Tanren Academy is a prestigious school where breaking rules determine what your status is. Above all, one male stands as the ruler of the students. Labeled the Emperor, he is known to be both feared and loved by fellow classmates.
The Emperor has a...
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Silence. Everybody stared at you in an angry silent manner, jaws dropped and eyes widening. It made you question what you did wrong, honestly.
Why were you the one playing the villain role when it was really the bystanders' fault for just watching? You didn't do anything wrong, did you?
As those golden irises continued gaping into your own orbs with a hint of amusement in them, a clear of a throat made you turn your gaze away.
It was the teacher that had broke the awkward situation.
He appeared angry, you noted. Well, he looked beyond angry—maybe even horrified. Heck, if he probably could, the teacher probably would've hit you albeit that bat of his.
With his arms crossed over his chest, the teacher told you, "Go to the headmaster's office. Now."
"But—"
"Now."
You huffed out a growl, shooting a side glare to the person you hated the most right now; Saito Kousuke, the Emperor. He gave you a blank face in return. If he wasn't so handsome and important, you would've had already been charged with murdering a student by now.
Hanging your head up high, you walked through the parting crowd, not really minding the dirty looks you received.
Purposely bumping into Yura, you made sure she got enough egg yolks onto that uniform of hers. The female gasped as you smirked victoriously.
Well, your first day of school was an utterly epic mess. What perfect, peaceful academy life you had planned out was immediately crushed by a simple heroic act that made you the bad guy.
As you strolled over to the headmaster's office, you stopped in front of the magnificent clean wooden door, preparing to knock.
However, before you could even place your knuckles on the material, you heard a voice behind you say, "You should head to the infirmary."
Whirling around, you were faced with the male you claimed to have hated the most. An immediate look of disappointment took over your features, hiding away any form of kindness you had left in you.
"What do you want?" you hissed.
Kousuke blinked, turning his gaze at the injured arm you were holding with the other.
"There's going to be a bruise there," he informed. "You should get it checked out."
"I'm fine, thank you," you sarcastically replied, making sure your tone was evident that you didn't want Kousuke anywhere near you.
"The headmaster isn't here," the said male stuffed his hands into the pockets of his blazer, ignoring your mental request.
Why did he have to look so freakin' hot while doing that? He should know there are limits to how many beats your heart can do.
