"Yuki, wake up! You're gonna be late for school!"

Yukiteru Amano woke up and, as many do when they wake up in the morning, instantly regretted the fact that he existed. Yuki was a thirteen year old boy with an average (if somewhat feminine) frame, short black hair, blue eyes, and a rather unenthusiastic outlook on the rest of his life.

"Fuck," he groaned. "Fuuuuuuuccckkk!"

He sighed and sat up in bed. "Coming, mom! Just lemme get dressed!" He picked out a black shirt and (despite his embarrassment at still having pretty much no body hair to speak of) beige cargo shorts. He put on some white socks, got out of bed, and left his room, being once again reminded that he now lived in a small house with his single mother. Still, a small house with a single mom is better than a big house with a terrified mom and an abusive dad.

Small new house, no friends, still no girlfriend, and (as of two weeks ago, when the divorce was finalized) officially being from a broken home (and speaking of things breaking, he was not fond of his puberty-changed voice). Yes, it looked like 2015 was going to be a fun year indeed for young Yuki.

Eventually, he finished his walk to his new school (he had to change schools when he and his mom moved). It was a bit larger than he expected, which was rather surprising, considering the area it was in was well-known for being incredibly poor. He just assumed that Mayor Bacchus really cared about education. By the end of the day, he would be proven wrong.

As he settled into his new classroom, he glanced around at his classmates. There was a brown-haired girl with glasses, who reminded him of his mother. To the right of her was a beautiful pink-haired girl. On the other side of the room was a tanned girl with short brown hair, who was sitting next to a girl with light purple hair. The four were surrounded by various other students, but Yuki managed to pick out the one person he did know in the room: Ouji Kosaka.

Kosaka, whose shade of dark hair somewhat resembled Yuki's, often picked on him when they were younger. That changed last year, when Yuki, in his first instance of being the giver of violence rather than the receiver, got drunk for the first time and fought him. The two were both arrested, but were quickly released due to their ages.

He was a cunt, in other words.

The teacher, a green-eyed man with red hair, walked in. He closed the door behind him, sat at his desk, and looked around at the class. He sighed.

"Alright, you little bastards. My name is Mr. Hiyama. Let's see whose here, and exactly how low I should set my expectations for this year."

Takao had a reputation as a rather cruel teacher (in fact, due to the school's desperation for teachers, he literally could not be fired unless he was convicted of a felony, so he could basically be as sadistic as he wanted), but he could be nice if he believed you had potential. This being Sakurami, however, very few students had potential.

He looked at one side of the room and smiled. "Ah, Ms. Wakaba. You were the student with the second-highest grades last year. I expect great things from you." He rolled his eyes. "Of course, second place doesn't mean shit," he muttered under his breath. He shifted his gaze slightly and his smile returned.

"And we appear to have been graced with the presence of Ms. Gasai!"

Everyone looked at Yuno. She blushed.

"Don't be embarrassed, Ms. Gasai! Everyone, this is the student with not only the highest grades for every year since Kindergarten out of this entire class, but in this entire school!" Once again, he looked away and muttered something. "Not that such a thing is exactly difficult, considering the retards that go here..." He looked back. "I expect you all to follow her example!"

He turned away from Yuno, who was currently bright red, and looked towards the other side of the room. "Coming in third is Ms. Nonosaka, and next to her is our star athlete, Ms. Tsukishima." Mao smiled, while Hinata frowned upon hearing her last name. "These two are often contestants in the local beauty pageant, and you can clearly see why!" Hinata's smile returned. Takao turned away for yet a third time. "Then again, it's not really a beauty pageant if they let anyone in and there's categories besides 'beauty'..." Orin, Ai, and Kamado always won in their respective categories, while Yuki's mom was often the third and final loser.

"Let's see, who else, who else...ah, Mr. Kosaka. One of the students who just barely managed to get into this grade."

Kosaka laughed smugly. "Like I give a shit about that!"

Takao laughed in a more genuine way, and for a fourth time muttered under his breath. "Little fucking asswipe, someone should gut you like a fish."

At no point did Takao notice that everyone could hear him, and in fact had heard everything he had said previously. He would not have cared even if he did notice.

Finally, he looked at Yuki and grimaced. "And last, and most definitely least, we have..." He loudly sighed. "Yukiteru. The only student here with a lower average than Mr. Kosaka. Look at this absolute failure, everyone. Go on, look at him! If Ms. Gasai is the student I want you all to be like, Yukiteru is the one I want you to never be like."

Yuki awkwardly looked down. Most of the students (especially Yuno) were rather uncomfortable seeing Yuki being talked to like this, but were too afraid to say anything. Kosaka, however, thought it was hilarious.

"What, you're not even going to defend yourself?" Takao laughed.

"S..." Yuki continued to look down. "Sorry," he finally said quietly.

"You know what you are, Yukiteru?"

"W-what, sir?"

"You're shit."

A very long silence came after that, until finally, Takao imparted more immortal words of wisdom onto his student:

"You're fucking shit."