"Welcome to Shujin Academy... Where every student dies here."
*This story is 18+ warnings lie ahead*
↳high school au
/ˈmenəs/
(noun)
1. a person or thing that is likely to cause harm; a threat or danger.
What would you do if you lost both of your m...
If you know the enemy and know yourself you need not fear the results of a hundred battles.
- Sun Tzu
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The taste of coffee would've been great for Chan as he struggled to stay awake. Running his left hand through his hair, he stood on the wall next to a group of 15 students he counted. All of them were new students just like him. He soon noticed what the girls wore for their uniform. Same black coat and a white button-up shirt with a black and red striped tie, crimson red asymmetrical plaid skirt, black thigh high socks, and closed shoes of their choice (sneakers, flats, heels, etc.).
A tall woman with shoulder-length, wavy light brown hair guided the students in the same classroom Chan took his test at.
"Hello everyone! My name is Mrs. Jung and I teach in the science department. In my hands, I have your schedules so when I call your name please get them, check if your basic information is correct, and return to your seat for further instructions." Mrs. Jung explained to the group of students.
Chan was the fourth person to receive his schedule. Everything was correct and his classes he was enrolled in really surprised him. Besides taking the basic academic classes like Chemistry 101 with Mrs. Jung, Algebra II, and Romanticism in Art, Chan was also taking classes like the psychology of the killer mind, Poison 101, self-defense and combat, and Apprehension of the Deadly Arts.
So this is what Felix was talking about...
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"You'll be embarking on a tour led by your vice president of the student council, Miss Alana Lee." Mrs. Jung announced. The group of new students applauded as four people approached the group. Chan stepped to the right to get a good look of the vice president. His heartbeat was racing when his eyes landed on her.
Alana brushed her long, silky straight, raven black hair over her shoulder. Her skin was the color of light latte, had beautiful, deer like dark brown eyes, plump coral pink lips, and long legs that girls could die for. Chan was captivated by her beauty. She wasn't Korean, but Chan knew she was a foreigner. One of the prettiest he's ever seen.
"Yah, that Alana girl is so hot." Chan heard two guys discuss next to him.
"If she's single, she's gonna be mine. Count on it." The other guy smirked, nudging his friend.
"Good morning, everyone! Hope you guys have eaten and slept well. We'll be taking a quick tour of the entire school. If you speak in mostly Japanese, French, English, or Chinese, my friends will help translate for you guys. Just let us know." Alana explained perfectly in Korean. She took a good look at the group of new students. "Follow me, guys."
