Chapter I
Tall. Handsome. Blond. Ex-drug user. Was in rehab for a year. Aloof and cold to everyone. Snarky and a smart-ass.
All those descriptions were the reasons why Tsukishima Kei became popular in his school in an instant.
Instead of being afraid of him, girls thought of him like some ex-badboy who’s trying to change his life for the better.
And they all wanted to be the girl that will change him, like those cliches from shoujo mangas.
And the boys.. Some of them were pissed at him because they feel like he’s trying to be arrogant and almighty. While some of them worship him because he’s cool and handsome and whatever.
Tsukishima Kei doesn’t give a fuck.
They’re all pathetic.
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It was one quiet afternoon when Tsukishima first met him.
He was in the rooftop as usual, his headphones hung around his neck because for the first time in his life, he wanted to feel and hear the quiet hum of the afternoon breeze and let it lull his soul.
The unusual tranquility was nice, he realized, and was enjoying it when it was disturbed by a whimper and a collection of mocking grunts.
He sat up and look below him (he was on top of the roof of the door to the rooftop) to see a mop of greenish black hair with a cowlick on top and three tall boys a threatening form around him.
Bullies, he thought.
He was going to just ignore them but hell, they were loud.
And it’s pissing him off.
They disturbed his quiet moment with himself and now he’s not in the mood anymore.
He climbed down the ladder and walked to them since they were all in front of the door to the rooftop. When he was standing two feet away from them already, the cowering -- freckled -- boy saw him and froze. His eyes weren’t brimming with tears but his hazel orbs were obviously looking at Tsukishima with fear.
When his bullies realized that the boy’s attention wasn’t on them, they looked back on their shoulders and gasped, their eyes wide.
“T-tsukishima-san!”
They stuttered collectively and the one who was fisting the small boy’s collar suddenly let him go which made the boy fall on his butt, his knees practically ceased working.
And now that he can see the other three boy’s faces, he recognized them. They’re one of those punk wannabes in his class. Not that he’s paying them attention. He tries to ignore them which is kind of hard by the way since they always seem to make a scene whenever they are around.
And this time, Tsukishima Kei is really pissed.
He looked at them, eyes sharp behind his glasses. The side of his mouth lifted condescendingly.
“Pathetic.”
That’s all he said, a perfect definition of those dumb excuses of a human being. They’re just a waste of space in this planet, much more a waste of time and his breath.
