You had proposed the plan to hit the shopping district after school so you could do a thorough sweep of the manga store again to see if they had bought in 'Cloud 9' or any other shoujo manga that would catch your interest.
Your friends were eager to join you, not for the manga, but for the clothes shops — oh, and to hunt down potential hot strangers that could be their 'future boyfriend' as they liked to call it.
Annoyingly and stupidly though, you had forgotten your flip phone, which was why you were running back to your class to retrieve it.
As soon as your hand went to slide open the door, you let out a curse. Through the window, you could see a couple sucking each other's faces off on top of your table. Seriously? It just had to be your table, didn't it? What terrible sin had you committed for God to punish you like this?
OK, you needed to stop this ASAP if you didn't want any mess made on your desk.
You barged through the door, causing the couple to instantly tear their lips off each other.
You waved casually as if you totally didn't just walk into a heated make out session. "Don't mind me. Feel free to carry on, but maybe not on my desk, please?" You said, reaching past the couple and under your desk to get your phone.
You pointed to Suzy's table, "That desk is all yours, though." Payback bitch, for eating all the pocky sticks.
Before they could reply, you strode out of the room, internally gagging. They've had better listened or else you were going to yeet your fucking desk out of the window first thing tomorrow. No way were you going to be doing your maths equations on that desk.
You opened your phone and it read 15:38. Ahh, shit you better hurry the hell up or you'll make everyone miss the train — unless your friends had already left without you. That would be the ultimate betrayal.
You cut through the schoolyard, running like a headless chicken. To be fair, you run fast when you wanted to be.
"Die, you lame ass punk!"
You nearly shitted yourself on the spot.
Scrambling to hide in a corner, you could see a pack of delinquents ganging up on a lone blonde boy. He was clearly outnumbered but he continued to throw punches and kick his opponents, knocking them down one after the other — a bit like bowling, really.
Wow, he was good. Especially considering the fact it was a one-on-twenty? Nearly half the gang was already down.
Suddenly, one of them sneaked behind the blonde boy, wrapping his arms around the boy's neck to strangle him. "Not so cocky now, are you?" He snarled as the boy struggled to get out of his hold.
Your eyes widened as another gang member charged towards the boy, punching him right in the gut.
He groaned, doubling over in pain, as more punches and kicks rained down on him.
Fuck.
Blood splattered everywhere. On faces, fists, shirts, and the ground. It was as if it was straight out of a horror movie.
"This is what you get for messing with us, you shrimp." The older guy sneered, "If you get down on your knees and beg we might even let you go."
The guy holding the boy loosened his grip as he let him fall to the ground on his knees.
The gang howled in amusement, eager to watch on.
"Good, now open that mouth and beg."
Holy shit. You had to do something before someone gets killed.
Ruining in and without even thinking, you swung your arm back and punched the guy right in the face as hard as you could.
He stumbled back, dumbstruck. "What in the fuck-" He roared, clutching his nose that now had blood streaming down.
"Leave him alone." You hissed, hands trembling.
"Or what?" He replied, cackling with laughter. "Gonna tattle to the teachers?"
You clenched your jaw and threw another punch at him, but he saw it coming and blocked it. He sneered.
Ha, you thought. Holding back a smirk, you jerked your knee up, making him scream out a string of curses as he fell onto the ground in agony.
"The fuck you guys standing there for? Go teach this bitch a fucking lesson!"
The other gang members hesitated.
"B-But Boss, she's a girl." One of them stuttered. "We don't hit girls."
"Yeah, we only hit on them," Another guy added. If you weren't shitting yourself right now, you'd laugh at that.
"Bunch of wet wipes." The guy who was now apparently the boss, spat. "Tsukuba!"
The guy that had trapped the blonde boy earlier sighed and took a menacing step towards you. He was fucking huge, you had only just realised, as he towered over you.
Shit.
"Look, sweetheart, I really don't wanna hurt you, but you've only got yourself to blame for being nosy." He said, looking you up and down like a wolf to a lamb, which made you hella uncomfortable.
He went to reach his arm out, but before he could make contact, he was being tackled to the ground by none other than the blonde boy. "Get out of here!" He shouted at you.
Bloodied and bruised, he kept his grip tight on the older guy, pounding him with his fists.
You cringed, "But you're-"
"A fucking idiot!"
The boy's head instantly jerked up, looking at the figure behind you, his eyes lighting up. "Baji-san!"
"Chifuyu, who told you to start the party without me?" Baji grinned.
Hold on a second, Chifuyu? This blondie here was Matsuno Chifuyu? In your head, Matsuno Chifuyu was a buff six-foot giant with an ugly troll face. But this Chifuyu in front of you was so…handsomely cute and you had to admit, with all the cuts, bruises and blood on his face, he looked hot. Really hot.
You never really understood the whole bad boy appeal or why all the girls in your class would thirst over them, but now? You understood why.
Baji pulled his long black hair into a ponytail and charged in, punching and kicking everyone in his sight.
OK, but like why was Baji's hair even sleeker and shinier than yours? What shampoo does he use?
Not even five minutes later, the whole gang was wiped out — groaning and writhing in pain.
Holy shit. Baji Keisuke was a monster.
You've heard of him before, how he was a delinquent that could take out a whole gang by himself. You had rolled your eyes, at the exaggerated rumours but now with evidence in front of you? They clearly weren't exaggerated rumours.
"You okay, Chifuyu?" Baji smirked, wiping specks of blood off his face with his arm.
"Baji-san, you're so badass," Chifuyu grinned, stumbling over to his friend.
Baji chuckled, pulling out his hair band and shaking his mane of hair as if he was in a shampoo commercial. With his look and presence, he seriously should consider appearing in one.
Then his eyes landed on you. "Eh? Who's this? Your girlfriend?" Baji asked, pointing his thumb at you.
Chifuyu blushed at the word 'girlfriend'. "W-What no! I don't know her," he stuttered. Blushing and stuttering? Who was this guy?
You waved nonchalantly, "I'm a first year. L/n Y/n, class four."
Chifuyu cleared his throat, "Matsuno Chifuyu. I'm a first year too, class one."
"Baji Keisuke. Second year, class three." Baji replied coolly and turned to go. "Alright, let's go, Chifuyu. We've got a meeting."
Chifuyu nodded and turned to follow, though not before giving you one last look. "You probably need ice for that."
Huh? Then you realised he was looking at the hand you used to punch the guy from earlier. Your knuckles were an angry shade of red, splattered with specks of dried blood. You grimaced. Gross. When you tried to flex your fingers, it stung, making you suck in a hiss.
"Yeah, probably." You replied.
"Do you want me to take you to the nurse?" He offered kindly.
You shook your head, letting out a little laugh. "Nah it's just a bruise, I'll survive."
"Chifuyu?" Baji shouted impatiently over his shoulder.
"Right, I gotta go." He hesitated, looking over at his friend. "Make sure to put some ice on it, okay?"
You nodded. "I will. Don't worry."
"Okay," He smiled. "Bye!"
"Bye!" You waved, watching him run to catch up with Baji.
You chuckled to yourself. It was cute to see him worrying over a minor injury. He wasn't like what the rumours painted him to be like. This is why you shouldn't trust rumours, Y/n! Consider a lesson learnt.
An amused smile played on your lips for the rest of the walk to the nurse's office as a certain blonde boy kept surfacing onto your mind.