Chapter 3 : As you wreck me


'You are calm and chaos. You're everything but the best of all, my pretty oxymoron is that you are mine.'


Kaori

He had made the decision to join the disciplinary committee on a whim but it had been a good one as he used the opportunity to the fullest.

Nobody, as in not one student would show up late to Kirisaki Daichi- which included the seniors even though it was a lone freshman standing guard. Because the lone freshman happened to be a black haired boy who had his ways. Not that he cared much about the discipline, the school.. or anything for that matter. It was just a means to let off some steam before actually beginning the day.

Hanamiya saw his acquaintance with the committee as permission to torture. Like everything, he had his off days and this was clearly one of them.

Turned out that he had been too effective as the place remained empty and not a single student rushed in with a long apology he would not listen to, in order to get out of the detention he would not assign them to.

What good would come out of a session of chit-chat with the teacher followed by a few chores?

Just plant enough fear in them that'll have them function whether they want to or not. That was Hanamiya's way of doing and the day was proof that his method had worked too successfully.

"Pathetic…" He thought to himself as he stood alone. He had initiated to doing the job but his effectiveness, while came as no surprise managed to appall him.

"Look how less time it took them to adjust. There is no such thing as an exception when it comes to human beings. Differences exist but when it comes down to one thing, they are all the same. Use the right means and before you know it, they will all have succumbed into it. And of course… the best part is that they don't even realize it. They think they're in control and-"

"You look like you're talking to yourself." The voice that had potential to bring out the animal inside made its way to him.

"You're waiting for me?! Ooooh my god, I swear I thought I'd done something to piss you off. I blamed it all on my chubbiness. I mean is it my fault that chocolates are so delicious?"

"Depends. Is it my fault that you have this thing that makes me want to choke the life out of you? Also, stop talking to me like you know me and fuck off." He swung around to make it clear that he was done.

"Anyone else would totally deduce hate out of your words. But hate is much more complex than that and we both, as smart people understand that, don't we?"

Kaori's bright face followed him even when he skipped the turn to their class and walked up the stairs leading to the school terrace.

"So Makoto-kun… If it isn't hate then what is it that you have on your mind?"

Hanamiya turned to Kaori, not surprised that she had followed him all the way without giving a thought to the class she was skipping along with him. Her brown eyes met his and a smile appeared as an immediate response. It would have put a blush on any boy's face.

Hanamiya's mind called them shit-brown.

The steps he took to close the little distance between them were menacing but the girl paid no mind to it. Kaori's smile never wavered as she almost invited Hanamiya into her personal space. She obviously did not mind the invasion as she continued to look into his eyes with the most casual expression.

"Will this wipe off the grin then?" He made a fist out of his right hand and placed it beside her head with just the right amount of force. He knew the action worked best when he brushed her ear in the process. And to also, do it right beside her ear so even the minimum amount of sound produced would reach her.

Kaori's brown eyes opened wide and Hanamiya smirked at the sight of his victory. He shook his head at the misery that was life. He wondered why he even expected her to react any differently.

'How precise. It feels just like staring into a pile of dog-shit.'

Ah, that would be hope's fault. He had his hopes up from the way she made him furious with her existence alone. What was it about her that made him furious?

"M..Makoto.. I'm so glad we're like this."

… What?

Hanamiya looked at the girl who had begun to smile even harder while blushing a deep red. A blush wasn't all that impossible but the big smile she had on her face was.

A person should either be afraid or embarrassed. Or both. But not a smile. A smile translated to happiness. And he did not evoke happiness from people.

She continued to stare into his eyes that looked into hers – momentarily paralyzed from doing anything else and spoke.

"I've been looking for you since the first day. I had seen everyone from class except for the one I was supposed to sit with. You never showed up to class but I couldn't give up because I heard so much about you. Making it into the first string of the basketball team, being a part of the disciplinary committee and so on - I knew the other horrible things people began to say about you being a monster had to be false. Because nobody ever said why or what – they just called you terrible. It had to be rumors spread by someone who had a lot of time on their hands. And then I did meet you and I've just confirmed it. You're wonderful!"

It sounded like a confession. But in the act, she had managed something he hadn't ever foreseen - the wreckage of his predictions.

But the girl did not blush or look down. She did not stutter or struggle to put her feelings into words.

Her smile, breath and stance resembled the calm of a morning breeze.


MIZUKI

She landed smack into reality when he snapped his fingers under her nose.

"Any particular choice?"

Hanamiya looked calm as he sat opposite to her in the ice cream parlor every couple in Kirisaki Daiichi that ever was, is or will be a couple would visit. His left hand cradled his chin as his right held the menu. The black eyes scanned aimlessly as his choice was always the same.

100% chocolate.

Her brown eyes that were nothing special peeked through the bangs on her forehead. They were the kind of eyes that one would pass by any day and forget. Hanamiya was giving her a choice? It couldn't be true as if he was then Mizuki wouldn't be here at all. Still, he urged her to decide with that prodding gaze she could not deny.

The shaky hand she extended came in contact with cool fingertips in place of the plastic covering the menu. Plastic provides insulation. Mizuki did not touch plastic. Therefore, her cringe from the supposedly high electric shock went unnoticed by the world.

Hanamiya's fingers moved forward to hold the hand she had almost snatched away. But she did not. He knew the girl would let his fingers graze hers, and hold the hand – or anything. The small smile on his face was so unseen and deemed impossible that it wiped off the image of the petrified expression her face held.

Everyone around would know and notice Hanamiya. Anyone who would notice would be more caught up with his smile than Mizuki's face. So there would be no savior.

They would all see the hand he held. Their eyes would never move on to notice the same hand that would not stop shivering.

Or just so by some miraculous accident, if they did see it – what would they do?

"You're having too hard a time over picking ice cream, Mizuki. Pick. Now."

His tone always held a special embrace to her name. It had been so since the first time. She hadn't expected him to come waltzing in and fix up this date. But he had and she was here.

The gentle squeeze may have been a reassuring hold if the hands did not belong to the boy. It may have stopped her from shivering. But it wasn't anyone – it was Hanamiya.

"..A..nything but chocolate." She picked in the very next instant like his word was command.

He turned with a satisfied expression to place the order and smiled as he realized how well his orders seemed to be working. The sight of wreck that was his date made him smile even wider.

Her eyes settled upon her hands stuck to her lap. She blinked hard as she tried to control the tears that never allowed her to keep her eyes open. When she did open them, it was with a wish.

The wish never came true as every time she looked up, the sight remained unchanged. It looked like a child waking up from a nightmare only to notice that it hadn't ended – it was happening. And it was real.

Her screams were silent as her entire being resembled the chaos of a tornado.


A/N : Hello! I have nothing in particular to say and that just leaves you more room to reciprocate by telling me what you think.

The subtle art of asking to read and review has been unleashed! :D

Maybe I should not have said that out loud but I just did. I never did make my claims on being smart. I have a crush on Hanamiya, so there's a red flag right there. I don't believe that Hanamiya is a good man with a bad-boy facade. I sincerely believe that he is a boy with his handsome looks and peal that away, you see rot. So that is the Hanamiya I'm writing about. That is the protagonist to this story. So let me know what you think.