The signature pink hair, tattoos, and cold eyes that stare straight through you, told the group of guys before you, who you were. Sovereign/Monarch of curses, a greatly feared and respected figure in the delinquent world.
That was just Takemichi's l...
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Yo! I'm writing this alongside another story so I will switch between writing on each of them.
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Thump
Thump
Thump
The echoing sound of heavy steps stopped the delinquent boys in their tracks. The atmosphere immediately changed, turning menacing. The teens felt their heartbeat increase, a lump in their throats, preventing them from breathing.
Thump
Thump
Thump
The older teens' eyes widen, some of them letting out a gasp realizing who was walking towards them. The signature pink hair, tattoos, and cold eyes that stare straight through you. Sovereign/Monarch of curses, a greatly feared and respected figure in the delinquent world. Immediately they kneel, hoping, praying they wouldn't be the next targets.
A couple of the younger teens whisper to one another, wondering who you were.
The thumps come to an abrupt halt mere meters away from them.
"Out of my way maggots"
The young boys move out of your way quickly, leaving their blond friend on the ground, still staring at you. They all tell him to get out of your way, but it's like he's away in his own world. Irritated, you pick him up by the collar of his uniform.
"Tch, are you deaf or something blondie?"
Snapping out of his thoughts he immediately starts rambling, profusely apologizing.
A sadistic smirk makes its way onto your lips, at his fearful expression.
"You know what, I think you need a little lesson in manners," you say, tightening your grip on his collar. "Maybe then you'll learn to respect your superiors."
The blond boy looks even more terrified now, you notice his friends looking at each other nervously. But you don't care. Wherever you step your foot becomes your turf, and this kid has overstayed his welcome.
Dragging him over to a nearby wall and slamming him against it, he yelps in pain on impact. "Listen up, kid," you say, getting in his face. "You're going to do exactly what I say, got it maggot?"
