Inspired by Haroo Found by Chance and A Man Who Defies the World of BL. I wanted to play with this mob idea for an OC.
In the middle of the classroom, amongst her peers, mid-lesson, a student nodded off. She, like every student straining their eyes to copy the contents of the blackboard, began to tune out the repetitive droning of their geometry teacher. However, falling asleep was never an issue. As long as Yui attended class, completed the homework, and attempted the exams she would be second place in grade rankings without fail. Though, that wasn't the case for all.
The clack of a wood slamming on wood jolted her from nodding off and surmising she had finally been caught sleeping in class she jerked her gaze upward expecting the teacher to be standing in front of her. Instead she simply saw the uniformed back of her classmate Keiko and her stare fixed elsewhere. Following her gaze, she found the teacher gripping a ruler and lecturing Urameshi. The languid form of the troublemaker was draped over a chair that balanced on two hind pegs while his eyes were closed in frustration and his pinky plugged his ear drums as Mr. Akashi insultingly addressed him. This was the usual exchange between their teacher and Urameshi. Whenever the green clad rebel appeared in class the easily provoked rat faced instructor would target him. Some students snickered in derision while others like Keiko and Yui looked on with concern as the exchange escalated.
"Perhaps if your mother spent less time drinking and more time on raising you properly, your ability to pay attention would not be an issue." Mr. Akashi grit out with a final slap to the desk.
Urameshi's teeter-totter in the desk chair stilled abruptly paused and his brown eyes narrowed menacingly on the teacher glancing down at him. He stood up and slammed his hands on the desk making the wooden surface jerk underneath. Mr. Akashi continued to toss insults while tripping over his own legs as he retreated from the angry form.
"Sit down this instant! If you lay a hand on me, you'll be expelled!" As the words left his mouth, a scheming smirk appeared on the teacher's face and he stood up straight. He chuckled sinisterly and under the teacher's breath, Yui could see him mouth something.
Little bastard.
Immediately, Urameshi advanced by rounding the desk and balling his fist overhead. The teacher shrieked and student's watched horrified. Most students were too afraid to intervene while others goaded the delinquent hoping for a show. The teachers habitually targeted the unfavorable groups of students, and it was rarely managed or concluded properly. Between the students and teachers, they couldn't be bothered nor did they have a reason to intervene. And gradually, the volley of bashing between the teachers and punks mounted to this.
"I'll go get the principal!" A called-to-action student haphazardly stumbled out of his chair and leapt to the hallway.
"Stop this!" Keiko howled, but the two participants in the squabble barely registered her warning. Instead, Urameshi pulled his fist backwards and the teacher's smirk widened.
Yui thought, 'Were they aware of how ridiculous this seemed? How outlandish this situation was becoming?'
A teacher provoking a student was jeopardizing his prominent two front teeth; and, a student was falling for his trap and risking expulsion. For a top student like Yui, expulsion was tantamount to society death. Yui's fingers gripped the cubby underneath her desk when her fingers brushed over a small carton of strawberry milk she was saving for lunch. She snatched it with her hand and pierced the top of the carton rapidly with the straw until the aluminum opening was large enough. And while Urameshi's fist closed the gap, Yui abruptly stood and launched the carton. The little milk box sailed with a trail of pink liquid dotting it's propulsion before smacking Mr. Akashi's cheek and dripping it's pink contents onto his white button up shirt. The carton dropped with a splat on the ground.
Urameshi's incoming assault stilled in midair and his arm gradually fell to his side and momentarily confused he inspected the teacher's face. Then, a disbelieving cough escaped him before he broke into a fit of laughter. He glanced back and located Yui still standing by her desk with a bright blue straw still in her hand and his scrutinizing gaze softened as he reassessed what he saw. "No way."
Mr. Akashi mopped his face with his hands before his glare settled on Yui.
"How dare you! Detention!" He pointed an accusatory finger at Yui, "Detention for the rest of the week!"
Murmurs broke out throughout the classroom and all the students turned in their chairs to gawk at her. Under their probing gazes, her neck prickled with signs of anxiety and her heart began rapidly thumping in her chest. Her grasp tightened around the plastic straw in her hand and she pursed her lips together tightly.
"Sit down, Miss Hito." Mr. Akashi disdainfully said. Leaving the completely forgotten delinquent behind him, he traversed the rows of desks quickly and painfully pinched her shoulder pushing her form down to her assigned seat. The grip on her shoulder steadily became agonizing and without analyzing the situation Yui pushed the arm away resulting in the teacher tumbling backwards and crashing into the ground. Mr. Akashi's face distorted into one of fury when the classroom's sliding door was opened.
"They're fighting, Mr. Takenaka!" The student had returned with the Principal in tow. The stout man evaluated the situation and his countenance transitioned from exasperation to astonishment as he located Yui standing over a teacher instead of Urameshi.
"What is going on here?!" He bellowed.
Mr. Akashi was scrambling on the ground to stand, but before he could speak or stand Yui intercepted his path in front of the principal. At least, if she could speak first she could impede whatever fabrication and agenda Mr. Akashi would push.
"Mr. Akashi hurt me after I threw strawberry milk." Yui said frantically and she slid her uniform over exposing the reddening mark on her shoulder. "I pushed him in response. I'm sorry." Yui kept her gaze downcast and she felt a small tug to her right. Keiko was glancing up at her reassuringly. She nodded in return.
"Hurt you? I simply helped you into your chair." Mr. Akashi brushed past her. "Two weeks of detention." He added.
"We do not put our hands on students. Ever." Takenaka barked. "She will spend a day in detention for the milk and I will speak to you in my office after school hours." The principal imposed a severe gaze in the teacher's direction and Mr. Akashi shrunk in response.
Before leaving the room, Takenaka looked through the threshold once more. "I hope you're behaving, Urameshi."
"You won't hear a peep from me today." The delinquent said with a devious grin and he plopped back down on his chair and shoved his hands in his pockets. Yui strode back to her seat, bewildered. Had she actually intervened for once? This was the first instance she'd ever done something so out of character. She stole a glance at the delinquent and when their eyes met he chuckled under his breath. She shook her head and continued to her chair. Best not to dwell on it.
As she was settling in her seat, she resumed nodding off in class despite the glares Mr. Akashi sent her way. She blinked sleepily and yawned when she heard the loud rattling of paper. She quickly glanced around and most students were still on the same lesson page. Confused, she furrowed her brows when the rattling continued again, this time accompanied by static. The black static distorted the scene in front of her, veiling the occupants of the room in glitched blocks and Yui leapt from her chair and inspected her surroundings. All students and Mr. Akashi remained completely rigid as if frozen. Unmoving bodies all paused in their motions. Hesitantly, Yui stood from her desk and warily tapped on Keiko's shoulder with no response. The studious girl's eyes were still concentrated on the lesson plan lying on her desk.
Flip.
The clack of wood slamming on wood jolted her from nodding off. Yui whipped her head towards the source of commotion and felt the prickle of anxiety hit her neck and her heart beating thunderously against her chest. Mr. Akashi was sneering down at Urameshi. And Yui was seated at her desk despite standing in the middle of the classroom seconds ago.
"Perhaps if your mother spent less time drinking and more time on raising you properly, your ability to pay attention would not be an issue." Mr. Akashi gritted out as he slapped the desk with the wooden ruler.
Yui apprehensively watched as Urameshi and Mr. Akashi perfectly mirrored the exact motions and words they had spoken only moments before. Yui frantically searched her desk and removed the item and placed it on the desk in disbelief. The small carton of strawberry milk was untouched and the tiny straw was still wrapped in plastic and attached to the carton.
Urameshi's fist was closing the gap and Yui watched as the teacher closed his eyes with a triumphant grin. Then, the thrown punch stopped as the teacher underneath it flinched. Urameshi cackled, "Like I'd ever hit a teacher. You're not worth it." He swiftly turned and left the classroom slamming the door in the process before disappearing into the hallways.
"Yusuke…." She heard Keiko huff under her breath before turning around in her seat. Mr. Akashi, seemingly relieved, continued the lesson while the students returned to their work. Meanwhile, Yui despaired at her desk. She searched the other occupants of the classroom, but no one seemed to show any signs of change or panic.
"Keiko," Yui whispered, "didn't this just happen?" The chestnut haired girl briefly acknowledged her by tilting her head.
"Mr. Akashi is going over the last bit of the lesson plan. Shh, you'll get us in trouble." Keiko admonished.
"That's not what I mean!" Yui whispered hysterically. The students flipped to the next page of their lesson plan and the abrupt rattling caused Yui to flinch. She turned her page as well mimicking the other students. The strawberry milk carton was still at the corner of her desk.
Flip.
Yui shivered in response as the students around her moved instantaneously. One moment they were hastily writing notes during the end of their morning geometry and now they were scattered in their usual cliques about the classroom. Nervously, she glanced around. By the appearance of lunchboxes, she deduced it was lunch time now. She had skipped ahead several hours. A syrupy sweet sensation filled her tongue and she glanced down at the straw and milk box attached to her lips. Around her, classmates were going through their usual routine.
The classroom was full of titters and chatter as the students congregated around desks that were shoved together to create tables and formed lines at the snack vendor in the hallway. Amongst the chatter, Yui quietly sipped on her strawberry milk box lost in thought.
Before, she was certain that she witnessed the exact incident with Urameshi play again: this time, it was without her interference or meddling. Truthfully, it had resulted better than the last incident since she no longer had the bruise forming underneath her uniform. The cold war between the delinquents and teachers resumed as usual without violence or a turning point. Urameshi was given detention even when he wasn't there to hear his sentence. And, life went on. Perhaps, her brain skipped a beat or she was experiencing déjà vu.
However, it didn't explain the gap Yui was experiencing now. The unaccounted time between first period and lunch was simply gone and Yui couldn't recall what she had done with the time in between. She briefly flipped through her notebook and her geometry, literature, and history pages were dated and filled for the day. So, she attended class, but didn't remember.
Yui was interrupted from her thoughts at the mention of Urameshi among Keiko's friends.
"I don't know how you can hang out with Urameshi. Isn't he scary?" A comely girl with a bob asked Keiko. She normally trailed fearfully along after Keiko as if it would shield her from Urameshi. What was her name again?
"He can be a mess, but he's a good guy." Keiko assured.
The other occupants at their makeshift lunch table looked at her with skepticism before one cleared her throat. "It sounds as if Keiko has a little crush." She teased. She was another one of Keiko's friends and though they spent every lunch and club time together there was never an instance where Yui spoke to her. Yui was trying to remember her name as well, but just came up with a blank.
"I really don't!" Keiko's cheeks flared in a blush and she slammed the lid on her lunch box closed. "Why don't you guys talk to him yourself. I'm going to the rooftop, if you'd like to join." Keiko stood up and bob-girl wrinkled her nose in distaste.
"No, thank you." Bob-girl replied as she continued chewing a rice ball.
"I'll join." Yui stood up. She had finished her strawberry milk, but the straw was still dangling from the corner of her mouth as she gnawed it nervously.
"Really?" A surprised Keiko inquired and Yui nodded quietly. The chestnut haired girl's lips broke into a grin and she grasped Yui's wrist and led her up the stairs to the door separating the building to the rooftop. Keiko shoved the door open with her shoulder and she let go of Yui as she glanced around quickly.
Flip.
The sound of rattling pages heralded the next spectrum of oddities and Yui silently watched as an overcast sky became cloudless and the sun shone brightly on the rooftop in front of her. She attempted to cross the threshold, but her feet remained planted on the other side of the entrance. Unable to move and unable to speak, she watched the other girl curiously search the rooftop without her. Yui tried to say something, anything, but could only gaze ahead blankly while she was left behind.
"I thought he would be here…" Keiko murmured, disappointed.
Yui saw a figure creep up behind Keiko and the girl shrieked as her skirt was lifted over her panties. She whipped around and slapped Urameshi in the face with enough force the sound echoed against the surfaces of the rooftop and the delinquent hit the floor.
"Yusuke!" Keiko whined. She quickly smoothed down the back of her skirt before rounding on the boy in anger.
"Damn, why do you hit so hard?" Urameshi rubbed his cheek with a calloused hand while mischievously sneaking a glance up her skirt from the ground. They carried on completely unaware of the silent struggle on the other side of the door.
Flip.
The sky transitioned back to it's overcast gloominess, and the force keeping Yui stationary relented. Gripping the doorframe, she watched in wonderment as sun rays were slowly hidden behind grey clouds.
"Because, Yusuke," She motioned towards Yui with her arms, "I wanted you to meet one of my friends and you embarrassed me."
Urameshi's eyes widened and he wiggled his eyebrows when he spotted Yui standing by the rooftop exit, "Enjoy the show?"
Yui's attention snapped back to the delinquent on the ground. He studied her panicked expression and snorted under his breath and the longer she was silent, the odder she seemed. With one last uneasy glance upward, she made an attempt to keep the conversation going.
"It's not really anything new. I kind of see them everyday." Yui confessed. She crossed the threshold to the rooftop but was careful her skirt was not in line of sight with Urameshi's eyes. The delinquent broke into a lopsided, perverse grin.
"In PE." Yui clarified. The delinquents expression fell and he stood up from the floor and comically stretched.
"And here I was, thinkin' I found a kindred spirit." He snatched the lunchbox from Keiko's grip much to her annoyance and slid down against the wall adjacent to the entrance.
"Not likely." Yui mused and she flicked the blue straw off the roof. She followed Keiko and rested in the shade of the roof on the girl's right while Yusuke scarfed her lunch box down to her left. "But I respect that you didn't punch Mr. Akashi. I would have." Yui admitted and leaned against the wall and sporadically observed any changes in the weather.
"Is that so?" Urameshi responded, "As if a goody two-shoes like you would punch the teacher." He concluded with a mouth stuffed full of rice and he leaned forward and glanced at Yui full of doubt.
She understood that brief glimpse of reservation directed at her. As a student with a perfect attendance record, good grades, and a lack of street rep there truly was a lack of credibility for him to believe her words. Maybe she wouldn't throw a punch, but a carton instead. And with this small tidbit of info she could probe the delinquent. She could not have been the only witness to the strawberry milk timeline.
"True, but I have thrown strawberry milk at him." Yui admitted and she leaned forward to gauge his reaction by inspecting his face.
"No way." Urameshi confidently replied. He leaned over to flick Yui on her forehead with this forefinger verbally and physically dismissing her. There wasn't a single moment of recognition that flitted in his chocolate crown irises and he didn't believe her.
He glanced back and located Yui still standing by her desk with a bright blue straw still in her hand and his scrutinizing gaze softened as he reassessed what he saw. "No way."
Yui felt a sense of déjà vu hearing the delinquent mirror his previous words as she nursed the point of impact on her forehead. "Believe what you want." Yui challenged. "It happened."
"Bullshit." Yusuke managed to cough out between large bites of tonkatsu.
"Language. And I don't know…." Keiko acknowledged. She tilted her head in while pondering, "Yui wouldn't lie about this."
"Then," Yusuke waved the chopsticks around and punctuated his sentence animatedly, "why haven't I heard anything about it?"
Keiko nodded in agreement. "I haven't heard anything about milk being thrown either."
"Because," Yui pressed her thumbs to her shoulders, "the culprit was never caught." With the strawberry milk timeline reset, it was technically a true statement.
"That doesn't make sense." Keiko deadpanned. She 'tsked' and shook her head while nudging Yui to go on.
"Well, do you think Mr. Akashi would advertise that someone threw milk at him when he couldn't finger the culprit or would he go home and change to avoid embarrassment." Yui rationalized.
"Huh…" Yusuke paused mid swallow and gulped the remaining contents down.
"Yui," Keiko emphasized the syllables in her name similar to a parent about to admonish a child, "you actually threw milk at Mr. Akashi?"
"Mm." And Yui nodded quietly in response.
"Hah?" Urameshi smiled cockily and wiped his hands on his green pants. "Well, that I can respect. Urameshi Yusuke." He held out his hand formally for her to shake. The exchange felt archaic and riddled with yankee customs like acknowledgement before introductions, but Yui obliged.
"Hito Yui." And she grasped his hands firmly with a hearty shake.
"So, why did you throw it?" Keiko twirled one of her pigtails between her fingers and leveled a serious gaze at her.
"He went too far picking on a student." Yui said simply. "I didn't really think about it. My arm just launched it." She parroted her pitch from earlier that day. "Splat."
"I would've loved to see the look on his face." Yusuke added woefully.
"It was the same as usual, just with pink milk dripping off and a nasty glare." Yui supplied.
Keiko appeared affronted that the least likely acquaintance of hers would prank a teacher. "What am I going to do with the two of you?"
"Accept us the way we are?" Yui supplied optimistically. She was rewarded with a pinch to her shoulder from Keiko and Yui sharply hissed.
"Geez, what do your parents feed you for you to be so strong." Yui muttered as she felt the location of the pinch begin to swell. Keiko smirked audaciously and giggled under her breath.
"You took the words right out of my mouth." Yusuke blithely commented while propping his arms behind him and closing his eyes to nap.
"That's our cue to head back." Keiko stood and dusted her skirt and it neatly fell into it's pleated folds again. Yui caught Yusuke sneaking one last peak at the girl's retreating form and he winked at the observant girl and pressed a finger to his lips. With a roll of her eyes, she followed Keiko trek down the stairs to their homeroom.
Yui felt the mark under her uniform welt up. It steadily became more bothersome the longer she left it unattended. It began to throb dully underneath the fabric and the friction of movement and swelling made her itch.
"Hey Keiko," Yui began, "I'm going to see if I can negotiate with the nurse to part with an ice pack."
"Oh...ok?" Keiko's brows furrowed. "Are you alright?"
"Of course." Yui conceded with a grin. "Just tell the teacher I'll be late." She strode down the hallway, but broke into a run as she neared the nurse's office. Something was bothering her. It unsettled Yui in a familiar way. She rounded the corner to the nurse's office and Yui was relieved it was vacant. The nurse was probably on their way from lunch.
In front of a small oval mirror mounted on the door, Yui shoved the fabric of her uniform aside and inspected the red marking against her shoulder. Highlighting her shoulder in a stripe, was the exact welt she received when Mr. Akashi had pinched her from the strawberry milk timeline.
Flip.