Okay, this anime girl running late to school with toast in her mouth thing is so tiring. As much as he "train" over the month that his sister left, Gu is not an athlete. He's some guy that likes to stuff his mouth with good food while reading a large collection of manga. He's not a psycho like Liu who prefers to do pull-up or sit-ups while studying for her entrance exams. Which Liu did a lot when she was trying to enter into Yuuei without a recommendation. Still doesn't know how Liu can stand up after reaching her very limit.
But what's Liu's limit anyways? She doesn't have one.
Gu, in the end, decided to walk to school as he gnaw on his breakfast. He is totally and utterly bored. Maybe he should have skipped today instead of going to school. Go to that arcade that he planned last night, but somehow didn't go last night. God, Gu hates having almost have of his brain gone. People may not see it, but these scars reflect the type of the injuries Gu has. And one of them is permanent brain damage. And one of those side effects is temporarily memory loss. That's probably why Gu can't remember last night or what he did. He really wonder what he did during that time.
But being nonchalant as he can be, Gu shoves his worries off his shoulders as he walks in the hallways of Beijing's Fine Arts Academy. As artsy this school could be, Gu gags at the oversaturation of colors and designs. The walls was plastered with some neon pink zebra striped wallpaper and the floor was painted in polished dark red. Even the windows that Gu walks past was stained glass of various alumni, each expressing their talents and skills that they learned in the academy. Ballet, cooking, painting, writing, singing, instrument playing, all forms that art could be.
The school says that there's honor in creating art, but Gu disagreed. There's no honor in cooking, his own art. Any fool can cook, but it take someone to cook something tasty. Any fool can dance, but it take someone give meaning to the dance. Anyone could do art, but it take certain people that make it means so much more. To say that doing art give honor to the artist was a complete insult since "honor" is something that any fool can obtained.
But honor is overrated.
Gu reaches to his classroom and pulls open the door with his jiangbing hanging from his mouth. The second he opened the door, all of his classmates turns and stare at him with tiresome eyes as if to say, "Oh, it's just you." Gu didn't take offense instead he gulps the rest of his jiangbing before slowly making his way to his station. The classroom isn't like the typical classroom like others. This is the culinary arts section of this school so it had been modified to fit the study.
The classroom has stations fitted with the latest in cooking technology. Mixers large as it can be. Sink clearer than anything in this world. And the freshest ingredients that the academy can get their hands on was piled in the drawers to the black counters. Gu makes it to his station, sitting next to his partner that was forced to sit next to the psychopath for the rest of the year.
"Well Shu," his teacher calls him by his real name to stake her authority. "Where have you been?"
"I got jiangbing," Gu replies bluntly, yawning.
His teacher wanted to scold him more after sassing her like that, but she was in the middle of class. For now, she'll just accept Gu's explanation as she points a finger towards his station, a silent gesture to sit. Gu gladly take the hint and walk to his station with his unfortunate partner. Gu doesn't care about this broong lesson so he proceed to lay his head down and fall asleep. He doesn't know why he can easily fall asleep in school and not at home, either because it's more comfortable or what, but Gu is going to escape from this plain of existence with a quick nap. His teacher didn't even bother to wake him up. For a while, she had given up on the delinquent. It's just so hopeless in getting him to pay attention. She truly wanted him to get expel already if he's not dedicated to his studies.
He got the talent, but he never applies himself.
The bell rings as the halls flood with students. It's their lunch period, and everyone is rushing to the cafeteria to get their fill. Everyone but Gu left. Gu, now wide awake, is cooking a simple meal for two. Fried rice with small chunks of char siu, one of his favorite dishes. Putting the rice in two bento-like containers, his teacher watches him from her desk. Tapping her polished fingers in the wood, she watches the troublemaker with sharp judgmental eyes. Gu notices this, but he doesn't really care. Let that old hag think whatever. He have to prepare an important meal for someone.
After packing the rice, Gu grabs two pairs of wooden chopsticks from the drawer and walk out, but not before he heard someone.
"Shu," his teacher calls. "May I have a word?"
Sighing, Gu make a turn and walk in front of his teacher's desk. It only been a few seconds, but he is dreading the same boring conversation that his teacher would give him every so often.
"I seen your fight yesterday," his teacher starts, her tone firm as it can be. "And I'm concerned."
Lies. Gu see through this facade already. "Concerned" is least of her worries. What's this bitch's motive already? Gu knew that she ain't concerned when last week, Gu crack his skull when he leant far in his seat and fell against the cooking station behind him.
"You are the best culinary arts student in this school, Shu," she states. "Why are you throwing your life away for something so . . . Meaningless?"
Gu didn't grace her with a reply, but with a stare that explains it like the other conversations they had.
Because it's just so much fun.
But this hag goes on.
"You know," she continues. "Many people aren't so lucky in getting this academy. Around three thousand potential culinary arts students had applied for the school and only a selected few could get in with a scholarship. You are a part of it, Shu."
Please stop using his real name. His nickname is Gu, not Shu.
"Shu, I'm being serious," his teacher was slightly angers at her student's silence. "You are throwing something that many had been working for their whole lives!"
Gu sighs. "Are we finished -"
"No, we are not finished," she sharply cuts him off. "There's many pressing issues I'm hand! You have seriously injured several high school students yesterday!"
Gu raises a brow, confused. "So?"
"'So'!" his teacher was practically yelling at this point. How annoying. "The school is reviewing this case and you might get expel for this!"
"Okay," Gu nonchalantly shrugs, wishing to escape from this repeated conversation.
"You can't brush this off!" Okay, she's definitely screaming at this point. Cool. "There are consequences for your actions!"
"Okay," Gu yawns. Seriously, how long does this goes on? He just wanna leave! Is that too much to ask?
"Why aren't you reacting?" his teacher yells at him. "Why aren't you saying anything?"
"I just don't care, ma'am," Gu states. Yeah, he never really care for those he had hurt. Those "heroes" knew where they heading. If they didn't, then those idiots deserved what happened to them.
Absolutely furious, his teacher drops a bomb on him.
"You hurted my son yesterday," she says, unable to contain her tears. "He's unable to walk properly now because of you. You destroyed his dream of becoming a hero."
This caught Gu's interest. Wait, who was popped from this hag's hole again? Oh whatever. It doesn't even matter. He wanna go.
"Oh?" Gu says, subconsciously grinning at the news.
"You little bastard," she is trembling. Gu wonder if it was out of anger or sadness. Maybe both? "Why the hell are you not feeling anything?"
"I don't know," Gu states, bored again. "Maybe because half of my brain is gone or something like that."
"My son was Digger," she states, tears streaming down her cheeks. "The first child that you hurted!"
Her fists tighten into balls, almost breaking her skin and drawing blood. Gu is so not interested. Why is this woman so surprised that her sin got injured? Should she already sign a disclaimer or something?
"Cool," Gu yawns. God, it's just another dumbass mom who clearly didn't read the disclaimer. She should have known that her son was going into.
"How -"
"Okay!" Gu cuts her off, frustrated and bored of his little mind. "Before you continue, lemme tell ya something!" Gu take a deep breath as he mentally prepares a speech for this hopefully ignorant parent. "You knew this shit before he got hurt."
"Huh?" she asks. Yup, Gu is right again. She is truly ignorant!
"You see," Gu speaks slowly as if she was a child. "There's a thing that they gives before the fights. It called a 'disclaimer contract'." Gu sighs out of habit. "It's a thing that Qīng-Háizi Academy gave to you since you're a parent. It's basically a warning that your child may or may not get injured beyond belief." The teacher gasp, remembering the agreement she signed a while back.
Gu smirks. Oh yeah, he got the upper hand in information in this round.
"And now you know the ball kicker," Gu explains with a cruel grin. "You can't sue me!" Gu tilts his head so innocently. "Yep yup! Because you sighed that disclaimer that said 'Hey bitch, because of legal reasons between the school and the families of participants, you ain't allow to sue either the school or said families.'"
Gu see tears dropping down from baggy eyes. Lemme guess, he thought. She stayed up last night, worrying about her poor son. That would so sad if she haven't put him in the situation he's in. He hear some choking sobs. "Why are you so surprised?" Gu asks, almost sounding like it's a statement. "You knew it since the beginning."
With that, Gu take his two containers and walk out of his classmate, not noticing his lingering classmates who watched the whole interaction through door.
Gu smiles, almost hugging his meals in his arms. I hope he likes it, he prays as he pulls his hood up and walk up to the rooftop. I made the stuff he needs. Protein, carbs, a ton of vegetables, some fruits. Just as he climb to the roof, it was filled with other students who decided to spend their lunch period there. Each having their own group to talk with.
But Gu isn't look at them.
He wouldn't care less about them, because at the moment, his heart is beating faster than normal. A small blush graces his cheeks. Gu hates school without a doubt. Beyond elementary school, Gu doesn't really need more schooling for his dream of becoming both a chef and a villain. School, to the vampire, was just a place where the teachers doesn't give a damn about your existence as your peers judge you before they get to know you. Underneath the surface, Gu was just a normal kid with different views than most. But his views are not "right."
As if the world knew what's truly right and wrong.
But if school is anything like the "real world", then the world is rotten. And if school is like the real world, Gu would have stop going to this hellhole a long time ago and go live in the actual world he lives in.
But he didn't left for one beloved person.
Gu is looking at that same person, sitting in the far corner and away from his peers. With a large book opened in his lap, he ignores the rest of the world. With his short brown hair, one shade lighter of burned wood, and his sapphire blue eyes and even that flat nose that made him look like a piggy at time, Gu's heart skips a beat at the normal and (Maybe it's just Gu) seemly precious scene. Rectangular-shaped glasses sits on his nose bridge, Gu is tempted to yank it off and wear it. Why? Gu wanted to see how he view the world! Gu know it's kinda creepy (It is definitely creepy), but he have this rapidly beating heart for a while.
Grinning ear to ear, Gu kept his footstep quiet as he approaches the reader. The boy buries his nose deep within the book, engulfed with each description. Gu sneaks behind him and take a quick peek at his book, but suddenly, Gu's grin turns into a pout.
"Seriously Minni," Gu says. "There's no pictures in it! That's a total bore, dude!"
The reader, now named "Minni", gasps in surprise as he accidentally throw the book in the air. His glasses slips off his face by the sudden movement. Luckily, Gu catches the glasses before it hit the ground and slides it onto Minni's nose bridge. Still shaken, Minni swipes the book that fallen besides him before glaring at the vampire.
"Gu!" the glasses boy whines, almost sounding like a whimper. "Why do you have to destroy all of my fantastic fantasies of friendship and good morals?" Minni frowns. "I was getting inspirations for another book . . ."
"An actual book or another Fairy Tail fanfiction?" Gu asks, smug when he watch Min buries his nose into his book. "Am I right?" Gu inches close towards Min's face. "Right?" Gu comes closer. "Right?" Gu's cheek made contact with Minni's cheek. "Right -"
"It's not fanfiction," Minni lies, blushing at the close contact. "It's . . . For my novels . . ."
"I smell bullshit!" Gu playfully says, nuzzling his cheek into his.
"Screw you!" Minni shoves an elbow into Gu's stomach, causing Gu to be push back and to coughs from the sharp contact.
This is Bai Min (Or "Minni" as Gu have gracefully nicknamed him), Gu's only friend that is still a virgin. This asocial nerd is in the writing section of his school, and, just like Gu, his talent of writing is the best that this place has to offer. He had over ten different novels, each getting a bestseller and, at least, have been translated into one different language. Besides that, Gu think that Min is the cutest little nugget here in this damn school despite being taller by twelve whole centimeters and being plain as a typical harem anime protagonist. Okay, Gu admits that Min is taller than he should be, but Gu still wear the pants in this friendship!
"By the way," Gu recovers from the hit and hands Min his bento. "That's your health conscious lunch."
"Does it has everything?" Min opens the lid and peer into the contents. "Protein, carbs -"
"A ton of vegetable and some fruit," Gu finishes for him, opening his bento. "Yep, yep. I got everything for you, ya big nerd!"
"I'm not that big of a nerd, Gu," Min retorts, taking slight offense to his comment. "Unlike you, I actually do stuff with my life. I don't just read manga and shove trash into my mouth all day."
"Does trash includes dicks too?" Gu hands Min a pair of chopsticks.
Min blushes, splitting his chopsticks into two. "You are the most vulgar person that I've known," he quietly comments.
"But you love me!" Gu yells, moving nearer his friend as he wears a huge grin.
And as expected, some of their classmates turns their heads to the duo. Min, out of embarrassment, shoves an elbow into Gu's stomach once again. Gu coughs painfully at immediate contact. With that and with their classmates satisfied with their daily dose of drama, they look away. Min releases a breath that he had been holding.
"Screw. You," he whispers.
"Love you too," Gu whispers back with a pain-ridden smile. "But in all seriousness, please eat your lunch. It'll get cold and gross if you don't."
Min huffs with anger before cracking the bento open and removing the lid. Once again, he check his meal again.
Protein: Saucy char siu, carbs: white rice, vegetables: a cucumber salad with a ginger dressing, and fruits: a cute yogurt parfait with rabbit-shaped apples and half-cut poached pears with chocolate decorations that made them look like a scruffy hedgehog.
Min stares at the bento, apathetic.
"Gu," he calls.
"Yes Minni!" Gu picks up a piece of char siu with his chopsticks.
"Why there's a girly parfait in this bento?" Min asks, awkward.
"Huh?" Gu asks back, confused. "What do you mean? There's no -"
When Gu peers into his friend's bento, he drops his jaw low. There he saw one of his biggest nightmares come to live. You may not understand this, but Gu daydreams a lot and accidentally do things that he would regret in the future. Going to a room with a idea but to only be somewhere completely didn't. Entering into situation and not remember the reason why he enter into the situation in the first place. Making a meal for his crush that features a girly dessert while daydreaming make-believe dates with his crush.
Holy shit!
Gu just made a meal for his crush that features a girly dessert while daydreaming make-believe dates with his crush!
He is so fucked!
"Um," Gu starts. For all that is holy and unholy, he fucked himself in the ass so hard! Gu is screaming within his soul. Min is gonna find out that his best friend of five years secretly had a major gay crush on him! He's gonna be creeped the fuck out because Min plainly told Gu before that "he is straight as a ruler" while Gu want to engage in an intimate relationship with kisses, hugs, and cuddling! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
No! No! FUCK NO!
Gu just gotta smooth it out! He just have to pull a random lie out of his ass and save himself from embarrassment!
"Um . . ." Gu hesitates. C'mon! Think! You gotta say something smart or else this friendship is over! "It's . . . The Waffle Club."
"The Waffle Club?!" Min gasps, looking into the contents of the bento with widen eyes. "What did they did with my lunch?!"
Gu let out a quiet sigh. Thank God for the Waffle Club. It was easy to make those guys a scapegoat.
"I don't know it was the Waffle Club," Gu explains. "But I think it is the Waffle Club."
"Unbelievable! Why they keep doing things to me?!" Min cries out in misery. "Darn those Waffles! Now I can't eat my lunch . . ."
Oh shit, Gu had done something horrible. Poor Minni, he can't even eat a single piece of char siu from his bento. But luckily, Gu have an idea.
"Hey-O!" Gu calls out, lifting his bento up. "Wanna switch, Minni?"
Min lifts his head up with a confused yet hopeful look.
"It basically have all the things in that bento but without the parfait!" Gu pick up Min's bento and replace it with his. "Dude, you can totally eat it!"
"But what if that bento had been spiked with something?" Min asks with concern.
It wasn't spiked with anything. The Waffle Club had nothing to both with the parfait being made. It's just Gu daydreaming about going out with his crush and cuddling the end.
Gu sighs, trying to hide his embarrassed blush as he digs into his meal. Just as expected, it's slightly cold because the two goop balls have been talk for so long, but it was delicious as always. Gu eats it in silence while Min watch.
"What are you staring at?" Gu asks, his mouth filled with food.
"You know it's spiked with something," Min remarks, trying to focus on consuming his food.
"No it isn't!" Gu states with confidence, spooning the parfait into his empty mouth. "It's just a tactic by the Waffle Club to force us to throw away our -"
Grumble . . . Grumble . . .
With his hand mid air for another bite, Gu's stomach curds as it twists in pain. He let out a quiet but high-pitched whine. Min notices and gasps at the sight of his pained friend.
"Oh my God!" he exclaims his shock. "I knew that the Waffle Club spiked it!"
Well, fuck Gu sideways! This is -
Gu hunches over the toilet bowl, vomiting all the contents in his stomach. It's way past his lunch period and, for the first time in his life, Gu rather prefer to go to class than be in the bathroom. Grunting and heaving with each vomit, Gu heard the bathroom doors opens violently.
"The nurses are busy!" Min cries, his panic evident. "There was other students who have their lunch spiked with some type of puking medicine too!"
"What the fuck . . ." Gu whispers before hurling into the toilet.
"I think it was Waffle Club again," Min comments.
"No shit!" Gu yells within the stall before spilling his cookies again.
Goddamnit to Hell! Who knew that Waffle Club just so happened to decided to spiked all the food, including the ingredients that both the culinary arts section and the cafeteria lady used to cook? But the begs the question . . .
"How the fuck are you not sick?!" Gu asks Min. "I'm dying, but you're not! How?!"
He flinches back, raising his hands in defense. "I didn't eat lunch at all!" Min meekly explains. "I'm really sorry, Gu! I am!"
Shit, he scared Min. That's so not cool.
"D-Dude," Gu spill out nothing but stomach acid before standing up weakly. "It's fine. I just -" Gu gasps before he runs back to the toilet and vomits. Min looks over his friend's shoulder. He bends his knees and pat the vampire's back with care.
"Hey," Min softly says. "I think teachers are gonna release us early today because of all of this vomiting." Gu vomits, gasping for breath for each grueling session. "Maybe you can go over to my place and let my Yéye look at you? He's a doctor, remember? How that sounds?"
Gu spit a wad of sticky yellow goop before nodding. "Y-Yeah," Gu says. "Let's go." Gu tries to give his friend a smile, but his stomach betrays him. He coughs into the toilet while hugging the bowl tightly. Min put a finger on his chin as he give a thoughtful look.
"Yeah, we need a bag if you just continue vomiting," Min states. "Let's see . . ."
Min looks around the bathroom, opening a few stalls to find something. "Ah ha!" Min finds a roll of unused toilet paper. He grabs it and dashes back to Gu's side.
"Gu, I find something that I can make into a bag," Min focuses his quirk in the toilet, engulfing it in a white light. "But I'm not sure it would be stable, but it's better than nothing!"
Within the white glow, it shapes and changes. In a minute or so, the light dissipates, leaving only a large plastic bag with a very thin wooden layer inside to add stability.
Quirk: Molecular Rearrangement. It follows Min to reshape any items to any other items he desires. But he can't break the laws of science with this quirk. Equivalent Exchange!
"Gu!" Min runs to his friend's side, hook his arm under Gu's, and lift him up. "Please vomit in here. We're going home."
Gu, breathless, smiles as he take the bag and promptly vomits in it. Min gently pats his back.
"There, there," he says with soothing and even somewhat of a motherly tone. "Let's go home. My Yéye can help you, okay?"
Despite his stomach twist and turns with each vomit, despite his blood filling with rage and the need to seek revenge, Gu feels happy to be so near his his best friend and crush. His warm touch makes Gu feel relaxed and happy at a certain level. It's just like his father's hugs used to be. Gu, weak and useless at the moment, unconsciously buries his head into his friend's torso. Min flinches at the sudden moment, but he relaxes. It's alright, he told himself. Gu is probably not in the right state of mind after all of that vomiting. He don't usually just cuddle up to me. Min blushes at the thought. Cuddles? No, Gu isn't cuddling with him. He's just too tired to think now and needed someone to carry him. Yeah, Gu is probably doing that. Min don't need (don't want) to look too deep into this.
Min, using his other arm, lifts the small male up. Now Min is hugging him. God, he hoped Gu won't be too offended about this. But that again, Gu won't like it even more if Min just decided to carry him like his bride. My bride . . . Min's blush deepens. Realizing this, he shakes his head rapidly, trying to fan out his hot cheeks. No, no, no, no, he is not gay like Gu! He's not! He's totally straight like a ruler!
Min sighs, supporting Gu while holding the vomit bag. Yeah, he's straight like a ruler.
But whatever! Gu is very sicky and he needs to taken to his Yéye ASAP! Min has no time to question his sexuality! With Gu half-asleep, Min tighten his arms around him and carry him out of the restroom. The impending sight shocks Min more than expected.
One by one, collapsed students lays practically on top on each other's vomit. The foul smell pierces through Min's sensitive nose, almost making him gag. The students who were still awake moans in pain before vomiting all around the filthy floors. They were all trying to go to the restrooms before the drugs takes hold on their bodies. Min stares at the horrific scene, pitying his classmates' ailment. What on earth did they put in our foods? He thought, terror-stricken. Min can't begin to understand why the Waffle Club did this to innocent students. What did they have to gain from making so many sick to the point that many can't no longer move? What kind of cruelty did they had in their hearts?
Min didn't want to question it further. He gotta think straight. Gu needs medical help. Min walks past the students, ignoring their pleas or cries of help. Min can't help them. He's a writer, not a hero. He also can create and wrote heroes, but to be a hero? There's not even a slim chance in Hell he would even be hero. No, he must think about himself and his closest friend. All of these people are people he can't help.
Again, Min isn't a hero.
Min approaches the front entrance to allow find a large crowd of students, both sick and healthy, standing in front of the doors which were blocked by teachers. The crowd was furious, sharply yelling profanities and distasteful remarks at said teachers.
"Now! Now!" a male teacher yells, using his own body to block the students from getting out. "There's a ton of ambulances on the way! Just wait!"
"We have been waiting for thirty minutes!" a girl yells back.
"Yeah, it's total bullshit!" another student states. "They ain't coming!"
The crowd become more violent as they tried to put the teachers away. The teachers holds on to the door frames, using their quirks when necessary. Min stand back, away from the crowds. "Gu," he whispers to his friend. "We can't go this way, and I think they're blocking the other entrances too."
"How do you know that?" Gu weakly hisses.
"I just assumed," Min explains. "If they are doing this to the main entrance, then there are teachers at the other entrances."
"Fuck!" Gu cusses, gagging for a second before holding his puke in. "Okay, take me to a classroom."
"Huh?" Min looks down at Gu. "Why?"
"Just do it!" Gu grabs the bag from Min and vomits in it.
Min, already scared as he is, obeys him as he walks to the nearest classroom. Again, Min was greeted with the sight of puking middle schoolers. Cool, nothing new at this point.
"Hey," Gu shrugs off his friend's grip as he wobbly walks towards the teacher's desk. On it, he sees the item he needed. A handy dandy stapler that seems pretty heavy on its own. Perfect.
"Minni," Gu turns to his friend and gives him a shaky smile. "I gots an idea. Mind to do a favor?"
Min hesitates before nodding in agreement.
"You are so awesome, dude," Gu smiles wider despite the pain growing from the bottom from his stomach. "You know that, right?"
For some reason, his comment made Min feels all fuzzy and warm. It's so weird. This isn't like the first time that Gu told him that he's awesome, but somehow, Gu smiles at him while in great agony. Ah! He's just looking too much into it!
"Okay, what do you need?" Min asks, walking towards the vampire.
Gu picks up the stapler and throws at Min who clumsily catches it.
"Turns that into the densest ball that you could make!" Gu exclaims, coughing. "Like it have to be hella dense. Denser that some guy in Japan with red and white hair who can't really tell emotions but only slightly better at telling emotion than Big Sis!"
Min blinks for a moment. "That's . . . oddly specific . . ." Min remarks.
"I know," Gu admits. "But I'm sick. I'm probably spilling bullshit right about now."
Okay, it's just bullshit. There's no dense guy in Japan with red and white hair who can't really tell emotions but only slightly better at telling emotion than Gu's Big Sis. Nope, there's no one like that. Totally no one like that.
But that's not what important. Gu wanted a dense ball made out of a stapler. Min looks down at his hands. He's carrying the brag bag in his left hand and the stapler in his right.
"Bro," Gu gently calls, his face turning into a sickly purple color. "Can I . . ." Min extends the bag which Gu gladly takes. "Cool." With that, Gu vomits in it. Min wonders how Gu can continue to puke without dying. He exhausted everything in his stomach now. In fact, he should be crippled at this point. Just look at their classmates. They looked like that they are actually throwing up their internal organs.
But again, Gu is Gu. There's many mysteries about how he work exactly. Like how he can function with only half of a brain left? But there are times where Min should not question anything at all.
"Um," Min is quite fazzy at the moment.
"I want a ball denser than my balls during sex," Gu demands, wiping his mouth with his gloved hand.
"O-Okay!"
To all the Gods out there, why did you made Min's best friend a dirty gay man slut? Min didn't question it further and looks down in his hand as a white light manifests around the stapler. A few moments later, Min forms a heavy metal ball in a shade of off black. Min tosses up, teasing it's weight. It's heavy, its atoms had been packed tightly. Dense just like Gu said. After what seems to be his millionth time he puked, Gu offers a hand, demanding for the item. Min reluctantly give him the ball. But the second that the ball touches his palm, Gu grins wickedly. The corners of his lips twist into sneering smile as his one and only eye gleams a heinous yellow.
At that moment, Min questions what had he just releases within his villainous friend?
Five snaps.
Making a one-eighty spin, Gu twists his body towards the window and aims the ball at the laminated stained windows. The ball, at high velocity, was shots out faster than a sharp bullet. With a fiery yell surrounding the ball, the window breaks into a million and one pieces at immediate contact. The glass flies everywhere, hitting and cutting up some of the poor students who was laying in their own bile. Min, who still at a daze, was snapped back to reality by an arm wrapping this throat. Turning to the source of the arm, he see Gu smiling at him, his eye glowing brighter than usual.
"C'mon!" Gu shouts, excited. "Pick me like your bride and take home me so we can consummate!"
Min blushes. Why Gu have to make it seem like they were a couple? Luckily, the majority of students in this room are passed out from exhaustion. Hopefully, no new rumors about them being super gay won't spread. And what Min means "hopefully" actually means "probably not."
Nevertheless, Min picks up the small boy and had exactly one thought. Gu's lighter than expected. Min knew Gu has a smaller weight than him, but damn, he's light like a feather! Min glances over Gu's tiny figure. He fits in his arm perfectly. But at that moment, Gu decides to let his exhaustion takes hold as he leans into his friend's chest, causing Min to gasp at the sudden contact. Gu's lightly blushed cheeks to his small pants. Min observes his slight changes in his facial expressions. And from what Min can tell, this is quite odd for the vampire. Min rarely see Gu this weak. Like out of the many years they had spent together and all the times that Gu got him in trouble with his decisions, only twice had Min seen him as somewhat "delicate." This is kinda insane to him. Shouldn't Gu be the alpha in this relationship? The strong-willed friend that will fight until the bitter end and with no bullshit plot armor like in Fairy Tail to come and save the day? Just why is Gu acting like this in front of him?
"Yo . . ." Gu mutters, his stomach twisting itself. "Just let's go, 'kay? Before the teachers notice that I broke their precious alumni's faces again." Gu chuckles dryly.
Min shouldn't think about these things now. He needed to go and see his Yéye before Gu puke up another storm.
After a series of vomiting and Gu cursing at people who dare to look at him at a time of weakness (Which Min had to apologize for), they finally reaches to Min's apartment. Min's home is a complete opposite of Gu's stay. With his parents being a well-respected doctor and a fairly popular quirk scientist, Min was pretty well off. Nevermind the fact that Min procreated a successful and rich book series in his short thirteen years of his life (Didn't Gu mentioned that Min is a few months younger than him?).
Min's apartment is comparable to a summer home for white foreigners to stay and get wasted over their spring break. It's two-story tall with a fancy spiral staircase that you mostly seen in movies. The rooms are well-furnished with the latest leather sofas, soft but firm decorative pillows, a large flat screen TV made in America, and wooden floor that are polished and doesn't even squeak in the slightest. But the one thing that Gu always tease Min for is her.
"I see that you are early today, Min," a mature voice rings though the empty silence of the apartment. "However, if it's not rude of me, may I ask why Shu is with you?"
Coming out from one of the many rooms is a woman in her early fifties, wearing a pristine maid uniform. Her dress was simple and long, reaching to her ankles, and in a deep brown color. Her apron was white with no distinct details other than a few pockets where she keep her small by handy cleaning items. She wears a surgical mask as her greying hair was pulled up in a tight high bun. Her eyes are a cold steely color. Despite being on the edge of death, Gu quietly chuckles.
"Whoa," Gu comments. "I didn't know you were into older women."
Min sighs. "The maid cafe jokes are getting old, Gu," he states before facing his maid. "Miss Zhen, is my grandfather here?"
The maid shakes her head. "I'm sorry, but he isn't," she states. "But he went out a few moments ago. Maybe if we can call him, then we could -"
"Yeah, yeah, that's fine and dandy," Gu quickly dismisses Miss Zhen. "Got a bathroom? I feel like I'm going to hurl soon."
Without thinking, Min holds out the bag, almost full of his friend's vomit. Gu stares at it.
"Dude," Gu sighs, looking at the bag and the sheer amount of stomach acid in it. "That's gonna break."
"Just - Last time, okay?" Min gives a fake smile, poorly hiding his nervousness. "I'm just considering Miss Zhen. She probably clean the toilets and I don't want to make them dirty again, okay?"
Gu whines before taking the bag. "That toilet is gonna get dirty anyway."
"I know," Min says. "But Miss Zhen have other things to do other than clean the toilets."
"You're so fuckin' plain and weird," Gu complains. "But I'll fuck you anyway."
Min's eyes widen, faster than one can comprehend. "Wait, what?"
"Nevermind," Gu dismisses again, nonchalant. Fuck, he almost let out his secret again. But, thankfully, Min is a typical harem anime protagonist and therefore he's dense when it comes to romance.
In the meanwhile, Miss Zhen already dialed up the phone and told Min's grandfather about the situation. Because, as a high class and prideful maid with a salary of two million per year, she mustn't waste time in listening to Shu and Min bickering and instead do something productive. The grandfather said he'll be back home very soon with a grocery bag filled with Doridos exported from America and cheese. Great, Miss Zhen will prepare the guest room for Shu, the sickly boy that was inflicted with a vomiting disease.
"Min," Miss Zhen calls the boys, Gu throwing his cookies into the bag again. "Please take your friend to the guest room. I'll bring his a bucket in case if he needs it."
"Thank you, Miss Zhen," Min bows his head while keeping Gu balanced.
"Also, your grandfather will come home in fifteen minutes," Miss Zhen states.
"That's sounds fine!" Gu yells, turning to Min. "Minni, take me to your room!"
"Pardon?!" Min was dumbfounded.
"I don't want to go to some smelly guest room," Gu explains. "I wanna be in your room, Minni!"
Min blushes. God, Gu is really pushing it today. Invading his privacy, his room, is a low blow, but Min can't really say "no" when someone is sick.
"Sure," Min softly sighs.
"I wanna be in your bed too," Gu demands.
"Wait, why?!" Min exclaims in shock.
"Because where would I go then?" Gu asks, smug. "The floor?"
Min don't like it. This is against all of his morals of letting this energy sucker in his room. The last time that Min did that, their fourth grade sleepover ended in tragedy and a raging computer virus due to all of the porn that Gu downloaded. His parents nevertheless grounded Min for a whole month after that incident.
Min drags the small vampire to his room, hanging off from his arm. The minute that Min opens the door, Gu flies out of his arm and lands on Min's bed where he buries his face into his pillows.
"Wowie, this is great," Gu's voice permits though the pillows. "It's so comfy."
Min nervously laughs at the sight. Seriously, Gu is sick, but he's still playing around. What kind of friend is he? Min is now worried if Gu would drag him to a house to do a BNE. But again, that wouldn't happened in a million and ten years even if Gu was to live that long.
"Um," Min starts, chuckling nervously as he heads to the closet. "I think I will get change now," he opens the door and get out some casual clothes. "I don't really what to wear my uniform around my home. It's kinda - What are you doing?"
Gu holds his phone up as he stares at the screen with a tense eye. "Uhhhh . . ." Gu slowly slides his phone into his pocket. "Research."
". . . I'll make sure that I locked the bathroom door then," Min smiles, trying to conceal the shivers he just felt moments ago.
With that, Min exits the room, leaving Gu alone. Tired, Gu rest his head on the many pillows available to him.
You know, despite the Waffle Club spiking all of the food in school and now currently suppressing the homicidal urge to go on a killing spree, Gu is happy to be in his beloved Minni's home. Gu digs his face further into the pillows, savoring the illusive scents from his beloved. He won't mind it, would he?
It's not like he would know.
Oh my God! I made that so creepy!
I'm sorry yet I'm not sorry. Gu is so fuckin' creepy! I'm not regretting writing this!
Hahahaha! Okay bros, I think I'll write shorter chapters until someone come up and say no. Yeah, I like to hear opinions, both good and bad.
Anyways, what your guys opinion about the Plain Jane named Bai Min?
Bai Min (Age 13):
- 178 cm tall with short brown hair and dark blue eyes. His skin got a very light tan, but it's not bronze like Liu's skin.
- He wears rectangular-shaped glasses with a black frame of a medium thickness.
- Likes: Fantasy and sci-fi books, writing, mainstream anime (Fairy Tail being his favorite, but never Naruto or worse, Boruto.), noodles, Gu candy such as chocolates and lollipops.
- Dislikes: Just spicy foods and vulgarity without context. Besides that, Min doesn't hate anything. He's pretty neutral about everything.
- Quirk: Molecular Rearrangement
- Personality: Harem anime protagonist levels of plainess that its surpasses the levels of plainess that Midoriya Izuku is on. He's so fuckin' boring yet he got all the bitches in his school, but following archetype of a harem anime protagonist, he's oblivious to all the girls (and one boy) who want to get in his pants. Like seriously, he got a brunch of opportunities to get laid, but he's so oblivious that all the girls (and one boy) want to fuck him!
And that's Min.
Also, I think I should talk about Gu.
That teacher thing? Remember? Yeah, he was a complete dick. And yeah, he's supposed to be kinda a dick. Because a villain isn't supposed to have the greatest personality or being sympathized.
And Gu's justification is lacking, but I have a question. How much do you know about the villain and their justification in what they do? We know next to none. Sometimes, people have no justification and have little to sympathize or be sympathize. Gu's personality was inspired from my last school and Chinese justice system.
My last school was a mess. Kids smoke weed in the bathrooms, Kids getting into fight, kids skipping. They grew up in rough condition such as poverty and abuse (Like Gu) and think it justified their actions. Also, in the last chapter, it was hinted that Gu wasn't the most appreciate in his household. He was, as you preferred, some random unwanted kid who just lives there.
And everything wasn't peachy like it seems at home. Liu's perceptive and Gu's perceptive is completely different, but the one that's more honest was Gu.
And in China, the justice system is screw up. They believe guilty until proved innocent and they are really biased against anything about you. Qing-Haizi is a reflection of the justice system in China. The police in China is so corrupt that they would probably do something like this. Like no joke. They will pulled a excuse of their ass and justified themselves in what they are doing. And even if you cried, even if you lost a son, who cares? Who really fuckin' care? She was a teacher and this is a billion dollar school that has it knee-deep in the justice system as it was designed to train heroes. Who do you seriously consider will win?
I'm sorry, but China's justice system isn't just. It was a set up by the world that Gu hates so much.
Also, wanna know all about the Waffle Club? The Waffle Club is a club dedicated to -
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Transmission deleted. Sighed the Waffle Club.