We left the store and each went our separate ways, I wanted to stretch my legs a bit by taking a walk around Keyaki mall.
There are several paths I want to go through, even the time I have been here, I have not been able to completely walk through the Keyaki mall.
As I walk along I notice three familiar figures who are surrounded by four men in school uniforms.
I recognize them as Karuizawa, Satou and Matsushita. Something tells me that if I don't get closer something will go wrong. Maybe it's my instinct or just paranoia, I wouldn't want to get involved but there's no turning back.
Type 1: Come on, just have a good time with us.
Type 2: Exactly, how about karaoke?
Type 3: It's dangerous for pretty girls like you to be out there alone.
Guy 4: It'll just be a while, we'll even invite you guys.
Listening to their conversation makes me want to pull back, I might be embarrassed for getting into something I don't care about, but Sato and Matsushita's faces look uncomfortable while Karuizawa has a serious face but I can see traces of concern.
Karuizawa: We are not interested, let's go Maya-chan, Matsushita-san.
Karuizawa tries to leave and have the two follow her, but Type 1 grabs her by the arm.
Type 1: You are being rude to your Senpais.
Type 3: Tch girls who just because they have a pretty face think they can do whatever they want.
The grabbing is making Karuizawa put on a panicked expression, this is bad, luckily no one notices my presence and I grabbed his hand.
They are surprised by my appearance, I have to be thankful for my lack of presence, somehow it's sad that I go unnoticed so easily.
My grip becomes strong enough for me to let go of Karuizawa's hand.
Hachiman: Senpai, it's bad to grab a girl's arm without consent.
My tone became sarcastic to a bit provocative.
Type 1: Let go of me you bastard
Type 4: Who the hell are you?!
Hachiman: I'm their classmate, is there a problem?
Type 2: Tch we were just looking for a good time.
Hachiman: I don't think so from their expressions.
Type 1: How long do you plan to hold my hand?
My hand is still holding theirs, my grip hasn't diminished.
Hachiman: Don't think I'm happy to hold your hand, but if you keep bothering me you'll have to deal with me.
With this my grip tightens his face contorts in pain, the others immediately stand on guard.
Type 4: Bastard let go.
Type 3: if you don't do it ....
Hachiman: What are you guys going to do, hit me? I want to see you do it.
The atmosphere gets tense, I know it very well, it's the one just before a fight starts, they won't back down and neither will I. I'm not going to back down. My usual calm expression vanishes for an aggressive one.
If they decide to throw the first punch I'll deal with them in a moment, of course I'll let them hit me for the cameras to see and then blackmail them, I'm not that stupid to fight when I'm being watched.
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My elite romantic comedy is wrong, as I expected.
Teen FictionHikigaya Hachiman dies in the car accident on the entrance day of Sobu High School, when he wakes up he realizes that he was reincarnated in the world of Classroom of the Elite, what will happen to his intervention?
