A collection of stories about Ayanokoji

Chapter 12

Ayanokouji, passing through the school gate, could not get yesterday's meeting in the cafe out of his head. Last night he went through the memories of the former Kiyotaka for a long time, trying to find at least something that would explain who this girl was. She clearly recognized him, but all attempts to remember at least one moment related to her were unsuccessful.

"Strange," Ayanokouji thought, approaching the school building. He was sure that the girl clearly knew him, but not a single memory of the former Kiyotaka gave hints. Who is she? Why did you run away so abruptly? And most importantly, why didn't the former Kiyotaka remember her?

Ayanokouji's thoughts were interrupted by loud conversations coming from the nearest corridor. He noticed a group of guys, the same ones he beat yesterday, and they seem to be looking for trouble again. This time they were pestering some guy, obviously weaker than them.

Ayanokouji, deciding not to waste words, approached them from behind unnoticed. Assessing the situation, he slightly hit one of the guys on the head. He turned around abruptly, going to get angry at someone, but immediately turned pale when he saw Ayanokouji's face. The others also turned around and immediately froze, as if they had encountered something unpredictable and dangerous.

They recognized him and seemed to remember yesterday's lesson.

"What, do you really need problems again?" Ayanokouji asked calmly, his tone was cold, but without an obvious threat.

The guys shy, not knowing how to react, their self-confidence instantly evaporated.

Ayanokouji noticed that one of the guys was holding a wallet in his hands. Judging by his appearance, he belonged to the same guy they molested. Having quickly assessed the situation, Ayanokouji decided to act immediately.

He took a step forward and stretched out his hand, as if demanding to return the stolen goods. The guy, noticing his movement, froze, but did not dare to resist. Under the weight of Ayanokouji's gaze, he silently handed over his wallet.

"This one is not yours," Ayanokouji said coldly, handing the wallet to its owner.

The guy to whom his property was returned nodded embarrassedly and muttered softly: "Thank you..."

Ayanokouji only nodded briefly in response to gratitude.

"You got what they took from you, and now leave. I need to talk to them."

The guy, once again thanking Ayanokouji, hurried to leave the corridor. Ayanokouji again paid attention to a group of guys who remained standing with frightened faces. Their self-confidence was clearly undermined by recent events, and now they looked less threatening.

Ayanokouji took a step forward and, without raising his voice, calmly said:

"Turn out your pockets and give me your money."

Ayanokouji calmly watched the group, waiting for their reaction. One of the guys, having gathered his spirit, tried to object:

"Hey, we don't have to give you anything..."

But as soon as Ayanokouji raised his hand and clenched his fist, as if making it clear that he was not going to discuss it, the objections immediately stopped. His face was still dispassionate, but it was enough to inspire fear.

The guys silently began to take money out of their wallets, their faces expressed obvious irritation, but no one dared to resist. The money was transferred to Ayanokouji, and the group was waiting in tense expectation.

When they finally finished, Ayanokouji looked at them and, as if nothing had happened, said:

"Now fail. And don't try to contact those who are weaker than you anymore."