Warnings: this story will contain sexual content.

Beta'd by fuwacchi.

I don't own Kateikyoushi.

Chapter one—Love Bites

I knew that the perplexed expression upon my face was going to stay for a few minutes as I sat up in bed that particular morning. There wasn't anything significantly different from my usual routine; I hadn't been woken up by an odd noise or an intruder. It wasn't the uncomfortable feeling down below nor the fluffy bird that was automatically making itself comfortable in my hair. I could feel a strange sensation upon my neck, almost as if it was throbbing. Quickly tracing my finger over the tender section of flesh, I noted down there was nothing abnormal; no scratches or gashes. My gaze lingered on my finger for a few moments. I looked at it questionably, practically expecting it to speak up and tell me what was wrong. After kicking that strange thought out of my mind, I mentally shrugged the feeling off of my shoulders before getting ready for my day. It wasn't deemed worthy of more than a few minutes of my time.

As I showered, I hadn't noticed anything different about my body. There was a possibility that I might've had a growth spurt and only became aware of it, but then I would've been feeling awkward all over. I doubted whether I could have grown only in my neck, making myself look similar to a giraffe. Mother Nature didn't favour me enough to make me stand out even more than usual. Damn. I clucked my tongue lightly as I dried myself with a towel quickly. I got dressed in the standard High School uniform; black trousers, a white shirt and a black jacket to go with it. Instead of wearing it normally, I wanted to stand out at least a little bit. I expertly perched it on top of my shoulders as I stored my tonfas within the extra pockets inside. Wearing the article of clothing in that particular way meant my access wasn't limited as much as usual, plus it wasn't as hot. A small smirk made its way onto my face as I contemplated who I could pick a fight with that day. It wasn't that I resorted to violence every moment of the day, it was just a form of a release for me. My hobbies weren't anything exciting—the most fun I would have would usually be seeing droplets of blood flying out of an orifice.

As I brushed my teeth inside my bathroom, my gaze travelled to the mirror in front of me. At first I had thought it was simply a shadow upon my neck, but I noticed a dark mark just under where my collar was. I placed my toothbrush down onto the counter as I pulled my collar, inwardly cringing at whatever I could find. I certainly wasn't expecting there to be a dark mark just below my jugular. It didn't look like it was a healing cut or even a purple bruise; the splotch was too red. I prodded it curiously and almost hissed aloud as the throbbing became intensified. It was absolutely clear that the weird feeling I had woken up to that morning was the mark upon my neck.

"Hn," I mused.

My decision was to ignore the mark and simply carry on with my day. I made sure my collar was covering it though; even if I didn't know what exactly it was, I didn't want other people to see it. It could've possibly been classed as a sign of weakness. I didn't want that of all things. Although I was a normal student, not involved in any club activities, that didn't mean I wanted to blend in with the rest. I had somehow gotten myself a reputation after my first year of Middle School .I was just unsocial, but at that point I had started to develop a liking for violence. My first fight was wonderful. I adored the feeling of adrenaline coursing through my body as well as the light feeling my body seemed to possess at certain moments.

My hands were stuffed inside my trousers pockets as I was walking to school. Although it was supposed to be quite warm that day, the wind was making the hairs on my arms stand up. I swore I could feel some of the hairs on my neck standing up too, but that could've been my own imagination. The frown upon my lips simply became deeper as I attempted to ignore the weather.

Although attending lessons wasn't the top for my priorities, I knew I had to attend them sometimes. Most of the time I skipped them and either sat on the roof or went into town, choosing to read over someone else's notes later on in the day. I didn't see the point; I was intelligent enough to simply skim over the notes and not need to delve into explanations or anything remotely similar. If I tried hard enough, I probably could've missed a few grades and get harder work. It was easier to miss just the right amount—enough not to get expelled from school—and turn up at random intervals. The teachers never attempted to scold me, they never had. At first I didn't understand it, but I chose not to question it. It didn't give me any trouble.

The only trouble I ever encountered was from the students. I nodded to myself in confirmation of that particular thought as I sat down. It was absolutely true; it wasn't as though I'd brought it upon myself. If I was being honest, I would say I was socially awkward. I didn't like being around too many people at once since it made me uncomfortable. It did feel like my personal bubble was being abused, but I hated more than that the opinions of others forced upon me. From watching afar for years, I had begun to notice small traits that individuals had; such as raising their voices when others didn't agree with their own views. I didn't want to associate myself with anyone who was similar to that. It didn't please me in the slightest; if anything, it would've made me more awkward. I didn't speak an essay worth of words in an hour, let alone daily. I remembered my own mother being worried out of her skull when I only spoke in dire situations. Since I had seen her almost have a panic attack, I decided to slip in simple questions to her every now and then to show my vocal chords were still intact.

The students decided that I had placed myself on top of a pedestal and looked down upon them for no reason. Their assumptions were almost correct, except there really were reasons why my face contorted into a scowl when they came too close. Their intentions were always too fake for me to bare. Even on special occasions, I didn't like strangers getting too close to me. Not even my own relatives came round to visit anymore.

At some point through growing up, my parents started to fight. Before I knew it, my father had disappeared and I was left with my mother. Our relationship didn't last too long either; she was too vocal where was I was not. Just after I'd turned fifteen, over a year ago, she'd rented an apartment near my school for me to live in by myself. I got the occasional phone call from her to check how things were, but we never talked about private life. It would've been viewed as weird to any outsider, but at that point in my life I viewed that as normal. I thought being detached from my family, barely speaking and having a bird as a companion was pretty down to Earth.

I didn't even know where the yellow fluff ball had come from. Had been walking through a park at one point and before I knew it, he was sitting upon my shoulder and chirping an unknown tune to me.

"Hibari-san," someone in front of me called.

My gaze immediately flickered up and I met the surprised eyes of a fellow classmate. I didn't even know her name, but I knew she wasn't the type of person to usually approach me. She seemed shy with her short brown hair falling into her face as she fingered the hem of her white blouse.

I grunted in acknowledgement, trying to get our conversation over and done within record time.

"I was w-wondering," she stuttered. "I mean, w-we were wondering why you have a love bite on your neck?"

Many thoughts were running through my head at that moment, but the dominant one was questioning the girl's sanity. No wonder she was nervous asking such a question. I had to resist the urge to slam my head into a nearby wall when I had finally processed her words. I should've realized that the mark on my neck looked strikingly similar to a love bite.

My response was to stare up at her until she backed off. Although it would've been more polite to answer bluntly with a no, I preferred to keep my mouth shut. I ignored the heated glares that were sent in my direction from the small scene that had been created and pulled a book out from my black messenger bag. Just because I attended the lessons didn't mean I paid attention. The teachers didn't bother to call on me for an answer, but I did notice the looks each of them were sending me.

It was absolutely awkward going through a whole day knowing that there were a load of individuals staring intently at my neck. Another girl even had the nerve to attempt to ask me a question, but I answered the same way as I had before; I stared her down. They didn't deserve to have my vocal chords be put to use. Breaks were somewhat alright since I'd retreated to the rooftop to take a small nap. Hibird had nestled himself within my hair as soon as I'd closed my eyes, but I didn't find him annoying. In an odd way, it was almost comforting. My eyebrows were furrowed as I thought about where I could've gotten the abnormal bruise from—I hadn't meet intimately close to anyone at all, so that was quickly thrown out of the window. There had been no blows to my neck, let alone my body. It certainly wasn't a mosquito bite or anything else.

"What the hell?" I voiced out my frustration as I was unlocking my apartment door.

When I was lazily sprawled across my sofa whilst reading the same book as before, I grumbled to myself that I needed to pick up more hobbies. I was lucky that the book I was reading was new; all the others that I owned I had read too many times. I didn't ever do anything productive in my spare time. Probably the most creative, productive and tiring hobby of mine would have to be picking fights, but now that I've almost gone through everyone that lived in Namimori it was boring. I fingered with the bridge of my nose before I chose to go shower again. I'd somehow got it into my head that if I scrubbed hard enough, the mark would be gone and my pride would be boosted back to normal.

Instead of the mark being removed, there was an angry rash across the left side of my neck, shampoo irritating my eye and a stubbed toe on my right foot. I clenched my hands into fists as I tried to contain my irritation, attempting to fight off the urge to punch the nearest wall or simply bang my head on it. It definitely wasn't my day.

I folded my clothes up quickly, changed into a fresh pair of boxers before choosing to read whilst sitting on my bed. It seemed like the best way to spend my time, but before I did that I smeared some antiseptic cream onto my neck.

"Hibari," Hibird chirped from my windowsill.

Lazily, I turned my gaze over to him and saw he was still looking out of the window whilst calling my name. He continued cheeping for a few minutes, constantly saying the same thing. I really need to teach him something new.

"You're loud." I frowned.

AN: chapters for this story will be short since I need to practice writing in small quantities. I'm planning to update weekly but I dunno if that'll happen. There will be smut though.