Don't Mess with Me, Hachioji-Kun

Chapter 3: Your New Boyfriend?

The Caffeteria. A relentless warzone where students fight to the death over who gets to the rancid food first. Or, at least, that's how Naoto saw it.

In reality, it was more calm than how his mind always thought of it. Sure, a few students were quickly shuffling around the room, trying to get from point A to point B where their friends where, but other than that, most people were just minding their business, chatting with eachother.

And as anyone could guess, Naoto wanted none of it. In fact, he wasn't even anning on being here in the first place! But as fate would have it, the young boy was unfortunate to have woken up late, having no time to assemble himself a lunch.

Not wanting to starve, Naoto reluctantly arrived at the Cafeteria. There was, however, one glaring issue.

THERE.WERE.NO.SEATS!

It felt like a fancy restaurant where everyone but him had a reservation. The boy sighed. Was it really like this everyday? He actually thought himself lucky for not being here most of the time. "I guess I'll just take my meal to the Clubroom." The boy said as he turned towards the long hallway in the distance.

"Senpai! Sen-paiii!" The boy turned to the familiar voice to recognize Nagatoro waving at him from a table. On further inspection, Naoto noticed the table had an extra seat, seemingly the reason she was waving at him.

On the other side of the table we're two girls. One of them had slightly messy, long orange hair, while the other one had dirty-blonde hair, which she tied into two pigtails as a giant cowlick sprang out of her skull.

The boy sighed, looking around him once more. Just like five seconds ago, all the other seats were empty. And now that he thought about it, he'd probably get something in his Clubroom dirty if he ate there. With a reluctant sigh, the boy walked up to her, squishing himself inside as he sat next to her.

The girl's gave him stares, their grins just as sadistic as Nagatoro. Unlike Nagatoro, however, Naoto didn't know these girls at all, so he couldn't even predict how reckless they'd be. This sense of powerlessness temporarily brought him back to his usual nervousness, a slight blush forming around his face.

"Boyfriend?" The orange-haired girl asked. Naoto lifted his head. "N-" He was planning on answering when Nagatoro interrupted him, clinging onto his arm. "Yep! He's my boyfriend! Things are going smoothly."

Naoto's head sank once more as Nagatoro grinned at him, seemingly happy to have the upper hand in a situation. The boy covered his face with his free hand in embarrassment, wanting to smash his head against the table.

The girl's let out a laugh, before Gamo, the organge-haired turned towards Naoto. "He doesn't seem lime much of a boyfriend. More like a pet. Look at how he lowers his head." Nagaotoro laughed. "You're right! He's even nice and fluffy!" She said as she tried to tussle his hair. Naoto responded by moving his head, avoiding her touch.

Yoshi, the dirty-blonde haired girl tried her chance at touching his hair as well. "Fluffy!" She said as she lowered her hand. Naoto was about to reach out and slap her hand away when Nagatoro beat him to it, holding her arm. "You don't want to touch his hair. It's greasy and gross." The girl simply sat back down, nodding.

'I'm going to go to the gym and get buff as hell just so I can beat you to a pulp for that.' Naoto thought to himself, trying his best to ignore them, although it was getting harder and harder.

Gamo broke the silence. "Man, he's not even defending himself, it's hilarious! A slave? No, a Bug! A tiny bug!" The girl laughed. Yoshi followed along. "BUG!"

Nagatoro chuckled. "A tiny bug on the sidewalk!" She said. Naoto could only guess that she was still petty from what happened last time.

"Seriously, you can't be like that as a M-" Gamo was interrupted by Naoto whispering something. "Huh? What's that?" The girl jokingly asked, clearing her ears to hear better.