Mei was having a fantastic day. He'd showered after P.E. (stupid, he was just asking for it) and when he came out, his clothes were gone, replaced with the female uniform, skirt and everything. At least they hadn't gotten his boxers. He always hid those in a special spot, just in case.
He sighed, dressed, and gathered himself to walk through the school to the principal's office to request a second uniform. Jeers followed him as soon as he opened the door, his feminine looks attracting attention and the skirt making sure it stayed on him. It was exhausting, but he willed himself to remain focused on the task at hand and not allow the vein pulsing in his jaw to show outwardly.
He'd about had it when the hand on the stairs flipped his skirt. His body swiveled and his leg shot out, nailing the assailant in a display of exactly what he did most days afterschool. As he stared down at the boy he'd kicked in the face and tried to catch his breath, he snarled and tugged loosely on the skirt, fitting it back in place.
"Keep your hands off! Got it, asshole? I hope you die!" He realized a shrill undertone had snuck into his voice and turned, stomping indelicately up the stairs to the third floor, intent on retrieving a new boy's uniform as soon as possible.
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Yamato stared. /Boy's boxers...?/ He wondered if she simply didn't like panties, and then started laughing boisterously. "Well, that was... interesting."
Nakanishi just watched him, eyes wide and mouth open. "Did you hit your head?"
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To his irritation, the nurse didn't have a spare uniform, but they could get one ready by the end of the week. At his wide-eyed, horror-filled look, the nurse laughed and said just this week they'd excuse him wearing his own pants to school. But they had to be dress pants, she reminded him. He nodded numbly and made his way to the door, not fast enough to miss the principal's "But that does suit him, doesn't it?"
He stumbled and flushed, turning towards the shoe cubbies and heading out for the day.
As he pulled his shoes from the cubby, a rain of nails and a single piece of paper fell out. He sighed and picked up the note, leaving the nails as a present for the next student to walk this way. He flipped the note open with his right hand, setting his shoes on the floor with a 'thump' as he did so.
/How dare you kick an innocent! Go die!/ The note screamed in explicit kanji and he exhaled, thinking back to his roundhouse this afternoon and the stunned boy sitting on his ass on the floor. Had he kicked the wrong boy?
He shook his head and slipped his shoes on, leaving as quietly as he came every morning.
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Yamato lay heavy in his bed that night, daydreaming of the girl who'd kicked him on the stairs. She seemed interesting, to say the least. Maybe he could find her tomorrow?
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