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Misaki hated boys. Misaki really hated boys. That thought passed through her mind at least forty nine times each day, but sometimes she hated boys more than other times.

Like at seventeen past twelve on Monday the eleventh of September. Misaki and her weird boy roommate had been told to get into a boys' bathroom in a boys school and scrub the urinals until they sparkled. And it stank of boys, and Misaki couldn't stop gagging.

Bad memories rushed back to her. The amount of times she had to go into the boys' bathroom in her previous school to yell at them to stop skipping class in the toilet stalls to read the latest porn magazine or hentai or something, was appalling.

Not to mention, Misaki had missed two meals, was about to miss three, hadn't showered in two days, had just pulled an all-nighter, and had just had to listen to her new teacher go on and on about the school system for a whole hour. There were basically three year groups which each had six classes: A, B, C, D, E and F. A was for the best, F was for the worst, or the new students. Misaki was in Class F. Class A students got the best of everything while Class F got the worst of everything. A, B, C, D and E always had exactly thirty people in each class. F had all the leftovers. If you move up a class, you get swapped with someone in the class you're moving into. So if you moved into Class E, someone from that class had to move down. Everyone except Class F students move up a year group at the end of the year. So Misaki would be trapped in an endless loop of second year until she got married to Mr Skank Walker or she got out of Class F.

After that huge explanation, they had to go on a long tour of the school. Takumi couldn't resist making a snide remark at each stop in the tour, and that irritated Misaki to no end. There was just something about him that brought out her more passionate side. Was it his gorgeous – or rather, annoying – face? Or perhaps his slightly too unique personality? Either way, her passionate side, also known as her homicidal side, made her either want to scream or claw his emerald eyes out of their sockets. Ha, he wouldn't look so good without those, would he? In fact, he would definitely look kind of nasty...but that's not really the point. The first option would draw even more attention to herself, and the second option would be extremely messy. So she decided to keep to herself and resort to tightly clenching her very-ready-to-throttle-someone fists while she glared daggers at Takumi, who would probably just smile back at her amiably and oh-so infuriatingly.

Anyway, that's enough for Misaki's inner rant about Takumi's annoyingness. While her mind was raging on about him, Takumi glanced sideways to stare at his roommate. As she leaned down and scrubbed harder, a piece of her dark hair fell over her perfectly curved amber eyes, which always looked so determined. She might think that she wouldn't be considered feminine in a million years, but Takumi didn't understand how anyone could think that she was male. Everything about her, and everything she did, screamed out "That's a girl you're looking at, pervert!"

But she sure was amusing when she got embarrassed, so it might be better to play along with her cover story than to get her kicked out the school.

"Hey, stop starting at me. It's weird."

He was snapped out of his faze and looked back at her. She looked a bit cross, a splash of flush colouring her cheeks. She was cute, no doubt.

Out of nowhere, a stomach rumbled loudly. She glanced at him apologetically.

"Mitsu-chan, let's get lunch," he told her, dropping a sponge into the bucket of water. "I'm guessing you didn't have any lunch on the bus yesterday, and because of me, we didn't get dinner or breakfast. I'm sorry. You must be starving right now."

She shook her head. "But we need to finish our punishment. He'll just give us more work if we skip this."

"Then we'll pay some first years to do it for us."

Misaki scoffed. "They took away all our money when we got checked at the start of school, stupid."

"Hmm," he said in a monotone. "Not really. I have a compartment in my shoes where I put everything. I have a bunch of cash, my grandfather's credit cards, and my phone. I've actually been collecting pictures of you. I'm aiming to finish a photo album by winter break. It makes for good Christmas presents."

"…That's great." Misaki wasn't even bothered to scold him about his offhand, slightly perverted comments anymore which she had decided were usually untrue. Probably. Hopefully. Then she remembered what she was about to say. "But it doesn't matter. Punishment is punishment, so I'm not going to skip it. There is a reason that punishment is there, and that's to learn your lesson not to do it again. If I get out of it the easy way, I won't have learnt my lesson. See?"

"Then you learn your lesson now and then let's go have lunch. Just engrave it into your mind and then we can go."

"But that's not the point!"

"Ohhhhh. I get it. You're a masochist. You don't think that you're worthy of living until you've felt a bunch of pain by work. Is that right?"

"Nonononono. That's not it…you're just a rich lazy arse who doesn't want to work."

"Nah, I could have finished all this by now but then you would be going on about how you didn't get any work or something." His head perked up when the doors opened and a clump of first year boys came in. He then took off his right shoe and peeled a layer of fabric off the bottom, to reveal a wad of cash. One of the first years' eyes gleamed. "Five thousand yen to clean every urinal in this whole building. I'll give you a ten percent deposit. If you complete all of it well, I'll give you the rest. Deal?"

The first years nodded quickly. After all, money was rare here and was invaluable if you were to sneak out of school. Misaki gawked wordlessly as they took a bit of cash and began scrubbing. She quickly regained her composure. "Hang on, that's just a waste of money! You spoilt rich brats spend too much!"

"But if I don't use it now, I've wasted the deposit. That's a waste of money, you hypocrite."

The corner of Misaki's mouth twitched and her ready-to-throttle fists clenched. "Jeez, don't turn it on me… Oh, never mind. Let's just go have lunch."

"I'm sorry, but Class F students aren't served lunch."

"Whaaaaat?" Misaki almost yelled, her mouth dropping while the lunch lady glared at her to move away from the canteen. "Are you kidding me? I'm pretty sure that this is against human rights. Are we just left to starve or something? I'm calling the police. Oh, wait. I don't have a phone. Okay, gimme a phone, then."

"I can't do that."

"Alright, then," Misaki said, rolling up her sleeves. "Usui, back me up. I'm gonna – HEYYY! Put me down!"

Takumi lifted her onto his shoulder and nonchalantly walked away from the canteen, while she kicked and screamed. "Shame. I wish I could. You looked like you were having so much fun. But then again you also look like you're drunk and people are looking."

"I'M NOT DRUNK!"

"If you say so."

"I'm not drunk! Usui, testify for me! You've been with me since yesterday afternoon…when we first met! You know I don't have any booze on me! I don't have anything on me except for that stinking towel! Now put me down! People are looking!"

Takumi dropped her suddenly. Misaki scowled at him.

"We're at the Class F food station," he told her cheerfully.

She scrambled up. Three long tables were pushed against a wall. Each table was filled with some of bread and a couple of different fillings. "Oh, that's what the lunch lady meant. We aren't served lunch but we still get lunch, even if it's kind of manky."

"Yes, and that's why you looked drunk."

"Okay. You could have just said."

"Aww, Mitsu-chan, you're no fun."

The timetable at this school was…strange. Usually, you'd have lessons like 'Maths' or 'Biology' or something. But not here. Every day after lunch, every second year student had a joint class called 'Discipline'. And Misaki didn't think that sounded particularly fun. Neither did anyone else in the school, evidently.

They were led onto a field and put into perfectly straight lines in their classes. The teachers yelled at them for the next half an hour about how they were little pieces of crap who needed discipline restored in their lives. Next came what the teachers called 'Stage One: Accepting the Wrongness of Your Actions'.

In other words, telling everyone what you did to get put in this dump.

Answers varied widely, from bullying someone until they were almost dead, to getting bad grades, to running over the neighbour's cat. Misaki couldn't tell if Takumi was joking on that one.

And when Misaki's turn came, she said that it was because her parents were being stupid, which wasn't a lie in her point of view. She wasn't going to forgive them any time soon.

Then she got another detention because of 'insolence'. This time it was thirty laps around the track. Yay.

And so ended another ordinary day in the life of a crossdresser in an all-boys disciplinary school.

Yeaaahh, I know the end bit was lazy. I couldn't be bothered to make a nice ending…anyways, thanks for reading! Leave a review if you liked it! If you hated it, leave one anyway XD Reviews are awesome, though! So please. It doesn't take long. You know you wanna...

Okay, yeah, I know I'm being creepy. But seriously.