Touma sat in the cafeteria. He stared at the yellow gelatinous mass of food in front of him called scrambled eggs, poking it with his spoon. Tsuchimikado and Aogami noticed this.

"Kami, you alright? You look like you've been to a funeral."

"Yeah man, you better stop that 'fore Fukiyose comes and sees you."

"With my luck, it's bound to happen." Touma snarked. Then, as if on cue, Fukiyose walked behind him, and lightly slapped behind his head, scolding him about playing with his food. "Speak of the devil..." Touma promptly quipped, which hopefully Fukiyose hadn't noticed.

"You haven't slept last night, and you still had enough to make a joke like that," Motoharu joked, causing Touma to chuckle.

Then Touma let out a long sigh. "I haven't got enough sleep last night. My head is pounding constantly, not to mention the doozing off and shit. It's so bothersome."

"Something on your mind Kami?" Aogami asked.

"Yeah, my homework. I have to make it up with Komoe's lessons. Otherwise I won't be able to improve my grades!" Kamijou lied on the spot.

"Was it that bad to make you forget gelling your hair?"

"Yeah-wait what?" Touma was confused. "I forgot?!"

"Yeah, didn't you notice the looks you got in class?" Motoharu said.

If there is one thing Touma never fails to do everyday, it's to style his hair into his iconic spiky hair, every single morning, to the point of being a routine. After seeing it in a fashion magazine he read before, he decided to style his hair that way, and from then on he was never seen without his pointy hairstyle. He even made it a point to stock up on hair gel if possible. He even styled his hair that way on the first day of school, right before his seat fell through several floors and causing the sprinklers ti go off. He shuddered at the memory.

So it would make sense that his classmates never minded his hairstyle. Besides, there are two others with the same hairstyle as his. But what happens when you never maintain it today?

People are bound to ask questions.

Touma's head ached as he vaguely remembered his class swarming around him, asking about his hair.

"Haaaaaaaah... rotten luck..." He groaned. There is a reason why that happened. Apart from the homework.

Yesterday at the alley... he nearly convinced himself that it was all a dream, and he didn't do all those things, if it weren't for his knuckles, which were bruised and bloodied from the fight. He couldn't take his mind off that. It may sound dramatic and cliche, but it changed his world for him.

For instance, his fighting abilities. He believed that, in a 1 on 1 fight, he had very high chances of winning. In a 2 on 1, difficult but possible, 3 on 1 was downright suicidal. It was very much obvious that he wouldn't fare well against multiple attackers, especially when they all gang up on him. For example, Aogami is someone who could hold themselves in a fight very well, but even he admitted, that if bad goes to worse, and your enemy brings in backup, better make sure you worked on your cardio, or bring them to a narrow space to finish them off, or at the very least, defeat enough of them to scare off attackers and allow for your escape.

And the second thing, is agility. He doesn't consider himself as a very athletic guy, but running away from and fighting thugs in the City has helped him toughen up a lot. He knew a thing or two about parkour. Not that it helped him a lot when he is the living embodiment of a bad luck charm. And his reflexes aren't nothing to scoff at either, being around slightly above average.

All in all, he considered himself a pretty decent fighter, all things considered.

But what happened yesterday, in that alley... it shook him to his core.

He was dodging blows, left and right, he twisted and bent his body in ways he could only see contortionists do, and he was able to fight back against 3 armed thugs all by himself, and win.

He was left swimming in his own thoughts, when...

"Earth to Kami, Earth to Kami, do you copy? Over."

"Huh, whadfbkf, what? Huh? What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

"You've been staring at me with a dumb look on your face for the last 9 minutes." Aogami said.

"Wha-?" He shook his head and rubbed his eyes. "Sorry, I-I must've wondered off somewhere."

"I'll say, you've been at it since morning. Like in class, when Komoe called you, and you didn't respond, because you were looking at the girls outside," Motoharu said.

"I. Was. Not. Looking. At. The. Girls." Touma said.

"Yeah yeah, whatever you say Kami," Motoharu laughed, causing Touma to groan.

After a while, Motoharu and Aogami left Touma alone in the cafeteria, doing who knows what. Touma sighed, again. He lifted up his hand, to see his hand stuck to his wrist, and gathered his tray-

Wait a minute...

He takes one good look at his right hand. And sees a spoon stuck in it.

"Oh great," Touma grumbled, "Another one of those times huh?" He had a good grasp on the sticking ability he had, but sometimes it still happens. He grabbed the spoon, and pulled it away from his hands...

Only to see a white, web-like substance come out of his wrist.

"What. The. Huh?" Touma's brain shortcircuited. Here he was grumbling about a stuck pen, now this happens, and he has no idea what to do.

He take another look at his hand, and with a flick of the wrist, the white substance shot out of his wrist and covered itself unto a tray nearby.

Touma's eyes widened. Things just got weirder.

He looked around to see if anyone noticed. No one did.

The web-like substance was still on his wrist, and is still covering the tray. So, as a sensible man, he did the one thing he could logically do in this situation...

He made it worse.

He pulled the tray towards him, hoping he could remove it that way. The thing is, it didn't work. Instead the tray flew over him, in a perfect arc, flew far away from him, and hit somebody far in the back.

"WHO! IS! THROWING FOOD IN THE CAFETERIA!!!!!"

Not wanting to stick around and face his PE teacher's wrath, he hastily went to the trash bin, and left the cafeteria. As he left, he heard the teacher call on a hapless student, who happened to be behind him. The student's pleas of innocence and despair echoed throughout the cafeteria.

'Thank you for your sacrifice. And forgive me.' He left the crime scene and went to the classroom to wait for recess to end.

Big mistake.

Right as he went to the classroom door, and opened it, he saw an eyeful of his female classmates, in various states of undress. At the front of the classroom, where the blackboard is, was Seiri wearing nothing. Her long hair and blue floral panties the only thing from covering her.

Touma stood in the door, a deer in headlights. Only one sentence went through his mouth.

"I should've knocked."

All the females screamed and yelled in a panic, covering themselves to protect whatever shred of dignity they had. Seiri, however, walked towards Touma, still in her panties, and jabbed him in the eye.

Touma fell over and covered his eye, not noticing Fukiyose closing the door in front of him.

"Stupid rotten luck," he groaned. After a few more hours, the girls, now wearing their PE uniforms, left the room, trying not to look at him in embarassment. Except Seiri, who glared at him in disgust and anger.

'I really should've learn to knock before going in. Oh Kamijou, why must you be this pathetic of a man to lack even a shred of common sense?' He thought to himself, frustrated, as he lay on the floor.

Classes went on normally. Well, as normal as it gets. Kamijou is a student here, after all.

Touma Kamijou can never truly, take a break.

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