𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬 | ʰ. ʳⁱⁿᵈᵒᵘ [✓]

ten

"Takashi Mitsuya you talented ass!", Hana yelled as she and the rest of their class gawked at the sketch of the outfits Mitsuya has planned for Hana to wear at the pageant. Mitsuya let out a cocky chuckle. "You have such a great class president, ugh-- ow!", Mitsuya glared at Draken who gave him a bonk. "We get it, you're great. Now shut up, you're annoying", Draken shot back, making the rest of the class laugh. 

"Crap, it's almost 3:30. I need to attend my club now, see you whenever!~", Hana exclaimed as she grabbed her bag and stood up from her seat. "Go straight home after, 'kay?", Mitsuya ordered, handing Hana a copy of the sketches. Hana playfully rolled her eyes as she received the small pile of papers. "Whatever you say, Prince Charming", she replied, sticking her tongue out. 

She arrived at the gymnasium that was separate from the school, where the dance club meets for practices. "We're sharing with the cheer team again?", Hana asked as she walked closer to Eiko, her friend from the other class and their dance captain. "Unfortunately, yes. But let's not mind them. We don't want to start a quarrel with them since their freshmen are quite feisty", Eiko replied, making Hana stifle a laugh.

One of the freshmen, Azumi, who was deemed the 'queen' of their grade, glanced at her giggling upperclassmen, glaring at them. "Do we have a problem here, senpai?", she asked, raising a brow. "None, Azumi-chan", Hana smiled, infuriating the younger girl.

"Quit it, Azumi. Don't start a fight here, it's embarrassing", the cheer captain who was also a friend of Hana's, Hiromi, scolded.

"Yo, Hana-chan! I hear you're representing your class again this year for the pageant. I'm sooo excited to see your outfits this time!", Hiromi squealed, hugging Hana's arm. Azumi scoffed, followed by a smug laugh. "Unfortunately for you, senpai, I am representing my class. The best of luck~", she exclaimed in such a phony tone.

"Thanks, but I'm sure I won't need it. Good luck though~", Hana replied, smiling as she waved good bye to head towards the rest of her club members. "Bitch", Azumi cursed underneath her breath as she clenched her fists, watching her most hated person walk away.

"Let's pick up where we left last time, 'kay?", Eiko informed as the rest of the members started stretching and warming up. They proceeded to practice the dance they prepared for their special number on the day of the festival. After several minutes of continuous dancing, Eiko proposed a 10-minute break.

"Ah! I'm beat!", Eiko yelled as she sat beside Hana, who looked like she didn't break a sweat even though she was the most lively dancer in their club. 

"Seriously though! How much stamina does that tiny body of yours have?", Eiko asked hysterically, gaining a chortle from Hana. She just laughed it off. Besides, she couldn't really tell Eiko that she has high stamina because she grew up around rowdy boys and was a member of the strongest gang in Shibuya. 

"Damn, who is that guy?", Azumi whispered to her friend, everyone glancing to look at the panting guy by the gym door. "That's--"

"HANA! C'mere!", Mitsuya yelled as he placed his hands on his knees, catching his breath. Azumi rolled her eyes at the mere mention of her senpai's name.

"What now, Takashi?", Hana asked, standing up from her seat. "I need my model, duh", Mitsuya replied yanking Hana's wrist. "Oh, right. Eiko! I'm going to borrow your member for a while!", Mitsuya informed, gaining small salute from the dance captain.

"Uhm.. excuse me!", Azumi called out, stopping Mitsuya and Hana from their tracks. "Hi! I'm Watanabi Azumi from Class 1-B. I'm usually not very busy with my club so if you need a model, I'm just--", 

"Sorry, doll. But Mitsuya here is very picky with his models. And so far, Hana is the only qualified one, so better luck next time", a voice cut her off. Hana smirked at the sight of Emma, patting Azumi's shoulders.

"And who are you?", Azumi asked, raising a brow. "I'm Hana's best bitch and Toman's darling baby princess. So, back off, doll", Emma stated, giving a sly smile before pushing Hana towards Mitsuya. "Go on guys!", Emma hollered, waving good bye.

"Um.. excuse me? Sato-san?", a student whispered, blocking Hana and Mitsuya's way. "Someone's looking for you outside", she informed, making Hana gulp. "I'm super sorry, Takashi. I'll just meet this someone real quick. It might be important", she apologized before removing her hand from his grip, running outside.

Once she arrived at the school's entrance, she looked around, panting as her eyes searched for the man she was somewhat eager to see.

"It's been a while, sweet pea. How've you been?", a frightfully familiar voice called out from behind her. Her knees felt weak. Her hands trembled. Her lips quivered. She shuddered as fear and anxiety coursed through her veins, running up her spine. She slowly looked behind her. It felt as if she was robbed of air as she stared emptily at the man that stood in front of him. The man who ruined her mother's life. The man who ruined her life. The man who ruined everything.

"Why don't you give your dad a hug?"