to catch a glimpse of Yuuto, but a fresh opponent always blocked the view.

“Shiyon-san is wiping the floor with us!” one student remarked, rubbing his sore arm.

“God… Was he always this strong?!”

‘Morons, every single one of them. It’s a given – NTR antagonists are the heavy hitters. But these clowns? They might as well pool their IQ into a single digit. That’s why they’re so clueless about the real danger right under their noses. Pathetic. The world should thank its lucky stars for me. I’m not like those ancient thinkers who saw their brilliance as a burden. My sharp mind? It’s my greatest asset. Pity, though, for these brain-dead amoebas,’ Yuuto mused, his face cradled in his palm, a mix of contempt and pity painting his features.

“Sakurai…?” Shun’s voice was laced with confusion as he looked towards Yuuto.
“Leave him, Shun. He must be thinking about something stupid.” she responded, her tone a mix of exasperation and resignation.

Yuuto, meanwhile, was deep in thought. ‘I’ve really got to get out of here. But I can’t afford another absence. Graduation is at stake. I’ll make it on time, I have to. And you, Shiyon Michaels, you’re on my radar now.’ He chuckled inwardly, not acknowledging Riko’s accurate mind reading.

The next challenger was a girl, her hand trembling as she clasped Shiyon’s. “It’s… so warm,” she whispered, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. Her reward was Shiyon’s radiant smile, a sight that stirred a wave of envy among the other girls. To her, that smile was worth any challenge.

But before she realized, the match was over, her hand pinned under Shiyon’s. “Oh dear, Misa-chan, you lost focus,” Shiyon teased, his voice playful yet gentle, as Misa sat there, stunned yet charmed.

The guys watched in awe, one of them blurting out, “He doesn’t even go easy on the girls!”

A girl nearby chimed in, her eyes wide with admiration. “But he did it so smoothly, she didn’t even realize what happened!”

Misa, still recovering from her surprise, pleaded, “Can we try again? I didn’t even notice I’d lost…” Her eyes shimmered with a hopeful, puppy-like innocence.

Shiyon, however, was firm yet cheerful. “Sorry, Misa-chan. It’s not just about strength but focus too. No second rounds here, I’m afraid,” he said, his smile unwavering, his hand still resting atop hers.

Misa’s pout began to form, “That’s not fair! Are you in a rush, Shi-” But she was abruptly interrupted by another girl, her impatience evident.

“Come on, Misa, you’re just stalling now! Move it! Shiyon-san is a busy guy, and we all want our turn!”

There was a murmur of agreement from the crowd, each person eager for their chance to challenge Shiyon.

Shiyon acknowledged the situation with a solemn nod. “I’m sorry, but she’s right. I’d love to give you another shot, but time’s not on our side… Can you forgive me?” His voice softened, filled with regret, as he gently sandwiched Misa’s hand between his own.

Misa’s cheeks turned a deep shade of red as she averted her gaze. “I-it’s okay… I mean, it’s you, Shiyon… S-so… I forgive you…” Her voice was a faint whisper, tinged with a mix of embarrassment and affection.

Little did Misa realize, her innocent interaction with Shiyon had turned her into a target. The surrounding girls thought in unison, their eyes narrowed, ‘I’m going to get her.’

Releasing Misa’s hand, Shiyon looked around and announced, “Next up is… Sakurai, right?”

All eyes instantly shifted to Yuuto, who sat at his desk, his attention elsewhere, seemingly oblivious to the brewing storm around him.

Seemingly.

Yuuto’s lack of formal address hit the room like a shockwave. “You got a list or something, organ harvester?” he asked, the absence of honorifics in his tone sparking a collective gasp and several disapproving glares from the students.

“S-sakurai! You shouldn’t speak to Shiyon like that, he’s—” Shun began in a hushed tone, only to be interrupted by another student’s outcry.

“Show some respect to Shiyon-sama, you anime pillow hugger!”

A mocking smirk played across Yuuto’s lips as he casually leaned back, resting his head on his hand. ‘That’s exactly what I’m aiming for. The more they detest me, the better,’ he thought in silent response to Shun’s concern.

The room erupted with anger. “YEAH! Who do you think you are, disrespecting Shiyon-san like that? Just because you’re older than us doesn’t give you the right to be so rude!” another girl exclaimed, her voice echoing the collective disdain.

Yuuto remained unfazed. “What’s the big deal about not using honorifics? Your beloved Shiyon’s just a regular delinquent to me. I don’t owe him, or any of you, a thing,” he retorted with an air of indifference.

Shun’s worry was palpable. ‘He’s pushing it too far. They’re going to turn on him if he doesn’t ease up!’ he thought, his concern growing by the second.

Shiyon attempted to defuse the situation with a laugh, “Don’t worry, everyone! Organ harvester is just a joke shared—” but he was abruptly cut off by the teacher’s stern interruption.

“SAKURAI! Your behavior is completely out of line,” the teacher declared, his eyes filled with disapproval.

Inwardly, the teacher fumed, ‘Sakurai, the real troublemaker. Why the principal hasn’t expelled him yet is beyond me. But I’ll make sure it happens. To insult our school’s star, Shiyon, who’s achieved so much despite being a foreigner… Unforgivable.’

“Insulting our honorary graduate… I see now why you were held back at your previous school,” the teacher continued, his voice dripping with contempt. The other students sharing the same look.

Yuuto coolly arched an eyebrow, directing a pointed look at the teacher. “So, this is the kind of school where teachers spread rumors about students? How very… refined,” he began, his voice dripping with sarcasm. The classroom fell into a hush, as memories of Yuuto’s blunt self-introduction echoed in their minds: “Hi, I’m Sakurai. I’ve been held back twice, so I’m the old guy here. Let’s try to get along.”

Shun’s thoughts raced, ‘But Sakurai, you’re the one who blurted out your history…’

Undeterred, Yuuto pressed on, “I was merely sharing my thoughts on Shiyon here. What’s the issue? I didn’t swear at him, and he doesn’t look bothered.” His words, accompanied by a sly smirk.

The teacher’s anger simmered just beneath the surface, his thoughts a storm of indignation. ‘The audacity! The sheer disrespect for our school’s values. I should…’

In a move unnoticed by the class, Shiyon quietly placed a calming hand on the teacher’s shoulder. “Teacher, please, it’s okay,” he said softly.

The teacher spun around, his frustration reaching a boiling point. “What the…”

Students on the far side of the room murmured in bewilderment, “How did he get there so fast?”

“I didn’t even see him move… Did you?” they whispered among themselves.

The teacher’s eyes locked onto Shiyon. “But, Shiyon-kun, I can’t just stand by and tolerate such disrespect. At the very least, I should send him out of the classroom.”

Yuuto’s smirk only widened, a sight caught only by Shun. ‘No way… Was this his plan all along? To get kicked out so he wouldn’t be marked absent if he left on his own? He could have just asked for a bathroom break… He always does things the hard way, just to make everyone dislike him…’ Shun thought, incredulous at Yuuto’s audacious strategy.

Shiyon’s response was nothing short of angelic. “I didn’t feel disrespected. Besides, I wanted to see everyone’s progress. Teacher, you really should watch your temper, it’s not good for your health,” he said, concern lacing his words.

The teacher, moved by Shiyon’s kindness, couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotion. ‘To have such an angel among us… I guess every light casts a shadow,’ he thought, casting a disdainful look at Yuuto.

“But, Shiyon-san, he’s a transfer student! He only joined us 7 months ago!” one student pointed out, their statement echoed by nods from the rest.

Shiyon’s smile didn’t waver. “I know, but ‘everyone’ includes everyone. We should be uniting, not dividing,” he said, his words resonating like a sage’s. ‘He’s like Buddha…’ the students mused in awe.

Walking over to Shun’s desk, Shiyon asked with his ever-present politeness, “May I sit here, Shun-chun?” Without hesitation, Shun stood, taking a seat next to Riko, leaving his chair for Shiyon. The students quickly gathered around, forming a warm, inclusive circle.

Shiyon glanced at Shun and Riko sitting close together. “It’s nice to see you two getting along so well. You’ve always seemed perfect for each other,” he commented, his smile genuine and warm. Shun and Riko, both blushing, exchanged shy glances, eliciting a chorus of affectionate smiles from their classmates.

Shiyon then turned to Yuuto, as Yuuto sighed.

‘I’ll just go ahead and lose quietly. Then say I have diarrhea or something.’ He thought internally as he looked at Shiyon and the posse of students surrounding him.

“A-are you sure about this, Shiyon-san? He’s kind of a weirdo,” a student whispered, eyeing Yuuto with a mix of curiosity and caution.

Shiyon’s response was filled with an unwavering positivity. “Everyone has their own special qualities. I find that uniqueness fascinating in each and every one of you,” he said, positioning his arm for the challenge as he faced Yuuto. A subtle, intrigued smile played across his lips, visible only to Yuuto, “And that includes you, Saku-chin.”

Yuuto looked at him nonchalantly. ‘Look at this organ harvester… He’s practically shaking. You wanted an arm wrestle with me that much? Well, you’ll get it.’ Yuuto said as he locked arms with Shiyon. Another student counting the count-down.

“3”

“2”

“1”

“GO!” The signal was given, and the room fell silent.

But instead of the expected defeat, there was a stalemate. Neither arm moved, locked in a perfect balance.

“They’re not moving! Is anime pillow actually strong?” one student whispered in disbelief.

“No way, Shiyon-san’s just being cautious, he doesn’t want to embarrass him,” another suggested.

“Finish it, Shiyon-san! He’s just a show-off!” a voice called out from the crowd.

Yuuto inwardly cursed, ‘He’s onto me. Not using his strength, trying to drag this out.’ His eyes met Shiyon’s, a silent acknowledgment of their mutual understanding.

Shiyon’s eyes twinkled with unspoken mischief. ‘Nice try, Saku-chin, but I’m not falling for it. We’re going to have a real match <3,’ his gaze seemed to communicate, as the tension between them grew, right under the crowd’s radar.

The air in the classroom crackled with tension. ‘Enough of this charade. You want a spectacle, Organ Harvester? You’ve got it,’ Yuuto resolved, a fierce determination igniting within him.

In an instant, the dynamic shifted. Shiyon felt a sudden surge of power from Yuuto’s grip, as if a dormant volcano had erupted in his arm. Yuuto’s strength multiplied exponentially, pushing against Shiyon’s arm like an unstoppable force.

Shiyon’s eyes widened in shock. ‘This is insane! He’s like a freight train! I’ve got to push back now, or my arm’s done for!’ Adrenaline coursed through him, and he harnessed every ounce of his strength, his muscles tensing, his teeth gritted.

But just as Shiyon exerted his full force, Yuuto suddenly withdrew all resistance. The sudden shift sent Shiyon’s arm crashing down, slamming Yuuto’s hand against the desk with a thunderous thud. The room erupted in gasps and murmurs as Shiyon emerged victorious.

As Yuuto massaged his arm, he feigned nonchalance. “Ow…”

The class, completely unaware of Yuuto’s ploy, was under the impression that Shiyon had overwhelmingly defeated him in a sudden display of strength.

…And they reveled in it.

“INCREDIBLE! NO WAY ANIME PILLOW COULD WIN!”

“YEAH! Shiyon-san is unbeatable! That’s what you get for being a jerk, Pillow!” the students cheered.

Shiyon, meanwhile, stared at his own hand, a mix of surprise and disbelief etched on his face, a faint sheen of sweat still visible.

“My arm’s kind of numb. Can I go to the infirmary?” Yuuto asked the teacher, his voice calm but his face betraying a hint of discomfort as he continued to rub his arm.

Shiyon, breaking from his own astonishment, leaned in towards Yuuto swiftly and grabbed his bicep, peering into Yuuto’s eyes with a sly, excited grin.

“…I knew it… You’re not ordinary, Saku-chin,” he whispered, his eyes alight with curiosity as he felt the solid muscle beneath Yuuto’s shirt.

‘That is not the arm of someone who loses in an arm wrestle… Or any wrestling… Interesting.’ Shiyon thought.

Yuuto instinctively pulled back slightly as Shiyon leaned in closer.

“Freak,” Yuuto muttered audibly.

“S-shiyon-san?” The students’ murmurs filled the room, puzzled by Shiyon’s unexpected move.

“Oh, I was just checking on Saku-chin’s hand. I’m no doctor, but it seems okay. Still, he should definitely see the nurse,” Shiyon explained, smoothly transitioning back to his caring persona.

“Well then,” Yuuto muttered, pushing through the crowd that had gathered around Shiyon, making his way out of the classroom.

“He just had to have disrespected Shiyon-san… That Sakurai really needs to learn to read the room…” Shun commented loudly, shaking his head.

Riko raised an eyebrow, giving Shun a questioning look.

Catching her gaze, Shun quickly added, “But, you know, I’ve learned to do it.” He tried to cover up, sounding more thoughtful.

Riko’s lips curved into a warm smile. “I guess you have,” she said, her tone affectionate.

As Yuuto exited the classroom, his thoughts raced. ‘Not much time left. Those two are probably still in the bathroom. I hope I haven’t missed anything…’

“S-Sakurai-senpai…?” A timid, high-pitched voice halted him just outside the classroom door.

“Hm?” Yuuto turned, curious about the source of the voice.

A petite girl stood there, nervously twirling her fingers. Her long, silky dark hair framed her face, and her deep blue eyes shone with a mix of nervousness and curiosity. Her appearance was immaculate, her clothes neat and carrying a faint scent of roses. She was the epitome of grace and meticulousness.

“Oh, it’s you. What do you want?” Yuuto asked, his tone rushed.

“It’s just… um…” She faltered, her gaze dropping as he faced her.

“If it’s nothing important, I’ve got to go,” Yuuto said, starting to turn away as she struggled to find her words, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“Wait! I… I just wanted to ask… Is your arm okay?” She called out, reaching her arms towards him in a hesitant gesture, as if trying to physically halt his departure.

Yuuto paused briefly, glancing back at her. “Nope, it hurts like a motherfucker,” he replied bluntly, then swiftly turned and continued on his way.

The girl stumbled over her words, “A-ah… That’s good… I mean, not good! I…” But before she could finish, Yuuto had already disappeared from view.

She released a soft sigh, her shoulders drooping in disappointment.

“Why won’t he talk to me…” she murmured to herself, a hint of sadness in her voice as she stood alone in the hallway, the echo of her unspoken words lingering in the air.

“Shiyon Michaels,” Yuuto mumbled in his dimly lit room. “Should’ve tailed him. Bet he sensed my hidden, monstrous powers,” he brooded, sensing his extraordinary ability to creepily stalk other people.

“Ahh, Espionage, a craft of the elite, demands decades to master. You could call my prowess a superpower, I’m that adept,” he boasted to the shadows.

“Not adept enough,” his sister’s voice chimed in from behind.

“What do you want now?” he snapped, swiveling around, irritation etched on his face.

“Next time, Yuu-nii… I’ll be the one opening the door,” his sister said, cheeks tinged with pink. Yuuto’s gaze locked on her face.

“No way,” he gasped, his face draining of color, nausea creeping up as he realized his sister – the social butterfly, always surrounded by friends and dating guys – had a thing for him.

“He charmed you with that pathetic act? Gross,” he spat in disgust.

“HE WAS SO HOT! WHY’D YOU SCARE HIM OFF, YOU WEIRDO?!” she screamed, grabbing a pillow and furiously whacking Yuuto with it.

Yuuto shielded himself from the relentless pillow assault. “He’s an organ harvester, you naive idiot!” he retorted.

His sister’s fury intensified. “I DON’T CARE! Let him harvest me! I’M HIS FIELDS TO PLOW!!! My heart, my soul, my body – I’d surrender it all! Finally, a hot guy shows up, and you screw it up!!! I hate you! WISH you never existed, you pathetic excuse for a brother!”

Yuuto’s thoughts raced. ‘Evil personified. He’s definitely a nefarious Netorare Antagonist. Shiyon Michaels… I’ll find you and baseball your ass!’

–THE NEXT DAY… IN YUUTO’S CLASS–

Shun glanced over his shoulder at Yuuto just as the teacher was about to enter. “Um…” he hummed, looking puzzled.

“What, you planning to hit on me too?” Yuuto grumbled, catching Shun’s baffled look. A chorus of “ewws” erupted from some girls, including Riko, but Yuuto shrugged it off.

Shun exhaled. “No, it’s just… you’ve got dark circles almost swallowing your glasses, Sakurai. Looks like you haven’t slept a wink…”

‘Of course I didn’t sleep, naive cuck. I was busy hunting that snakelike foreigner… that organ-snatching fiend. He slipped through my fingers… An entire night of searching… Zip. Zilch. I scoured every den a scumbag like him might skulk in, and found squat. Looks like my week’s booked now…’ Yuuto’s face betrayed a flicker of rage, as he fought to maintain a facade of nonchalance.

“Ha, probably the same for your girl. Bet she kept you up with a sextape this time,” Yuuto shot back, a forced smile on his face as his eyes were mere slits.

“Uh… maybe you should get some sleep—”

“I didn’t have to,” Riko interjected, cutting off Shun. “It’s him who’s been keeping me awake. Something you, Sakurai, will likely never experience with anyone.” Her sly smile and flushed cheeks were directed at Shun, who turned away, blushing, with a satisfied grin.

“That’s false. It’s a ‘privilege’ nobody will ever have with me. You all equally suck, though some more than others,” Yuuto retorted, smirking disdainfully at Riko.

Riko glanced at Shun, her cheeks coloring again, her smile cunning. “See, sometimes you are right, Sakurai. That’s yet another experience you’ll miss out on…”

Shun chuckled, rubbing his head, his heart thudding as he and Riko shared knowing looks.

‘This little…!’ Yuuto’s weary eye twitched in annoyance at Riko’s comeback.

But observing their laughter and the tender, flirtatious glances they exchanged; a gentle, faint smirk unfurled on Yuuto’s lips, unseen by others.

‘I must be really worn out,’ he thought. At that moment, the teacher walked into the room.

“Ahh, good morning, my beloved class!” the teacher beamed, his eyes scanning the room before resting on a figure at the door. “Today, we have a special guest, a shining example of our school’s excellence. He came here after reaching 3rd place at the WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP OF KENDO, HELD IN the USA!!”

Yuuto’s eyes followed her gaze as the students cheered, and widened in shock. Standing there was none other than Shiyon Michaels, the very organ harvester he had been relentlessly searching for.

The teacher’s voice filled the room with pride. “This is Shiyon Michaels, an alumnus and the founder of our esteemed Kendo club. Under his leadership, the club soared to new heights!”

Shiyon stepped forward, his gaze sweeping across the class until it landed on Yuuto. With a sly grin, he winked directly at him.

A girl in the front back row gasped, her voice tinged with infatuation. “KYAAAA!!! Did you see that? I think he winked at me…!!!”

“O-organ harvester?!” Yuuto whispered to himself. His voice was a blend of disbelief and scorn, catching Shun’s attention just as Shiyon’s wink was directed his way.

Shun and Riko, puzzled, swiveled towards Yuuto. “…You know him?” Shun asked.

Yuuto scoffed, his tone laced with feigned ignorance. “…Probably just trying to steal your girl (He will succeed). He winked at her, not me.” Inside, he was acutely aware it was him Shiyon had targeted with that wink.

Riko rolled her eyes with a huff, turning back to face Shiyon. Shun followed suit, muttering under his breath, “Why do I even bother…” Their classmates nearby, wearied by Yuuto’s constant odd remarks, collectively sighed in resignation.

“Anime pillow, you really have no clue about Shiyon. Just shut it,” another girl hissed from nearby, her friends glancing at Yuuto and nodding in agreement.

Yuuto’s thoughts churned, ‘So, he’s the golden boy here. Textbook NTR Antagonist. A master manipulator. Got the looks, the physique. My gut was right. As usual.’ His gaze shifted back to Shiyon.

Whispers of admiration fluttered through the class, a testament to Shiyon’s charisma and popularity. “He’s so cool!” another student murmured. “Is it true he beat 3 college guys with a wooden stick when he was just a middle-schooler?” Someone whispered, “He is an absolute legend. Even if you take away the sword, he could go toe-to-toe with a black-belt martial artist! I heard he protected our school’s students from a bunch of gangsters one time!”

Shiyon’s gaze lingered on Yuuto for a moment longer before he spoke. “I’ve heard great things about the Kendo club’s current progress. I hope you’ve been looking after my cute Sen-chun.”

The cheers intensified, words of praise about Sendo rose, bringing a warm smile to Shiyon’s face that melted everyone’s hearts.

Yuuto’s mind raced. Sendo and Shiyon, connected? The pieces started to fall into place, forming a picture that left him uneasy.

‘The hair, the piercings, Kendo… ‘My… Senchun…?’ N-no way…” He imagined a soap opera twist where Shiyon, the NTR ninja, swoops in, steals a guy’s wife, has a kid with her, and then raises Sendo as a single dad after a tragic soap-opera-illness.

‘THAT’S TOTALLY WHAT HAPPENED!’ Yuuto thought, a metaphorical thunderbolt of realization striking him.

“I can tell what you’re thinking, Sakurai. It’s some theory to do with NTR or something, right? Shiyon isn’t like that.” Shun remarked, his expression a mix of exasperation and resignation.

“Hmph, that just shows how good he is at deceiving. Your girl thought the same about Male1 and 2.” Yuuto retorted, adjusting his glasses.

‘He tried to harvest my organs, after all.’

“Male one and… Oh-” Shun began, his face lighting up with understanding.

“When are you going to STOP rubbing it in everyone’s face!? Aren’t you tired of being an insufferable douchebag all the time?!” Riko burst out, her frustration boiling over.

“When your face won’t be near mine, I’ll stop rubbing it in it. Like they almost did-“

Yuuto began, his tone even, only to be cut off by Shun.

“Listen, it’s not like that. Shiyon is—” Shun attempted, but was interrupted as Shiyon started to speak, the loud cheers from the class drowned the three’s odd conversation.

Shiyon stood confidently at the front of the classroom, his gaze sweeping over the students. “I have an idea,” he announced, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Let’s have an arm wrestling contest. Me, VS the entire classroom. Having Class 3-1 as the last class I was in before graduating, I’m curious to see how the school’s physical training has evolved since my time here.” He sneaked a sly glance at Yuuto, whose concern only grew.

The class buzzed with excitement and curiosity. Shiyon continued, “A year ago, when I was a student, we had a not-so-strong emphasis on physical development. Which led a lot of scawwy looking guys to think we cannot defend ourselves… I want to see how much progress we made. Are you all with me?”

As Shiyon’s declaration echoed through the room, the class erupted in cheers. Yuuto, however, felt a sense of unease creeping in, sensing an ulterior motive behind this seemingly innocent challenge.

“Needless to say,” Shiyon continued, his voice dropping an octave, resonating with a commanding tone, “EVERYONE must participate…” The emphasis on ‘everyone’ sent a wave of excitement mixed with intrigue through the students.

As Shiyon’s words settled in the air, the classroom transformed. The girls, buzzing with excitement, were already imagining their moment with Shiyon. “I’m gonna hold hands with Shiyon-san…!!” one girl exclaimed, her eyes shining. “And I’ll hold them the LONGEST…” she boasted, turning her friends into competitors in a heartbeat as they all clenched their fists at each other.

Meanwhile, the boys were fueled by a different fire. “I’ve been training hard these last two years… I can take him on!” declared one, his fist clenched, muscles tensing in anticipation. “I’ll show these girls… Who’s the one they should hold hands with…!”

Shun, observing the sudden shift in atmosphere, couldn’t help but comment, “Is this the Kick of The Southeast Celestial Body? Everyone’s so intense… I can practically see their aura…”

Yuuto, amidst this frenzy, felt his annoyance peak. ‘Tsk,’ he thought sourly. ‘If I just used BooGle search, I could’ve found more about him… And get some sleep.’

‘Doesn’t mean he isn’t an organ harvester. This arm wrestle thing feels off…’

The days following were surprisingly peaceful for Yuuto. No NTR dramas to handle – just the usual hassle with the Culture Club. Their late scouting sessions, event preparations, and trip planning meant he was stuck with logistics and seldom got home before 18:00. When the weekend rolled in, bringing a school-free day, Yuuto found himself with nothing pressing to do. After his usual workout, he embraced his favorite pastime: idly whiling away his hours.

Seated at his computer in the dimly lit room, Yuuto chuckled to himself, reading aloud a message he had crafted: “Dear great Mr. Anti-NTR Man, is NTR exclusive to men? All the doujins I see depict men being cucked.”

He had written this question to himself, playing both inquirer and respondent. Logging into his website account with zest, he began typing his response.

“Absolutely NOT! NTR can affect anyone, regardless of gender. The prevalence of men being cucked in doujins is due to a few reasons. One, the majority of doujin readers are male, making them the primary audience. Two, traditional gender roles play a part. In many societies, men are expected to be dominant in relationships. NTR flips this idea on its head, adding a twist to the narrative. But remember, this is all fictional. In reality, anyone can be cucked, be it male or female,” he wrote, his voice tinged with enthusiasm as he narrated his own words. A creepy, disgusting smile stretched across his face.

“Ah, don’t hate me because I’m beautiful. Maybe if you tried some of that confidence, you’d get some bitches on your dick. Better yet, maybe your s-“

His nonsensical rambling were interrupted by loud knockings on the door to his room.

“YUU NII, I’M TALKING ON THE PHONE!!! STOP TALKING TO YOUR IMAGINARY FRIEND!” His sister’s voice pierced through the door.

‘Tsk.’

“Huuuh?! You think I care? Sure as shit you don’t when you speak to your friends. Just put on some earphones or something.” he shot back, his face twisting into a sneer that would fit a street tough.

“At least I’m talking to real people, Yuu-ni. You know what? Talk to yourself some more. I’ll record you,, that way I could convince Daddy to finally send you to the insane asylum. He was asking me for evidence for that since a while ago.”

“TALKING TO ONESELF IS HEALTHY, YOU LITTLE SHIT. You could use some self-reflection for yourself.” His face muscles all tightened, his expression turned more disgusting.

“Healthy? Not when YOU do it. Ugh, whatever…” His sister’s voice faded away along with her retreating footsteps.

“Finally, some peace—” [DING DONG] The doorbell echoed through the Sakurai household.

“Goddamn it.”

“Yuu-Ni… Not moving from my room, so you open the door,” his sister shouted from her room.

“Goddamn it times two!” Yuuto grumbled, punching his desk in frustration. He quickly stood up, stormed out of his room, and slammed the door behind him.

[DING DONG]

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming…” he muttered, approaching the front door with his fake glasses and wig still on; as he opened the door with a swift motion.

“Hello!” The person who stood outside called.

Yuuto hesitated, sizing up the individual before him. The man was a tall foreigner with smooth skin, wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, and several piercings. He was dressed in a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt, jeans, and well-worn work shoes, smiling broadly at Yuuto.

Yuuto’s face tightened, his eyes narrowing in distrust, his expression souring further. “Ahem! (In broken English) Yuu got the wrong addressu! Purrease ghetto the fahk outta hear—”

“I can speak Japanese. Nice to meet you, Sakurai. I’m Shiyon Michaels,” the man said smoothly, his Japanese flawless and his voice calm and controlled.

“Shiyon…? Like, John..?” Yuuto muttered under his breath, instantly wary of Shiyon’s overly friendly demeanor.

‘Another blonde guy with piercings… It’s like flipping a coin with these types. If Sendo was good, Kazuki was bad… Then is this guy extra good or EXTRA bad? Well, he ain’t got much of a tan… So I haven’t got a clue.’

“Ahh, you’re quick! It’s my American name, adapted for Japan! Let’s shake hands,” Shiyon said, extending his hand with an innocent smile.

Without hesitation, Yuuto replied flatly, “No. Get the fuck out of here.”

“Haha…”

“Ha..”

“Huh?” Shiyon blinked, his smile faltering slightly.

“Do I need to say it again? (In English) Get the fuck out of here,” Yuuto stated, his English accent rough but his message unmistakable.

“W-what…? I thought all Japanese were hospitable…” Shiyon said, scratching his head with an uneasy smile.

‘How does this guy know my name? He called me Sakurai, so maybe he saw the mailbox… But he’s acting like we’re familiar… Must be a scam. Definitely shady,’ Yuuto thought, his suspicion growing.

“I’m pretty sure all those people you harvested organs from were real hospitable too. Now scram, or I’m calling the cops.”

Shiyon’s smile broadened, a glint of curiosity in his eyes as he observed Yuuto.

“What if I choose not to leave?” he inquired politely, clasping his hands behind his back and maintaining steady eye contact with Yuuto, as if testing him.

They held each other’s gaze for a tense few seconds.

“I’ll report you for trespassing,” Yuuto stated firmly.

In response, Shiyon stepped back five paces, leaving the boundaries of Yuuto’s garden.

“What about now?” he asked again, his tone still curious.

‘What a nutcase,’ Yuuto thought… Are we gonna tell him?

“Loitering around like that? That’s harassment, you freak. Cops would still be my first call.”

Shiyon’s expression fell slightly as he looked away.

“That’s unfortunate… I came here with a purpose, and you’re just shutting me out… I feel so nervous, coming all the way… Just for you.” He muttered in a suggestive manner.

Despite the increased distance, Yuuto instinctively took a step back.

“I don’t swing that way, bro.” He replied bluntly.

Shiyon exhaled deeply.

“Fine, no subtlety with you, then. What would you do…” His smile turned sly, his eyes narrowing, “if I decided to attack you, right now?”

Yuuto appeared to be still relaxed. His expression unchanged.

“Well, are you going to?” Yuuto challenged, watching as Shiyon’s smile wavered, returning to a more awkward expression as his usual nonchalance crept back.

“…You know, I could be packing a gun or a knife. A foreigner at your doorstep… I could just shoot you and harvest your organs, along with your family’s,” Shiyon suggested, a hint of zeal in his voice.

“Then do it,” Yuuto challenged, standing casually by the open door, leaning against the interior wall.

Shiyon let out another sigh, his demeanor relaxing as he stood just beyond the garden’s edge.

“Truth is, I don’t have a knife or gun. I’m not in the organ business, and I’m not going to attack you,” he confessed, his earlier enthusiasm fading.

“Great. So, can you leave now?”

“…Sakurai.”

“What now?”

A soft, amiable smile crept across Shiyon’s face as he chuckled. “I like you, Sakurai. You’re more interesting than I anticipated. You’ve piqued my curiosity in unexpected ways…”

Yuuto visibly cringed at his words.

“Just… please go,” Yuuto responded, his voice slightly tremulous.

“Fair enough… This has been an enlightening visit. We’ll cross paths again, I’m sure.” With that, Shiyon turned and walked away, disappearing from Yuuto’s sight.

“I-I’ll baseball you in the head if you even look at me!” Yuuto shouted as he slammed the door to his house.

“I must admit, Sen-chun, I wasn’t quite ready for that,” Shiyon mused with a sigh of relief.

“Aniki, I know ya said to not butt in, but it felt weird hearing Senpai talk to you like that. Why didn’t ya just tell him who ya are? I warned ya, Senpai’s not exactly warm to folks he doesn’t know,” Sendo queried as Shiyon approached him.

Shiyon responded by gently placing a hand on Sendo’s shoulder.

“Ah, don’t fret, Sen-chun. I didn’t take it the wrong way,” he reassured with a smile, his eyes sparkling with an intriguing light. “Your Senpai… there’s something really fascinating about him. Can’t wait to bump into him again at school.”

“Oh..!! So you did like him!” Sendo exclaimed, his face lighting up with youthful excitement.

“But, Aniki, what if some bad dude who ain’t you tried to attack all of a sudden? What would Senpai have done then?”

“Don’t you worry about that, Sen-chun,” Shiyon said, his smile widening knowingly as he remembered how Yuuto’s arm muscles had tensed, ready for action, behind the door; as if gripping an object of some sort. “I have a feeling he’d handle himself just fine.”

“If ya think so, Aniki. I always thought Senpai was tough, so yer probably right,” Sendo agreed.

“Right, now, about your Kendo progress, I know all about. I’m curious to see how you’ve been doing academically,” Shiyon shifted the topic gently as they began to walk away.

“Ahh, it’s nothing big, Aniki! But I did get better grades in all my classes! In this class, I scored this, and in that class, I got that…” Sendo prattled on, beaming with pride as he shared his academic achievements with Shiyon; his Kendo sword firmly attached on his back.