second try [sxf x child! reader]

⋆ ᴇᴅᴇɴ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ ⋆

"Bam!" Anya threw her fist forward, a bead of sweat trickling down the sides of her neck. "Bam!"

"Very good!" Yor beamed, watching Anya. "Now use your whole body instead of just your waste."

Anya nodded intently, and did the motion again.

Akira listened carefully as the houses and housemasters of each student attending Eden Academy was announced at their Opening Ceremony. He silently breathed a sigh of relief when he heard his name being called right before Anya's and them being in Henderson's house instead of a hog headed lizard face like Swan. They gathered in line and Akira spotted and Anya staring at a green haired boy a few kids in front of them. He was the one Akira had given an answer to on the test.

Why are you looking at him? Akira thought, frowning. As he thinks this, though, Anya's face turned to disgust and she looked away, grumbling softly. 

"Hey," a purplish-haired girl whispered behind Anya. "I'm Becky."

"Anya," Anya answered mildly.

Akira couldn't help but feel the hairs on the edges of his arms and neck stand up, suddenly tense at the newcomer.

Keep in mind, he reminded Anya, stay safe. 

Anya nodded at him.

"Cool!" Becky looked excited, her tone hushed. 

As the final names were called and everyone was sorted into their selected houses with their housemasters, silence fell.

Henderson clapped and stared down at the students gathered in a neat line in front of him, ready to listen.

"Follow me," he said gruffly and turned around, marching into the school.

Akira exchanged a glance with Anya, shrugged, and followed behind a blond haired boy with a very dramatic haircut. He wondered how long it took him do to his hair everyday.

"So," Henderson said once they were far from the ceremony site. "First and foremost, you must know about the Stella and Tonitrus Bolts system."

Akira cocked his head, alert. He looked back at Anya, expecting her to be listening but instead finding out she was in an animated conversation with Becky. He let out a soft snort and turned back to Henderon, knowing he'd have to fill in his sister later. Akira felt a sort of tension settle along him as he realized there was a way to get fired out of the school.

"Pshhhh," the green haired boy waved his hand mockingly. "What does this matter? My dad is Donovan Desmond so he'll probably just be able to pay me out of that situation." He cleared his throat. "Not like I would get tangled in it anyway."

Akira blinked as he heard the name... it sounded familiar.

"Wow!" A kid behind him gasped. "He's famous!"

"Autograph!" Another kid beamed, pumping her fist.

Damian shrugged, "Sorry. I don't do those."

Akira rolled his eyes, "Damian, I'm guessing?"

Damian turned and squinted at him, "How didn't you know? Everyone knows."

"Guess what," Akira couldn't help but be a little rude. "Not everyone, it seems. Looks like the world doesn't revolve around your-"

"Don't say that to him!" The kid with the funky hair cut scowled. "Stop!"

Akira raised an eyebrow but bit back a scathing comment, "If you say so."

"And you should apologize!" This one hand a mushroom haircut, his hands pressed against his hip in a frown.

Emile and Ewen... Akira thought, having read about them somewhere.

"I will, if I think I should," Akira snapped back. "I think I won't."

Emile gasped. "You must-"

Damian clasped his hand on Emile's shoulder, "It's fine." He cast a dark look at Akira which did nothing but amuse him.

"See you, then?" Akira asked, somewhat mockingly.

"Leave him alone!" Ewen shouted, hurrying ahead with Damian and Emile.

Akira blinked after them, "Fine by me." 

He grimaced and continued walking, a bit startled what the situation had gone. He hadn't been trying to provoke them. Of course, Akira had also grown up in a different enviroment than these... rich and irky boys so they couldn't exactly be compared fairly. He sighed, watching the group of students move forward and followed behind them, keeping a firm eye on Anya because he couldn't trust her with anything. Especially making friends. She could not, for the life of her, figure out who was bad and good. 

All that TV had rotted her brain.

Akira ran his fingers down the delicate walls of the academy, silently guessing how much everything costed. That single dirt speck over there was probably worth millions or whatever. 

Rich people were weird, that was 100% accurate.

Akira sighed aloud and stared up at the ceiling. "I want to go home already."