If I could actually wake up early, I would prefer to come to school sooner than everyone else. Less likely for me to randomly encounter…
"Who the fuck do you think you are!?"
...high school drama.
Shizuku Hirasawa, practically the only first year student I actually know, is being surrounded by a large group of girls. Her back is pressed right against the shoe lockers as they inch further and further into her personal space.
The girls cornering her are not only from the first year, but I can also see girls from the second year and a few big, tough looking senior girls.
"You think just because you're a little bit cute you have the right to take somebody's boyfriend?!"
"I didn't mean to-AH!"
One of the biggest girl in the group picks up the little first year by the collar and slams her hard against the lockers, knocking air right out of her lungs. She slowly drops onto the ground, struggling to breathe.
"Wow. To do this kind of things this early in the morning right at the entrance. You guys are pretty daring, huh?"
"What?"
Oh, shit. I said that outloud.
Calm down. I can still walk away from this. I just need to shut up and move my feet, don't make eye contact…
"What's up with you?" calls the biggest girl, still looming above Shizuku.
Just walk away…
"Senpai…" the little thing on the floor calls out pathetically, and my feet stop moving.
What's happening? Just keep walking. It has nothing to do with me.
"...Help."
Oh fuck me.
Without my command, my body turns to face the group of girls.
"You're her friend? What, you want to play white knight or something?" says one of the girl. For me all of their faces look the same, and equally threatening.
"Nah, just want to state my opinion." I say to the biggest girl, my face smiling for some unknown reason. "I think if a man was so ugly that he was desperate enough to start dating a brute like you, it's not like he'd have a chance in the first place with someone as cute as her."
"W-what!?"
"I think you're safe. He won't leave you. He's probably too ugly to risk it."
"You're dead!"
Yep. I am so dead.
The big girl charges at me, not caring that her friends are trying to stop her.
I close my eyes, ready to take the pain as a reward for my stupidity.
WHAM
I open my eyes, and is greeted by the sigh of the massive girl on the floor.
"What the heck was that?! Who is she!?" asks one of the girls still standing.
"I don't know! She just spawned out of nowhere like a shadow!" says another.
My confusion only lasts until a familiar girl walks from behind me and into my sight.
"Uchi-san?" I say to the girl, the girl with a face so nondescript she might as well be wearing an emoji mask.
"Good morning, Kuroki-san." she greets, shaking her bruised knuckles.
"How long have you…"
"I've been walking behind you all this time. Haven't you noticed me?"
"No, I haven't."
What is she, a ninja?
"Of course you haven't noticed me." she says, and it might be just because I have no idea how to read emoji, but I swear she's looking sad.
No idea why.
"You...you bastards…"
The biggest girl stands up, wiping her bruised cheek.
"Oh? Are you going to solve all of your problems with your fists?" A familiar voice speaks out from the entrance.
"Nemo?"
"That's pretty manly of you. Your boyfriend probably felt like a homo everytime you did it together."
"You want to die too!?" shouts the massive girl.
"No! Wait!" stops one of the girl, looking terrified. "Look at her skirt!"
Heh? What's up with my skirt?
"Nobody but a delinquent boss would wear a skirt that long!" the girl says, pointing at me. "She must be a sukeban!"
Wait, what?
"What? No way a gang leader would be that scrawny…"
"Oi, oi, what's happening here?" says a boisterous voice.
"Morning, Yoshida-san." greets Nemo.
"Morn'."
"Morning, sister-in-law." I say.
"S-sister-in-law?"
"Have you let my brother touch your nipples, yet?"
It probably says something about me when I cannot miss the chance to make the pudding head blushes even at a time like this.
"To speak to the infamous Yoshida like that…" one of the girls says, absolutely terrorized.
"No doubt about it. She must be a sukeban!"
Do I really look like a gangster? Short skirt is just too embarrassing, dammit!
"Good morning, Kuroki-san." says another new voice.
"Ah, Yuri…" I call, using her first name without thinking. Yuri is blushing a little. Probably the sun is already pretty high outside.
"What's that?" I call, pointing at the plastic bag Yuri is carrying.
"Oh, just a coconut for our home economic class."
Yuri reaches into the bag and pulled out a full, hard coconut.
Shit, I forget. What are we making today again?
Suddenly Yuri's fingers visibly strain, and…
BLAM
I nearly got covered in coconut water as the poor tropical fruit explodes in Yuri's hand.
"The heck?!"
"Thought I'd pre-crack it. We don't need the water anyway."
"The fu- Do you have an industrial press for a hand or something?" says Yoshida, fortunately distracted from my earlier jest.
"I-I DON'T WANT TO DIE!" one of the bully girls suddenly screams as she bolts out of the place, running at full speed.
"W-WAIT FOR ME!" says the biggest girl, closely following the first girl.
"WE'RE SORRY!" the rest of the group scream as they run away, following their leader.
I can only watch in confusion.
"What the heck just happened?"
Shrugging, I walk up towards Shizuku, still sitting limp on the floor.
"You're alright?"
She looks up to me, not even trying to get up.
"Senpai, were you being serious?"
"Huh?
"When you said I was cute."
Well, how's that for an odd priority?
"Uh, sure, I guess. I think you're pretty cute."
The girl's face lit up. Looking at her right now it's impossible to think of her as the girl who was just being bullied a moment ago.
…
Wait, why do I suddenly feel a wave of murderous aura coming from behind me?