A/N: Just a random fic I came up with. Please review and tell me if I should continue this.
"Greatest School Scandal EVER!"
The magazine's brightly colored headline blared, making Atobe Keigo's heart sink to the depths of his stomach.
"Wha-what's this?" he asked, half choking, as he pointed to one of the many images depicted on the cover.
Yamamoto Kenji, editor-in-chief of the school magazine, let out a small cough. He pushed up his glasses before diving into his obviously well-rehearsed explanation.
"Apparently these pictures spread across the school."
Atobe gave him an intense glare.
"But how?" he asked.
Yamamoto cleared his throat before continuing.
"A Tsukiyama Takiko forwarded these, err, rather obscene images to her friends; claiming that it came froma certain Tsumura Mio's cellphone.
"Actually, Atobe-san, I was hoping you'd tell me why this Tsumura has a whole folder of nude pictures of you in her cellphone?"
The bespectacled boy's thin mouth curved into a grin as he took the magazine from Atobe and placed it on the desk.
"Perhaps a sort of press con? To do damage control? Or you could give us the reason and we'll publish it in next month's issue...?
As of now, your reputation as the richest, most powerful kid in the student body has well, dropped. And there's no--"
Atobe's words cut across him like a hard slap to the face.
"Recall this rubbish or I'll sue you!"
"Oh?"
"Like you said, I have a lot at stake. At least take these awful things back! I don't want them littering the halls of our school in the hands of perverts seeking pleasure in other people's physical appearances. I demand a recall!"
Yamamoto sighed. He paced the room while keeping his eyes on Atobe. His arms were interlaced and his tongue kept licking at his dry lips. He seemed to consider what the haughty Atobe had said.
"Well aren't you a pervert yourself? You've kind of proved that just by taking these pictures. But of course, you wanted to please someone. And you did that by showing them your bare 'physical appearance'."
Atobe looked appalled. He gripped the desk next to him with such force that he chipped some of the wood off with his nails.
Yamamoto seemed to enjoy tormenting him for he continued. "Who is this Tsumura? A girlfriend perhaps?" he shrugged, much to Atobe's annoyance.
"I'd like to know more about this Tsumura. Perhaps you could tell--"
"Recall the magazine," Atobe said firmly. "I'll have my lawyer ready."
Atobe took his bag from the desk and stormed out of the room.