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Title: Violence
They met in middle school.
Imayoshi was in charge of showing the some of the first years around since he was a second year. He wasn't looking forward to it, but the teachers recommended him to the program when they saw he had good leadership skills.
He hated having to deal with younger people. They were either overly enthusiastic about coming here, or scared of having to be in a new building.
One of the student stuck out to him. The name tag said that his name was Hanamiya Makoto. He looked at everything with indifference. He didn't even seem like he was interested in being here.
That was why he taken the kid under his wing. He popped up after his classes or during lunch to see how the boy was doing. He was greeted with scowl every time and a bark to "leave me the fuck alone."
That was only on the first day.
The second day he almost grinned when he saw the boy standing in the middle of the hallway looking around, them back at his schedule. It was obvious that he was lost and for some reason none of the other kids seem to want to help him.
Imayoshi made his way through the first year wing to approach the boy.
"You want help?" The older boy asked.
"Not from you," the younger hissed.
"Well it doesn't seem as if anyone else is going to."
"I can figure it out myself."
"Right," Imayoshi snatched the piece of paper from Hanamiya's hand, "Come on it's this way." Before Hanamiya could say anything Imayoshi grasped his hand and was pulling him down the hallway.
He took it upon himself to personally bother the boy from here on out. It wasn't long until the boy would just try to ignore him. Imayoshi wouldn't have any of it.
That was when Hanamiya first hit him. He had to admit, he wasn't expecting that kind of power from something so small, nor for him to be so angry.
The other first years paid it no mind as he fell to the floor clutching his bleeding nose. A few gave him a fleeting look, but they all shared the same expression as if they'd been expecting this for a while now. He'd heard rumors that the other kids didn't like Makoto because he was a bit of a sadist, but he didn't believe it, until now.
It didn't stray him from his goal, whatever that was, for some reason. He learned how to steer clear of those deathly blows. It wasn't long until Hanamiya went back to spouting out insults or wishes of harm.
"You know, if you're a sadist like everyone else says, then that means you get off on causing pain."
"And," Makoto was currently trying to read a book.
"You're always trying to hit me, or saying you want something bad to happen to me. Do you get off on the thought of me?"
The younger one blushed burying his face into his book, "Go play in traffic."
"Is that a yes?" He pulled the book away from the other boys hands, "You like me don't you?"
"Do you want a broken a nose?"
"Love you too." Imayoshi grinned before he was promptly punched.