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Admit It
Movie Nights
The Turnabout
In the Beginning
It was something nobody in their circle talked about, but before Mukahi Gakuto turned into Hyotei's arrogant, loquacious little horror, he was actually a very quiet child. His parents had raised him to be polite at all times, to take whatever they gave him without objection and to always follow people of authority. That and Mukahi's disparaging nature being the case, he had a lot of repressed resentment.
On his first day in middle school, he'd managed to alienate his classmates.
On his second day, not only had he waged war against the rest of his class; he had also singled out his one true enemy: a "horrifyingly female-looking boy named Shi . . . Shishi . . . oh, who cares what his name is? I hate him anyway and so I will call him Stupid."
On his third day, he crossed paths with Atobe Keigo. The Atobe Keigo, he silently corrected himself as he rolled his eyes and walked away.
On his fourth day, he was made to realize his mistake of bumping into an Atobe and leaving without uttering an apology. It was first mentioned to him by Oshitari from the next class, which surprised him because no one interacted with him unless necessary. Later on, the words were reinforced by a few punches coming from some upperclassmen. Mukahi's parents weren't happy about that.
On his fifth day, he was excused from school.
On his sixth day, he'd already had the whole weekend to recover. The students made way for him in the corridors, eyeing his bruises, and Mukahi wondered briefly if he'd go home looking worse. As usual, it didn't take much effort to ignore the rest of the world.
On his seventh day, it took a bit more effort. He discovered this during lunch when a classmate – name unknown, but he recognized him as the one always asleep in class – dropped down beside him on the roof and promptly drifted off to sleep.
"Hey," Mukahi said, prodding the boy's side with his foot. Upon getting no better response than a grumble, he sighed. "Whatever, kid. Dig your own grave."
Snort.
"Hey, are you awake?"
On his eighth day, his classmate was there again. To be frank, Mukahi was already getting sick of him, but at least he was awake. "What the hell are you doing here again?" he asked as he was joined.
"I'm Jirou."
"Okay, Jirou, what the hell are you doing here again?"
The other looked mildly amused. "I dunno. What are you doing here again?"
"I always eat here," Mukahi snapped. "This is my spot."
"Yeah, well, I always sleep here. This is my spot, too."
"No, it's not!"
"It is now," Jirou replied and laid down, a sleepy smile on his face.
On his ninth day, Mukahi stopped before he entered the classroom. And not exactly willingly.
"Gakuto-kun!" Jirou greeted, leaning practically half his weight on Mukahi's shoulder. "I can call you that, right? Well, Gakuto-kun, what do we have for lunch today?"
A knuckle sandwich, please, and step on it.
I have been wonderfully addicted to JiGaku and yet there are very few JiGaku fics.