Can Hate turn to Love? (Quintessential Quintuplets Harem x OC)

The past is never left behind

3RD PERSON POV

"Hey! Isn't that a Kurobara High uniform?" a background character shouts, eyes peeled to the five newcomers that just entered the cafeteria. "Nah, man! You sure are seeing things, rich kids like them wouldn't be here on their own volition!" his friend says, with a slightly mocking tone.

"Kurobara? Wasn't Kurobara your junior high, Gabriele?" Fuutarou asks, turning his head to the left to face his best - and only - friend and rival. "Gabriele? Are you ok? You look kinda pale..."

"No, no, no, no, no, not again..." 

"What do you mean 'not again'? Don't run away!"

OUR POV

Why are they here? They ruined my life once, I finally got free from my past, built a new life, and now!? Now they're back! I hate them! I hate them! I FUCKING HATE THEM!!

I run into the bathroom and vomit into one of the stalls, my head stinging like crazy, while all the memories of 'that year' flood back to me.

Flashback

"Stop! Stop right now!" I shout, rushing into the scene where I see a boy with glasses being ganged up by four other guys. "Huuh? What are you going to do? Fight me, new kid? I know you, you suck at everything! Maybe, like a dog, you need someone to beat your ass!"

I look towards him and smile, a glint in my eyes no one could describe. "I may suck at everything, but I won't stand idly by! It's just who I am!". One of them, who I assume is the leader of the bullies, uncovers a pocket knife and taunts me.

Play the theme song - Western Samurai, Diamond Eyes

A/N - I simp for Hajime Nagumo, don't judge me ;)

He cruelly smirks as he rushes at me with the intent to stab me. I react quickly enough to dodge but he still grazes my forearm a bit. I grit my teeth in pain. "Mmh, guess we have a quick little rat on our hands. Boys!" he orders his lackeys, one of which throws a hook that connects with my cheek, causing me to stagger back. It is part of a combo as the other one kicks me in the ribcage. I manage to put my arms in X position and parry it. The impact numbs my arms but I am still not down for the count. That is, until the glasses boy grabs me from behind.

"What the fu-"

"I-I'm s-sorry, but he's too strong for me! I-if you can't fight them, join them, r-right?"

"Hah! Good decision, wimp!" One of the goons smirks and punches me in the gut. I cough blood and the beating, american style, continues. Some of the students are actually recording, where the fuck are the teachers??

After a while, losing count of time, I'm beat and bloodied, blood dripping from my mouth, bruises all over, a black eye...I can feel a couple of teeth about to fall over. The boss comes over and slaps the wimpy boy. "You served your purpose! Get the fuck out of my face!"

The boy squeals in fear and literally sprints away. Meanwhile he grabs me by the collar and laughs. "Look at you, so pathetic! In the real world, willpower and your shitty sense of justice don't count shit if you don't back them up!"

"Ah...I know I'm a better person than you, at least..." I cackle, spitting blood in his face. He kicks me in the ribs and "Boys, he doesn't understand."

One of them walks to me to kick me again, this time in the face, but I grab his farther leg making him lose balance. He falls and bangs his head on the floor, most probably knocked out. Oof, that must have hurt.