Poisoned Honey (Ayano x Budo)

Chapter 1

(A/N: Info-Chan does not exist in this story.)

Budo's POV-

I was sitting by the windowsill in my class, staring at the cotton white clouds. In contrast to the beautiful weather, my mood was rather grey. Not the sad kind of grey, the dull, boring one. 

Ever since my parents got divorced and I moved out, things really changed. As much as it hurt me seeing my mom and dad argue almost every night, at least it gave me something to watch. Something to process, something to complain to my friends about. Now that they moved out and I live alone, my life has become fairly normal, and I hate it. 

Everyday is the same thing. Wake up, come to school, study, host club activities, go home, watch some J-drama and sleep. I still wonder how those people in dramas have something or the other happening to them everyday. Its as if one day the main character is leading a normal life, and the next day she comes to realize a zombie apocalypse has begun. I guess thats why they're called dramas, they dramatize the boring and mundane lives of actual high school students.

And don't even get me started on love, it's like they look at someone for a second and suddenly can't stop thinking about them. I've met several people in my life and that supposed feeling of joy whenever you see them has never occurred. Well, I guess it does when I see Juku outside my flat on Saturdays, cause it means we're going to the game arcade.

But, I don't think I see Juku in that way.

I just wish-

"Ok students, you can leave your classes now, make sure to complete that physics assignment I gave you by Monday, or else I'll make you skip your lunch and do it here, in the class." 

Class is over already? I didn't even hear the bell ring this time. 

I sighed, knowing that I'll have to ask Taro for notes again. I wasn't much in of the mood to ask for some lame physics work now, so I just hung my bag over my shoulder and headed outside.

I walked along the crowded halls, filled with a bunch of students running outside their class. It was a mess. I quickly got myself out of the situation by heading down the stairs and making my way to the 2nd floor, when I accidentally fell on top of a quite small figure.

Feeling embarrassed, I quickly stood up and reached out my hand so she could get up. She ignored it and stood up on her own, brushing the dust off her uniform. Then proceeded to stare at me with an awfully cold, sharp gaze as if she was observing me. I gulped out of nervousness, I didn't really know what to do in a situation like this.

"Uh, sorry about that. You're not hurt right?" I apologized, and also scratched my neck due to the awkward situation I was in.

"It's fine, and I'm ok." She said in a rather bland tone, then proceeded to walk off. 

'That was weird,'  I thought to myself.

I continued walking down to the first floor to my club. I let out a flat sigh of boredom, knowing I was going to do the same thing again. Stand at the front of the room, yell out a bunch of quotes that seem meaningless now, and watch my friends kick the air about a thousand times.

Don't get me wrong, I love martial arts, I always have and always will, but I feel like theres no use to it sometimes.

After we all got changed, we started practicing. I didn't bother yelling out quotes today, I stopped doing that a while ago. I watched Juku struggle to land a proper kick, and shook my head. I sighed and went over to help him fix his posture.

"Your leg has to make a straight line, like this without bending your knees." I guided, holding his leg and straightening it. 

"I don't know about you guys, but that seems kinda gay-" Mina chuckled, cause the others to stop kicking and burst out laughing.