One Punk Man

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[A/N: I want to talk about the title. Yes it is a reference to One Punch man (thanks to my best friend XD) I am such a lousy person when I have to choose a title for a story. And so my best friend said (as a joke of course) call it "One punk man" ~ | English is not my first language, so sorry if there are any mistakes. I used the name 'Emily' for female America :3 and I used Luxembourg as setting .]

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For every pupil of the European School Luxembourg, the beginning of the school year was exciting. Some were joyful, expecting to tell their friends how they spent their summer. Others were exhausted before the new term had even begun. For Sakura, it was a nervous adventure. During the summer, she moved to Luxembourg due to her father's new job. Besides the fact that she was not familiar with the country's culture, Sakura felt completely lost in the new environment and school. In Japan, she had friends who understood her timid side. In this school, that would be a different story.

Sakura was one of the first to enter the building. She wanted to avoid big crowds and find her classroom as quickly as possible. Before she would enter any room, she would ask in the school office to receive a locker. To be organised was the main key for starting the new school year, especially if one were not familiar with the school's building.

Half an hour after she had gotten the key for a locker, other students filled the halls. The eighteen-year-old Japanese felt a little overwhelmed with all the pupils. Some were already staring at her, suspecting that Sakura was a new school student. She diverted her attention to her locker, which refused to open. "Oh," the Japanese muttered. The female did not notice that someone approached her. "Bonjour mademoiselle, do you need help?"

Sakura reacted with a startled expression, not expecting anyone to talk her.

"Er, y-yes. That would be very kind of you," she thanked him. He grinned at her; his smiling had the power to charm every single woman in the room.

This scene was being observed by two other persons on the other side of the hall. "Emily, do you see the bloody git there... It seems that he is once again flirting. Stupid frog," the blonde punk hissed, addressing his sister. She nodded, watching Francis new 'target' from behind, "poor girl." Both half-siblings were an odd pair, while Emily was a popular cheerleader, her brother Arthur was a rebel punk. The former one was admired by most students of the school, particularly males. This upset Arthur extremely; he was very protective of his half-sister. Francis, who liked to provoke the Brit, flirted constantly with Emily. Now another girl was a victim of his charming words.

Arthur was not someone who would care about anybody, but seeing his rival's face was enough to make him angry. "He will never change," Arthur complained quietly. He did not see how Emily watched Francis with the stranger girl; but as the Frenchman winked at Emily, Arthur saw red. Within seconds, the Brit had the French by the shoulders, pushing him against the lockers.

Francis was colliding with the metallic cabinet, which was loud enough for the surrounding students to hear. Sakura was completely shocked as the poor French was attacked by the angry blonde man. The only emotion she could detect in the attacker's eyes was pure rage. She did not know what motivated this furious man to take those violent steps, but she knew that she would avoid him at any costs.

"Damn frog. I saw that," he fumed, ignoring Sakura.

"I-I did nothing t-"

"Oh shut up Frenchie."

It was silent after Arthur's loud exclamation. Francis eyes slowly met Sakura's ones. "Don't you see how much you frightened this new mademoiselle?" the French asked. Arthur froze, not realising that she was indeed next to them. He turned his head, looking how unsettled the girl locked. She stared at him with a shocking face, which in his eyes expressed fear and utter shock. He was embarrassed; he had frightened her and it did not help that he thought that she was cute.

"I-I... P-please excuse m-me," the girl stuttered softly, with blushing cheeks. She stared at Arthur, before she took a heavy breath and left the scene.

Arthur could not help himself but to redden too; due to his shame and her adorableness. He knew that he had messed up before he had even a chance to talk to her. Apologising would be the first thing Arthur would do when he would see her. It seemed that he was someone who did think less of his reputation. Although his sisters, he cared dearly for, understood his personality. He was afraid of rejection and therefore let no one grow close to him. He knew Marguerite and Emily did not approve such behaviour in front of a girl. Unfortunately, Sakura had already fled from the scenery, leaving a confused Brit and a smirking Frenchman behind.

'Oh God,' Sakura thought, 'everyone was watching me'. With a bowed head, she made her way towards the first class. She hoped to be left alone and would meet nice people, 'not such ones angry who would attack somebody out of nowhere'. It was clear to her that she would not strike a conversation with any troublemaker, only if she had to. After all, she was taught the rules of politeness.