FakeKouji

𝓢2-𝓒4: 𝓣𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

𝒜𝓎𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓀𝑜𝓊𝒿𝒾'𝓈 𝒫𝒪𝒱:

They say humans are capable of unfathomable things, things which would tear the other apart without a single touch...things which would rot someone without ever letting them grow...

Things such as these are made by a palette of words where the world and its people are the canvas. Words, abuses, insults, hate everything has been showered on me graciously for the whole of the previous day. 

Today upon entering class I witnessed my desk painted in red with Horikita trying her best to wipe it off with her hands now coloured red. I held her gently as I pushed her away showing me all the beautiful messages my classmates had sent me.

"Ayanokouji....please don't"

C̶̥̣̪̦̻̿̾͋͌̈͊r̸͙̖̞͍̩̼̉̇͗̄̌͛̒̋͆ė̴̥͝ẹ̷̛̺̞̯̘͔̅̔̆͆̓͗͋̚p̸͉̾͛̇                 'd̷̳̐̌̈̈̌͝i̷̢͎̪̘͑̈̈̏̑̏̕͠͝ė̶͙̖̝̣̭͊'                       c̶͚̝͍̳̼̗̻͓̣͑̑̋͘͠ŗ̷̖̾̌̏̔̏͑̕͠i̵̧̗̖̼̟̘̇̅̈͜͝m̷̷̸̡̡̢̪̠̜̪̠̜͙̆̋̔̑̆̋̔̑͛̄̇̒̊͠n̸̛̹͓͙̝̘̣͍̋͛̌̓̆̌a̶͆̿̊̾l̵̢̖͎͚͈̰̼͔͊̚ P̸̨̛̦̠̼͚̼͇͕̜̉̋̑̈ę̸̸̨̛̹͖͓̰̦̠̼͚̼͇͕̜̔̈̈̉̋̑̈͘͝͝ę̸̶̹͖͓̰̞͈̣͔͍͇̠̬̔̈̈͒̽̇̾͘͘͝͝v̶̶̴̧̧̛̛͇̮͇̮͐͐͊͝͝r̶̢͉̥̠̝̬̳͖͛̽͌͊ẗ̶̡̹̖̝͚̭̮̥͖͆̇͋͗̓̾͠͠

Now I am left with a dirty table and a classful of eyes with are daggers. Generally, after such an incident, most would simply take a break, maybe lock themselves up...or do something drastic. 

I would have also done the same...but it was too bothersome

Horikita was saying something inaudible in whispers adorning a pained expression. This is surprising considering I never knew she cared for me. Looking around I found a few countable looks of sympathy, yet none except Horikita's of the belief that I didn't do it. ....Kushida, I can't really tell as of now. 

It would seem that all the reputation I had worked for had gone down the drain, which is momentarily true but yet not a victory in her court. 

So I simply brought a big enough paper and was about to tape it to the desk, when Sae-sensei came inside the class, and her eyes darted towards me as she stopped me. 

"Don't do it. While you have been accused, you are still innocent until the school council proves that you are guilty...hence, this is classified as bullying and those students who have done so will be expelled."

Her voice was sharper than any knife...it was filled with strict unyielding authority that none of us had ever heard before. It was clear as day, she was angry...and for me...quite an interesting turn of events ,

the people I had thought of once to be expendable have stayed by me in times of betrayal.

What's Sensei's motive? Is it to gather more of my confidence to use me to reach class A? 

Or is it prove to the class she is /a responsible teacher and maybe transfers? 

...She looked at me once with....what I would discern as the same eyes I had seen once ...

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓹𝓲𝓽𝔂 ...

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭