I'm back from the dead, freshly risen from the ashes of my vampire body. No smokes and mirrors here, ladies and gents.
Anyways, in all seriousness there is no real excuse than a loss of muse. BUT, I've decided to upload my chapters for other stories at the same time as I feel bad for not updating in such a long time.
Life is hard.
Being an adult is hard.
Kids think that adults have everything together and are respectable—Ah-ha, jokes on them, I'm flying by the seat of my pants.
I hope you all enjoy my latest updates! This is the big 20 chapter mark! :D
P.S. Also, I've revised quite a bit of the first few chapters and will be tweaking some other things. I have a habit of going back and fixing things since when I look at it, it looks old and not as good as my newer chapters. I guess that means I've improved during that time span? I dunno.
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A group of friends talked amongst each other at lunch. It was a normal occurrence for this band of friends to walk leisurely through the school and talk before they all had to go in their own separate directions.
They were walking through the hallways close to their classes when they saw a mop of curly hair. Shion was tired and didn't really want anything to do with people at the moment, so he didn't have the approachable front up that he usually used in the club. Someone caught his interest and with his bored expression, his eyes glazed over the familiar girl.
Choosing not to acknowledge the connection, Shion strode past.
"Oh, look who's back." One commented idly, smirking and nudging a friend of theirs, "eh, Setsu?"
The girl's attention was snapped away from Shion after the contact.
"A-Akui-kun!" The girl squeaked in distress, face flushing as she hid her cheeks, "Shhh."
Another friend in the group pitched into the teasing, "Hmmm… Didn't you confess to him already? Like at the end of the lodge trip?" Ah, how she loved how flustered Setsu got, it was adorable.
"Ah… Um, a-about that Ume-chan…"
No one from the group noticed the dirty look Akui shot Shion over his shoulder.
• • • • • •
After Shion's disappearance, it seemed like people were taking notice of him more than before. Did I do something? He was a bit concerned when they got to gym class and he heard someone talking behind his back.
They were in the unit of badminton and it was one sport that Shion was actually quite good at. When they were in a tournament format, and Shion noticed that two people in the class were giving him dirty looks, and when they played a match he was being glared at.
"Fuck man, did I piss you off or is that just resting bitch face?"
The glare morphed into an angry grimace, "Fuck you, you piece of shit."
Shion hit the birdie right to his face and he lifted his chin, looking down on him with a vile, sardonic smile, "Ah, so aggressive." He knew his flippant tone would further aggravate him. Reminds me of Caleb before he wizened up. Didn't even know how to throw a proper punch.
The game finished quickly as Shion put more effort in, thoroughly enjoying tormenting the dick. A rule was set that they would have to shake hands at the end of the match and it looked like this guy was going to thrash him. Shion smiled one of his host smiles and made it a point to squeeze his hand much harder than a regular handshake would call for, and he saw the guys face pale a shade.
Aaron watched carefully as Shion bid his opponent goodbye, "I've noticed that you've been getting some negative attention."
"Ah, yeah. I have no idea why though." He knew he wasn't generally a good person and he could have said or done something and Shion frankly didn't care—but he was sure he didn't purposefully anger his classmates. He only saved the purposeful fuckery for those who wronged him first. Hell, he didn't even know their names. "I've noticed the glares since after lunch." It's been setting me on edge.
Shion noticed it in the changing room especially.
"Akui and Sunohara… They're…"
"Shifty?"
"Yeah. They are both friends with some shifter third years and have had detentions and suspensions for smoking, bullying and fighting."
Aaron didn't know what to expect. He knew Shion was savage with his sarcasm and his brand of comedy, but he was floored when he felt honest fear with the expression on his face.
Shion's face steeled, and Aaron knew that look. He used to hang out with horrible people, and his expression matched that of a predator. Cold-blooded and cruel—it was like he was looking forward to whatever they were planning.
Shion was starting to feel a little bit stir crazy.
• • • • • •
Shion was glad to find that the club was back to its normal ways, at least for the time being. It was a relief because if he had to put up a special act in regards to an event he didn't know about, he would have probably just walked out.
Each Hosting session was usually about ten or fifteen minutes long depending on the scheduling, but it seemed that time was going by much slower for Shion. Having been away for a while, it came to light that he was more popular than he thought he was and had more groups to go through since his absence.
Or Kyoya was being passive aggressive and put more of a workload on him in payment for him ditching three days—which was fair.
After doing his 'shy' persona for a fifth group, he felt sick of it, and it wasn't until the end of the club period when the last session started, and he was pleasantly surprised to see that it was Aaron and Satsuki.
"Ey, champ."
"You look like you have been put through the wringer. How're you fairing?"
Seeing this as a chance to relax, Shion leaned back into his seat. He felt oddly violated with how one girl got all touchy-feely with him while he was in his shy persona. "I feel strangely violated with how popular my shy character is."
"What do you mean?"
Shion thought for a moment, wondering how to explain what he wanted to say. "My role in this club is the mysterious type as you know, correct?" Shion received nods from Satsuki and Aaron. "My gig is to play a role that the client wants to see."
"And you were talking about a shy role." Aaron started to understand.
Satsuki leaned forward, "So you do requests is what you're saying."
"Essentially."
"Can you do it now hotshot?"
Shion laughed, "Alright, alright. Hold up a sec." Satsuki was eager like a child at a carnival. He did his thing and got into character. "As this character, I'm timid, anxiety-ridden and not assertive at all." He started snivelling and made tears well up, "One… One of the girls got ph-physical and a… a bit a-aggressive."
The expressions on their faces were golden. Satsuki paled and looked vaguely sick, while Aaron's eyes widened and looked to be holding in laughter.
The shy visage abruptly vanished as Shion cracked his knuckles, looking as if he were ready to slug someone. "If that happened outside of the club I would have given her a piece of my mind—so I'm going to shelf him."
Standing from his spot nearby, Kyoya walked over, slightly concerned, "And who would this girl be?"
Tilting his head back to see Kyoya behind him, Shion thought for a moment, "I can't remember—never got her name. Actually, I probably did but didn't bother to remember. I would be able to describe her to you though."
Kyoya clicked his pen, "No. It will be fine… for now."
Satsuki watched as Kyoya walked away, expression stern. She whistled, "Wow. After you got here Shion, I sort of forgot that he's known as the Shadow King."
Shion huffed a laugh as Aaron responded, "Well there might be two now."
Now that it was time to bid the guests goodbye, Shion reluctantly did his part and walked back to one of the more comfortable couches in the back.
"Is being perpetually annoyed a part of being popular?" Shion wondered aloud. Three of the girls asked if he had anything to do afterwards and he lied through his teeth, "But then again, I'm annoyed most of the time regardless."
"Uh, I believe it is?" Satsuki popped up from behind, holding her chin in thought, "I wouldn't know though, never been popular. I've always hung out on the nerdy-but-not-nerdy-enough-to-be-bullied side. My family's rep also adds in so people don't generally tend to hang around me much."
"Same—minus the family rep." Aaron nodded his head, "Though… I thought you would be the same considering that you're an ass," he sighed.
Shion rubbed his temple and ignored the jab, knowing it was true, "I've never really thought about my social standing." Though in my early days I would definitely be classified under the delinquent category.
Kyoya closed the door to the club room, making sure that the sign on the door, an idea from Shion, was flipped to closed. "As there isn't much to clean up today, you all may leave early if you so wish."
"Well," "We're going home then." The twins didn't hesitate and were already walking.
"We'll see you later Kyo-chan!" Mori followed Honey out, keeping an eye on Shion who just waved slyly with his fingers in return.
Haruhi dropped her book onto her lap and blinked, frowning with a look towards Kyoya. "It would have been nice if you let me know earlier, there's a sale on and I would have missed it."
Watching as Haruhi threw her coat over her shoulder, Aaron remembered, "Ah, would you like a ride? I need to get going too."
"That would be a great help."
Satsuki stood there for a moment, watching blankly until the information caught up with her. "Ahh! Don't leave me out! I never have time to hang with Haruhi!" Satsuki chased after the two, "I only have men surrounding me, I need a woman's touch!"
On the way out, she made it a point to grin at Shion and ever so slowly close the door.
Silence.
As Kyoya noticed that Shion was still chilling on the couch, he asked, "You're not leaving?"
"Hmm… I need to get out of the house more," Shion stretched and took the full length of the couch, "so I'll keep you some company."
Glancing at Shion from his spot at a table, Kyoya continued working, not minding Shion's presence in the slightest—or attempting to. As clicking noises came from Shion's phone, he became engrossed in his conversation with a thoughtful frown. Shion huffed a laugh and sent a bad joke along with a pun his friends' way—they hate puns with a passion. I mean, it's only fair. He knows what games I play, it's give and take, bitch.
Upon seeing that smirk of Shion's, Kyoya felt mild concern for the person on the receiving end of that conversation.
"My curiosity has gotten the better of me," Kyoya spoke up, "who are you talking to Shion?"
Blinking and looking over to Kyoya, the mildly concerning smirk grew to something more than just mild. "Oh, just a friend of mine from the U.S. They're blabbering about how I should visit them," Shion waved a hand dismissively, "but fuck that, that's way too much trouble." And not to mention a waste of money.
"Hmm…"
Scrolling for a moment longer, Shion put the phone down before as he smirked. This was perfect. Kyoya was focused on his work, it was an opportunity, and Shion took that time to stare. He started at Kyoya's face—focused, and absently biting his lip as his eyes narrowed at the screen—and his observation shifted to his neck, continuing down to admire the display as something primal slowly surfaced.
Stretching and crossing his legs, Kyoya paused and frowned for a moment when he took notice of something. It's been quiet for quite some time… Glancing up from the computer in his lap, his heart leapt to his throat when he noticed Shion blatantly leering at him. Heart now racing, Kyoya blinked and went back to his laptop—but he couldn't focus on it and just vacantly stared at the screen, head not in the right mindset. He set the computer down on the table with a sigh and ran his hand through his hair, purposefully not looking towards Shion. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and took his glasses off to clean them. That way he wouldn't be able to see Shion even if he did look towards him.
But he could still feel his stare.
He's doing this on purpose...
Watching each movement like a hawk, Shion smirked. Cleaning his glasses seemed to be a nervous trait of Kyoya's.
"Say…" Shion's smirk grew in amusement when Kyoya reacted in surprise and chose to change his thought. I'll leave that inquisition for later, "I'll return in a bit."
Kyoya's shoulders relaxed as Shion left the club room. He tried to quell the heat in his stomach and refocus on his work. It took a few minutes, but he could still feel those eyes boring into him.
He looked over his shoulder to check and took in the emptiness of the room—a surreal feeling, like a park on a foggy night, it was eery.
Shion was not back yet.
Since when was I so self-conscious of him? Kyoya's mind wandered, wondering when all of this started. He pressed his fingers to his lips, wanting to feel the pressure of—Stop! Stop... he berated himself, pinching his wrist before he got carried away in what Shion brought out of him.
This was his chance to actually focus and get his work done.
• • • • • •
Silently, he locked the door behind himself, careful to not drop what was in his hands. If I remember correctly, he didn't like my black coffee that time. I think he'll like the sweetened one better, maybe. Striding towards Kyoya with silent, practised steps, he took a moment to wait for the right moment.
Kyoya's back arched as he stretched, his back popping as he groaned in content.
An image to flash through Shion's mind from his past experience and his tongue dragged across his lips, drinking it in.
Taking one more purposeful step, a sly smile grew as he saw those slender shoulders tense when he was noticed. He leaned over Kyoya's shoulder and saw him flush from the proximity, "It seems like you're just about done, Kyoya." Shion could smell the scent of Kyoya's shampoo, the fresh scent of apricot and citrus pleasing.
Kyoya's face flushed as Shion's voice reverberated in his ear. "I just finished," he kept his voice calm as Shion's slow breaths caused waves of chills to go down his spine. Kyoya jolted when a hand was placed onto his other shoulder and he had to tilt his head away from Shion when he chuckled lowly.
"I've got a reward for you."
Blinking owlishly, Kyoya wondered what Shion was giving him when he felt something warm on his cheek and he clenched his eyes shut on reflex. Taking ahold of the cylindrical object, he looked to see that it was a can of coffee.
"...Thank you. This... is just what I need." His eyes followed Shion as he moved to take a seat and rested his arms on the back of the couch he was at previously, legs spread wide in a dominating posture. Eyes still on him, Kyoya took in Shion's jawline as he stared at the ceiling.
Since Kyoya was already confused—he expected something entirely different that wasn't a can of coffee—and felt mildly concerned when Shion looked down at him, his expression slowly changing to something more… dark? Erotic? It allured him and he had a feeling that Shion was doing it on purpose.
There was a low rasp as he chuckled, "You need not worry," and the smirk started to look malicious, "I won't pounce without reason."
Kyoya got the underlying message. Then... he stood up, taking purposeful steps, what if I gave him a reason to?
"Oh?" Shion quirked an eyebrow as his head tilted, knowing smirk never leaving. Kyoya stood in front of him and gazed down at Shion.
Kyoya felt his face flush and bit his lip, scowling—thinking.
"I am a man of patience… and ignorance unless told explicitly what is required."
"I…" Kyoya sighed and his eyes drifted to Shion's open neck. Moving, he rested a knee on the couch between the two legs there and leaned forward. His pride wouldn't let him say what he wanted aloud, so he took action instead.
After all…
Shion's smirk blossomed into a sadistic grin when Kyoya's soft lips targeted his neck.
...Actions spoke louder than words.
"That'll do."
• • • • • •
"Ah!" Kyoya nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a vibration on his rear and his back arched and jerked up to get away from the sensation.
Shion's eyebrows rose in amusement, surprised in the sudden reaction from Kyoya. A growl was aroused from Shion when Kyoya's hips collided with his and Kyoya's face flushed crimson.
Kyoya's eyes widened, that was the first time he got a true reaction from Shion and something made him want it again. This time he gasped when Shion thrust him back down onto the couch, and the vibrating cell phone caused him to squirm.
There was another groan from Shion and Kyoya froze. The cell phone stopped, but that wasn't what was on his mind. There was a bump, and he was just rubbing against it.
Shion was hard and the realization caused a wave of heat to rush through his body.
A second later the phone started up again and Kyoya jerked his hand out of Shion's overhead grip to grab the offending device. "Your mother… she seems to be the type that dislikes being ignored."
Shion smirked, the face you're giving me says that you don't want to be ignored either. He silenced his phone and set it aside.
"Now… where were we?" Shion wondered aloud. "Ah, yes…" his savage toothy smile grew and Shion ground his hips into Kyoya's, "This is where we left off… wasn't it?"
• • • • • •
Shion unlocked his phone with a flick of his thumb and went into his contacts. "Yeah, Hi. What do you—" he paused as he was forced to listen to his mother babble. "Come on, give me some damn notice woman, I'm still at school!"
Hanging up the phone with an irritated huff, Shion turned to look at Kyoya who laughed at him. On his face was a red mark in the shape of a hand—he said something a little too raunchy and Kyoya used more strength than intended. He can hit harder than I thought.
Ignoring the bubbling laughter coming from Kyoya, Shion ran a hand through his hair, he paid no mind to his stinging cheek. "Well, my mother decided to visit unexpectedly, so I have to go—unfortunately." His eyes ghosted over Kyoya once more before he swung his bag around him and over his shoulder, "Would you like to tag along, Kyoya?"
After thinking on it for a moment, Kyoya decided that it would be interesting meeting his mother. "I would be interested. Just give me a moment to gather my things." And make myself look… presentable.
Exiting the school grounds, Shion beckoned Kyoya to follow. His apartment was a fifteen-minute walk away. It was not a distance that called for a ride, especially an extravagant one such as a limo. A limo would call too much attention to his block, plus, Shion just prefered to walk.
"Oh yeah…" Shion spoke up, "Just a head's up, but you should pay attention to how long you stare at me in class. You may send… mixed signals." He looked over his shoulder, "Not that I dislike it by any means," and chuckled at the somewhat scandalized expression Kyoya had that contradicted his flushed cheeks.
During English, Shion had a prickling feeling at the back of his neck throughout class. His metal pencil case was reflective enough that he could use it to look behind him to see that he was being stared at. Keeping my composure during my lines was the hardest part of that class.
"Noted."
Continuing on their path, they passed by the park near Shion's apartment. The wind picked up and his hair brushed in the breeze. He felt a spot on his neck throb with the change in temperature and he smirked. Fishing for his keys, he heard laughter from next door.
Pausing, Shion turned on his heel towards Haruhi's apartment. Just from hearing the snippets through the door he felt that he knew what was going on. Entering, he walked into the view of his mother hugging and lifting Haruhi off of the ground.
With a blank look, Shion looked over the two of them and when he made eye contact with his mother, the woman dropped Haruhi and launched to try and hug him. Shion stepped off to the side and Kyoya was unfortunate enough to round in to receive the hug that was meant for Shion.
"Hey, Mom. Glad to see you've made yourself at home." The sarcastic remark received a huff of laughter from Haruhi who was fixing her hair.
Disregarding Shion's sass, Mizuki pulled away from the hug and turned to see neatly cut and styled black hair, glasses, black eyes, and a slender chin. "Hello," she approached Kyoya "and who might you be, handsome young man?"
After getting accustomed to physically affectionate people like Tamaki, Kyoya liked to think that he was used to unexpected encounters. He was tolerant of it, but that didn't mean he liked it.
"Ootori Kyoya. It is a pleasure to meet you."
"Ah, so you're one of the club boys," Mizuki's smile shifted closer to one of Shion's savage ones, "I'm glad that Shion's getting out there and making friends."
So that's who he gets his smile from.
"Alright," Shion interjected and put a hand on his mother's back, guiding her along, "let's move to my place. Haruhi has been tortured enough."
The assaulted fixed their clothes as the death grip hug mangled her clothes.
"Yes. Thank you, Shion." Haruhi gave him a reassuring pat on the back. While she loved the woman like another mother, she was a bit wacko and Haruhi could only handle the woman in small bursts. Even when she was a child.
• • • • • •
Shion stared at his coffee table with a blank expression and took a deep breath in to remain calm. Kyoya felt awkward in the current situation, the tension was high and he knew he was out of place when family matters came to light.
Shion had his anger reigned in on a tight leash. He had tried to get ahold of her. After all, when she said housing arrangements were taken care of, that also meant that it would be covered. "So you mean to say that you forgot to send me money to pay the monthly rent?"
"Sounds about right."
"Or do you mean you spent it on something and didn't bother?"
Being used to Shion's scathingly harsh tone, Mizuki didn't react notably. It was much more unnerving to Kyoya. While Shion was the type of person with a scathing humour… it wasn't humorous anymore, it was harsh and to the point, leaving no room for argument.
Mizuki gestured with a well-manicured hand, "When you explained your plans with finances I was under the impression that you were covered in basic expenses."
"Basic. Expenses," Shion ground out. "That means food and essentials such as toilet paper and hygiene products—not fucking rent."
Taking a deep breath in, Shion's eyebrows raised as he shook his head and rubbed his temple. He stewed for a moment and let that breath out. Visibly, he was calm, though his expression clearly said that he would accept no more bullshit. "I went through half of my savings to keep myself afloat. I was trying to reserve that for emergencies."
Mizuki rapped her fingers on the arm of the couch, "Well, I'll tell you what I can do. I can talk to the landlord and see if I can arrange a direct deposit for the rent. If they will not accept that then I can transfer the funds to your account."
"That is what I thought we arranged originally."
"Sorry hun, but I'm human and I make mistakes. Also, the last time we talked was during that video call a month or two ago. Talk to me more." Mizuki frowned and stared at Shion, "How am I supposed to know how you're doing if you don't tell me?"
"You have a point, but it doesn't count because you never fucking check your messages or email."
"Ah, well… I had to change them." Mizuki scratched her cheek with her finger.
Shion leaned forward and rested his face in his hands with a deep sigh.
At this time, Kyoya felt himself relax as there was no longer any hostility between Mother and Son. Standing up from his seat, Shion moved to the kitchen and called over his shoulder, "You prefer your chamomile tea with honey, right?"
"You sure got it!"
Kyoya quirked a smile, "A coffee please."
"Get it yourself, you pompous man. Learn how to use a coffee maker."
Chuckling with an uncommon serene smile, Kyoya strode into the kitchen.
Mizuki crossed her legs and looked around the room as she was waiting. Shion had a simple set up, the couch was relatively old and slightly worn, but it was well taken care of, he probably got it from a pawn shop. That's my boy, looking for good deals. The television was of a small size on a table with a shelf beside it for a DVD player and other things. Rolled up and tucked in the corner beside the couch was a yoga mat with a medicine ball beside it along with some other workout related things that she didn't know the names of.
"It's good to see you're keeping in shape, Shion. I don't know where you got the trait of liking physical exercise from, though. Your father and I both have an extreme dislike for it."
"Well, if you went out for a jog now and then, then you wouldn't be out of breath going up a staircase.
The staircases at Ouran are another story...
At that comment, Kyoya covered his smile with his hand, though it was slightly hypocritical of him to laugh as he never exercised from interest. The only form of it he got was climbing up the staircases, walking the halls at school, and gym class.
"Are you alright, Shion?" Kyoya had to ask, he looked stressed beyond belief.
"I'm fine… for now," Shion had a bad feeling. His mother wouldn't stop by unless it was serious. I'm just glad the weight of rent if off my back now. Performing is too unstable. He couldn't make enough with Youtube to live off of either.
Returning with hot beverages, Shion put down the tea and sat down once again. "Now... what's the real reason you're here?" Shion noticed that his mother was more… fidgety than she normally was, and it set off warning bells in his mind. Shion continued before she could interject, "Don't misinterpret it, I know you're here to visit me—but you are uneasy, and I know there is more to this visit."
"It's about your father."
Suddenly, it felt as if the temperature dropped by a few degrees, and both Mitsuki and Kyoya felt a shiver go down their spine.
"What about him?" Shion spat.
"He's gotten ahold of information and knows that you're in Japan, but he doesn't know what school you're attending."
"Yet." Shion knew that the bastard would try something when he turned eighteen. He took a sip of his coffee, "Fuck, now he's going to try and bring me back."
Kyoya blinked in confusion, "Bring you back?"
Knowing that the topic was a bad one for Shion, Mizuki decided to explain. "Shion here is a mix of ethnicities—"
"My Father is German and as I was born in Germany I'm a legal citizen. Once I turned eighteen I legally became an adult. As I'm an adult he can try and get me back to Germany without violating anything from the divorce."
"From what I know, he wants Shion to stay a citizen. Though there are certain prerequisites that are required to do so."
It was a bit of an information overload and Kyoya was trying to put the pieces together. From how the two were talking of the man, Shion's father was a bad person. What mostly caught him off guard was Shion's heritage. Shion looked mostly Japanese, but now that he knew he could see it. The jawline wasn't one that of a Japanese person nor was his curly hair and eye colours.
"Well," Mizuki downed the rest of her tea even though it burned her throat on the way down, "I've been here long enough and I have business to attend to, so I'll leave you two here."
"Ah, I have something for you then." Shion had seen something in a shop and it made him think of his mother, and thus he bought it. He just needed to remember where he put it.
While Shion was gone, Mizuki gathered her things and put her shoes back on and Kyoya was kind enough to assist.
Mizuki put a hand on Kyoya's shoulder and leaned over to whisper, "You'll have to be careful with him."
"Pardon?"
Mizuki just smiled, "He has a habit of getting bad attention, so look after him for me, will you?" Without a pause, she raised her voice, "Hurry up boy, you're wasting time!"
Shion came out of his room with a plastic bag, "Yeah, yeah." He handed it to her and inside was a Junji Ito manga volume. He recalled when he first found out that his mother loved the horror genre. He was working on an assignment when he remembered that a guest was over and there was a shriek from the living room. His mother's friend had screamed with a jump scare while Mizuki was cackling at her. Obviously, he joined in on the Saw marathon they were partaking in.
There was a gasp as Mizuki saw the title and her eyes lit up as she flipped through it quickly, "This'll be perfect for the flight home." She pulled Shion in for a hug, and with a grin, she messed up his hair.
A chuckle resounded from Shion, "Glad that you like it—think of it as an early birthday gift."
As she left down the metal staircase Mizuki waved, "You're just saying that so you don't actually have to buy me a gift—I love you though."
"She knows me too well," Shion smiled and closed the door, "So. Are you up for a movie, or do you want to grab a bite to eat?" Now that it was in the back of his mind, he was wanting to watch the Saw movies again.
Thinking for a moment, Kyoya decided on food. He hadn't eaten since lunch and it was about six-thirty.
Now that Shion knew he had room for spending money, he brought Kyoya to a good little restaurant that he went to regularly. Kyoya seemed reluctant with the rundown appearance of the restaurant, but the interior was up to par. It was refreshing. There were no pleasantries that needed to be exchanged at such a casual place compared to dinner at home.
Kyoya started laughing a couple of times with Shion's inappropriate jokes and self-deprecating humour despite himself.
• • • • • •
The next morning was ordinary other than waking up to a thunderstorm that melted the remaining snow on the streets.
Shion went through his regular routine and arrived at the school as per usual. He took off his shoes and went to open his locker, though found that it wouldn't budge. With a little bit of force it opened and a piece of paper fell out. Staring at the paper for a moment, Shion subtly looked around and saw the two people in his gym class that were talking shit about him. He picked the letter up and put it in his bag, planning on taking a look later.
Thunder cracked and he saw his two classmates leave, whispering to each other.
Ah, the fight's coming to me I see.
The room illuminated with a flash of lightning and Shion chuckled, expression cruel and hungry as a smirk crept upon his lips.
Bring it