chasing bliss

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CHASING BLISS

A never-ending run, seeking for what people call happiness and bliss until nirvana swallowed them in the pits of it's unfortunate clasp.

❝Five hundred and twenty.❞
RINDOU HAITANI

❝Five hundred and twenty-two.❞
(YOUR NAME)

WARNING

grammatical / typographical errors, usage of profanities. i also used rindou's future appearance as a reference.

rindou's art credits all goes to
@hayashi_269 on twt. i have
permission to use their art.

greatly inspired from
-cassii's  / cassii- 's story: bucklet list.

BEING THE SUPREME STUDENT COUNCIL'S PRESIDENT WAS NEVER FACILE TO DEAL WITH, neither do you have it easy being the poindexter, dean's lister, high-achiever, top-notch - with no failing marks nor threat on the education system - bookworm, and being the school's greatest nerd of the year either. What a load of student-related achievement you got.

Your performance, assessments, tasks were all meddled diligently and perfectly, too, similar to your outputs as well as your own liability critique and personality conduct from each respected teacher.

What is your role in the whole university again? Of course, the one who can't socialize well in all terms of relationship whether it's romantic, sexual or simply platonic - the cryptic nerd. 

But nobody should get you wrong as well since there's no dramatic entrances like getting bullied by the popular girls for no absolute reason, getting soaked in water so early in the morning because you pissed off a scad of cheerleaders, flour and egg throw, getting the infamous bad boy to date you or all sort of cliche things that happens only inside a typical college-type of novel. 

And that nerdy demeanor? That is your only role inside the prestigious university you were enrolled in in order for you to graduate and leave your vile hometown, get so wealthy and pennies, work your ass off 'til your hair grows grey or before that is to marry the man you love, of course. A dramatic and cliche ending but you care less as long as it's positive and you're in bliss.

Now that's one dramatic and cliche ending but you car  less as long as it's positive and you're in bliss. A stable financial gain, a loving husband, a kid because you don't want a child more than one and that is all what you're dreaming of. If you grasp it, what more can you even ask for?

Those are the only things circulating around in your aims and goals so maybe you have just gone deaf when your professor said that you're going as an exchange student and representative of your school to their very own twin-jade university's location; Roppongi, the nest of delinquents.

"Can you repeat that again, sir?" You distinctively asked, hands below the table to fidget the algid bare of your skin as you hoped to the unknown entities that your ear must have heard wrong or better yet, your teacher just had his tongue - tied in front of you as if he's reluctant to tell you the rationales.

"Due to the lack of facilities and faculty advisers in both here and Roppongi, our school which is a branch of that respective university agreed to merge the whole community of students little by little 'til we reached our labeled goal. And we will start with exchanging students from here to there and vice versa." He paused, looked at you to opt for a reaction, and went back to sorting out his papers.

"You, being the top one of this all-girls university, were chosen to participate together with another four women students to go to Roppongi and do your utmost best to teach those boys what education means." The old man before you smiled, diverse from you whose lips irked at the thought.

Can't their top-notch students just go and teach them those? As your line of patience thins every minute, you can't help but silently scorn.

"And you will be accepted to be a temporary tutor in order to fulfill that role. Thus, you have one primary targeted student to change there in the span of your career - all of you actually have your own student to teach anyways. And yours goes by the name Rindou Haitani, known for his delinquency around the area and for setting street fights whenever he's pissed off." He added.

"Sir, I have the right to refuse, right? My family won't agree-."

"They already did. They were the ones who recommended you to participate." Skimming through a page of borders, he cuts off your further rejects before showing you a legalized document of your transfer to that all-boys school with your parent's signature underneath the paper's corner.

Crap. How could you actually forget that your own family is hostile when it comes to your existence? What a fortune you have.

"I hope both of us are clear, miss l/n. This would be beneficial to you and for the school as well so I hope that you would do your utmost best to reach the goal or better yet, surpass your limits." He chuckled, turning his swivel before giving you a gesture to leave without even listening to your complaints. 

With a hazy mind and eyes on daze, your brain seemed to malfunction as you got up to leave the dean's premises - the only thing circling around your mind is the name of the man that you're gonna tutor; Rindou Haitani.

Even though his name is already infamous throughout the school, you can't seem to cognize him well not like you're uninterested in him but because you felt frightened hearing how all the girls in your school cursed at him for hurting a known and popular cerulean-haired guy in the opposite academy. 

Some said he was enervated and that's why he did such a heinous thing while some said that he's just a delinquent who knows nothing but to beat up innocent people.

Either way, he sounds like bad news, an abhorrent one. Therefore, you only have one thing to say to yourself.

Goodluck.