𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

𝟎𝟏𝟓

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What the heck?

I looked in my wardrobe, but I didn't see my usual blue uniform. In its place was a white and red uniform. It was kinda like the ones of the Student Council. Beside it was a can of pepper spray. I furrowed my brows and picked it up. Don't the Student Council have pepper spray? Who put all of this in here?

With no other uniform to wear, I wore the white one and took the pepper spray with me. As soon as I made it to school, I went straight to the Student Council club room. I barged in and saw that the other members were already there. My gaze fell on silver hair, and my eyes narrowed. He must have something to do with it. He simply smiled, looking me up and down.

"I see you've found your new uniform," he said, standing from his seat, "I did tell you-"

I slapped him in the face, shutting him up. I grabbed him by his collar so that our faces were close.

"How did you get into my house?!" I demanded.

I hand grabbed my wrist and pushed me away from silver hair. It was blue hair, and he didn't look happy, but I wasn't happy, either.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?!" He yelled, giving me a shove.

"Ryugoku!" Black hair said, adjusting his glasses.

"No! I want to know who this fucking airhead thinks she is!"

"Bite me," I said, shoving him back.

"Now, now, let's not resort to violence," scarlet hair started, "I'm sure there's a perfectly civil way to-"

Without letting him finish, I punched blue hair in the nose, causing him to stumble back. I heard a small chuckle come from white hair, but I paid no mind to him.

"Fuck this club, and fuck you, too!" I said, storming out of the room.

I felt no obligation to stay for the rest of the day. So I walked right back through the front doors, but I was stopped by a familiar blonde boy.

"Is that you, new girl?" He asked, stopping in front of me with his hands in his pockets.

I remember him. He's the boy who got my brothers and I suspended. I narrowed my eyes at him and brushed him away.

"Leave me alone," I huffed.

An arm wrapped around my shoulder, and he pulled me close to him.

"C'mon, don't be like that! I just wanna talk to ya," he said, patting my arm.

"Get away from me before I do something that I'll regret."

He simply laughed and patted me again.

"Oh, I'm gonna have so much fun with you!"

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"What are you doing?"

The boy who I now knew as Osorō and I have been loitering around in the park for the past few hours, doing nothing in particular. I actually kinda liked him. He's fun to be around.

It had just started flurrying really hard, and he was taking off his jacket. He draped it over my head, his face a bit flushed.

"I don't want you to get sick," he mumbled, so quiet that I almost couldn't hear him.

He took me over to a convenience store where we would be sheltered from the snow. I tilted my head as I looked up at him.

"You're a nice guy," I said, offering him a small smile.

His face turned a deeper shade of crimson, and he turned his face from me so I couldn't see him.

"Nah, I'm not. I'm the big, bad delinquent, remember?"

"On the outside, yeah. But on the inside, I think you're just a big, fluffy teddy bear."

I gave him back his jacket and went inside. As I did, I felt his gaze on me. But it was different than how it felt before. Now, it felt like his eyes were burning into me.

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