𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖆𝖓 𝕬𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖎

"Y/n, your face is bleeding!"

"Hey, senpai?" Y/n walked into the martial arts club. Her lips were shiny with gloss, and vanilla perfume wafted in her presence.

Budo turned around, looking at the h/c-ette, who smiled cheekily as she realised she had interrupted their training session.

She bowed, an act of apology to the members there. "I'm so sorry! I didn't expect you guys to be in actual training so early into the school year... sorry."

The members chuckled as Budo excused himself to speak with Y/n outside of the club. He closed the door behind him, and they stepped out.

"Something happened?" He asked her, giving her body a once-over to check for any bruises and his eyes caught on her thigh, where Musume had hit with the bat. His fists clenched at the memory.

"...do?"
"Budo!" Y/n screamed to gain the male's  attention. Snapping her f/c manicured fingers in front of his eyes. His trip down memory lane was cut short by the pouting female in front of him.

"W-what did you say, Kohai?" He asked curiously, embarrassment evident on his face.

"Hmph. You weren't listening to me." Y/n crossed her arms under her chest, causing the male's attention to shift downwards.

"I... I was, really!" He tried to explain to her, not wanting to make the girl upset. "Oh really? Tell me what I said then, Senpai!"

As Budo fumbled with his words, the martial arts students had their ears pressed to the door of the clubroom, trying to listen in to their conversation.

Shima was trying to keep her laughter in, and Juku was already in a far corner, hunched over, laughing like crazy.

"Shush! He's trying to explain himself!" Sho whisper-yelled as he hushed the rest of the members.

Y/n's giggle caused everyone around them to be quiet, and for a moment, Budo could swear that he saw her eyes flash a dangerous red.

"I don't like when you don't listen to me, Senpai." Y/n's voice effectively made the atmosphere around her colder, and her neck twitched

"W-well... I'm sorry." He mumbled to her, causing his members inside to gasp collectively. Budo never apologises!

"Senpai... there was no need to apologise! You're so hopeless!" She laughed jokingly, slapping his arm.

"Anyways, I was wondering if I could come to your house to practice today after school?" She batted her eyelashes at him, and the male slowly nodded.

"Sure thing, Kohai. My address is -" he began, but she cut him short.

"No, I meant we're walking there together. I have things to do too, silly. Call me when you reach the gates!" She blew him a kiss before running off to the cooking club, prepared to make Akademi's taste buds scream with delight.

The afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the bustling hallway as Y/n, a tray laden with colourful cupcakes, weaved through the chattering crowd. The aroma of vanilla and chocolate swirled around her, a sweet counterpoint to the usual scent of textbooks and floor polish.

Reaching the corner by the library, she spotted Sakyu and Inkyu Basu searching by the vending machines.

"Hey there, Basu sisters." Y/n called out, her voice filled with faux brightness. "Care for a cupcake?"

Both Sakyu and Inkyu turned, their identical smiling expressions momentarily replaced by curiosity as their eyes landed on the tray. "Leftovers from cooking club, I presume?" Inkyu drawled, her voice flat.

Y/n's smile faltered for a split second before returning, sharper than ever. "Actually, Inkyu-chan," she said, her voice laced with honeyed sweetness, "these are gourmet cupcakes, made with only the finest ingredients and a sprinkle of love" She paused, holding Inkyu's gaze. "Something I doubt your taste buds would ever appreciate, considering your horrible taste in eye-makeup."

Inkyu scoffed. "Oh, please. Spare me the dramatic monologue. Just another desperate attempt to get attention, right?"

Y/n raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in her eyes.  "Attention?" she said, her voice dripping with mock sincerity. "No, Inkyu-chan. This is about raising my popularity and gaining the students' trust, something that is easy to do, considering that my hair is actually perfectly styled every day, unlike that rats nest you have there."

A collective gasp escaped the nearby students. Inkyu glanced at her sister, who whipped out her pocket mirror and handed it to Inkyu.  She looked at her pink locks, a flicker of panic crossing her face.

Y/n, relishing the moment, continued her sweet assault. "Don't worry, Inkyu-chan," she said, her voice sugary and patronizing. "There are plenty of tutorials online these days on how to achieve luscious locks like mine. Maybe even Sakyu here can help you out, considering her hair usually looks half-decent."

Sakyu, usually stoic, sputtered, a blush creeping up her neck. Inkyu, meanwhile, practically growled.

"You wouldn't dare!" she hissed, fists clenched.  "These are Balayage highlights, you uncultured swine! They're supposed to look messy!"

Y/n feigned ignorance, batting her eyelashes innocently. "Balayage? Is that some kind of new cupcake flavour? Sounds like it would taste just as fake as your entire personality."

The nearby students erupted in stifled giggles. Even the vending machines seemed to vibrate with suppressed laughter. Inkyu's face burned a fiery red.

"That's it!" she screeched, lunging towards Y/n.  But before she could make contact, Y/n sidestepped with surprising agility, holding out a cupcake like a peace offering.

"Here, Inkyu-chan," she said, voice still light but with a hint of steel beneath. "Perhaps a little sweetness will calm your savage spirit."

Inkyu glared at the cupcake, then back at Y/n's smug expression.  Defeated and unwilling to risk further public humiliation, she snatched the cupcake and stormed off, muttering something about revenge and hair dye. 

Sakyu, still flustered, watched her sister go before turning to Y/n and glaring at her. "Inkyu, wait!" She screeched before following behind the crying pink-haired girl.

Budo stood at the gates of Akademi, shifting nervously under the gym teacher's gaze. "Waiting for someone?" She asked, voice soft as she looked around.

"Yeah..." Budo mumbled, checking his phone again. "She was supposed to be here like five minutes ago." He groaned.
The teacher raised her brows in a teasing manner.

"She? Oh, you have a girlfriend! Young love is so romantic." She clasped her hands together, drawling on about her high school relationship and teenage pregnancy.

Budo sighed animatedly as he tapped his foot against the pavement.

"Senpai!" Y/n screeched, huffing as she ran up to him, in gym clothes, except she decided to swap out the incredulous shorts for black leggings instead, a duffel bag slung on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I was so late, wasn't I?" She cried out, leaning on her knees to catch her breath. Sakyu put up a fight and had managed to draw attention to the gymnasium room, causing Y/n to knock her out with the baseball bat and distract the basketball players.

She sighed, hoping that Sakyu wouldn't wake up before midnight as the tranquillizer wasn't exactly strong...stupid info-chan.

"Y/n, your face is bleeding!" Budo gasped, dropping his bag to cup her face and inspect the 'cut'.

Shit, Sakyu had managed to scrape her with those claws that she calls fingernails.