𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

𝟎𝟏𝟔

Where the heck did my normal uniform go? It's nowhere to be found in my house. All I have is the white one. I immediately ordered a new one on Nozama when I got home from the convenience store, and it won't come till this afternoon, so I'll have to go to school in the white one.

When I walked into class, the teacher gave me an odd look.

"What are you doing here, Tokito?" She asked, crossing her arms and giving me a stern look.

I glanced around, confused.

"Um... Isn't this my classroom...?" I asked.

"Well, it isn't anymore, though I suppose you wouldn't have known since you weren't here yesterday. You're in Class 2-2 now."

I blinked, not extremely confused. Why am I in Class 2-2? The teacher furrowed her brows.

"Well, what are you just standing there for? Go on!"

I walked out of the classroom and went to the one next door. When I walked in, I expected to see Yui and Mui, and I did see them, but I saw a few other people, too, some of which I really didn't want to see. There was Amao, who I didn't mind, but there was also silver hair, blue hair, the blonde boy in my P.E. class, the drama boy, and the succubus boy.

The teacher, a woman with salmon hair, adjusted her glasses as I walked in. She offered me a smile.

"It's nice of you to join us, Tokito-san," she said, nodding her head to the empty seat between silver hair and blue hair.

I took a deep breath and reluctantly walked over, sitting down. I narrowed my eyes at silver hair, who seemed unbothered. He must have something to do with this. I know he does.

As soon as class ended, I stood and tried to leave, wanting to be out of there as soon as possible. I heard a shout behind me, but I didn't stop. I just kept walking, too annoyed and frustrated. A hand grabbed my shoulder, and I turned around to look at the person, my eyes narrowed. It was the boy from my P.E. class. He had a big smile on his face.

"Where ya goin', Tokito-chan?" He asked.

"Somewhere that's hopefully far away from you," I spat, turning back around.

"Hey, hey, why're you so angry? You can tell me! We're friends, aren't we?"

"No! No, we aren't friends? What gave you that idea?!"

"Hm? So you like me? Like, romantically? Oh, me-"

"No, she couldn't possibly have feelings for you, Aso," said another voice.

It was the drama boy. I rolled my eyes at the mere sight of him.

"She's going to be my Juliet, of course."

"Your Juliet? Judging from her uniform, she's in the Student Council," blonde hair said.

Drama boy's eye twitched.

"Exactly. Meaning that neither of you can have a chance with her," silver hair said, walking to my side.

And just like that, more and more people started showing up. First Amao, and then Osano and Ayato and then succubus boy.

"This is exactly what I was talking about!" Succubus boy said, "You're all falling under her spell! She's a succubus, I tell you!"

"Were you given enough love as a child?" Osano rhetorically asked, wrinkling his nose.

They kept arguing... A vein popped from my forehead as I started to get extremely irritated.

"Can you all just shut up?!" I yelled, "Honestly, do this somewhere else! Preferably a place that I'm not anywhere near!"

I pushed past them and stormed down the hallway.

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Ayato leaned against the cherry blossom tree, looking between the eight boys.

"Okay, so it's obvious we all like
Y/N-chan," he said, pushing himself off of the tree, "But, as we all know, she can only choose one."

"And it's not going to be any of you," Megamo said.

"Oh shut up, you prissy daddy's boy!" Osano shouted.

"You both need to shut up!" Osanō said.

"I don't like that... that succubus! She-!" Oko began.

"You're having wet dreams about her. Accept it and move on," Amao said, his tone of voice uncharacteristically blunt.

"What were you getting at, Ayato-kun?" Hanakō asked.

"Well... We can either do this the violent way, or the non-violent way," Ayato said.

"So... You're saying that we can either choose to hurt each other to get to Y/N-chan, or we can be good sports about it," Aso summarized.

"Exactly."

Osorō grinned.

"Well, I sure as hell ain't bein' all nice," he said.

"Neither am I. You should all count your days," Ayato said, "The next few will get bloody."

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A/N: I just wanted to say something!! Osorō is in Class 2-2, but since he's a delinquent, he doesn't go, like, at all. This'll (maybe) be important!

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