"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...
Luck is a very thin wire between survival and disaster, and not many people can keep their balance on it. - Hunter S. Thompson
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A tall male student walked around the first floor of Shujin Academy with stacks of flyers in a brown box. It was before classes have begun for this Wednesday morning. He passed half of the flyers to his fellow students as they covered the rest of the school campus. The male student continued with his own stack of papers in his hands. He began placing them on lockers, bulletin boards, and poles around the building.
Down to the last of his flyers, he finally placed the last one on a locker. The flyer that's been going around read:
The 40th Annual Tournament is approaching FAST!!!
If interested in this year's competition, please sign up at the administration office or the gym. You may choose more than one category but cannot compete in all four.
Admissions must be submitted by August 31st! The tournament will begin after Chuseok!
Mentors are recommended and welcomed. The grand prize will be announced the week before the tournament.
Good luck to all participants.
*There will be nurses on standby in case of a serious injury taking place at the tournament
Alana grabbed the flyer from her locker and took a quick look at the flyer. She folded it up into squares and placed it inside her coat. The time was near and she had to prepare to be the moderator of the competition. Alana pulled out her phone and texted Chan.
Meet me @ my dorm room. I'll give you the location & rm number.
Chan met with Junhyuk in the training room as usual during lunch. He made sure no one was following him. Chan nodded off to the guard at the door. The guard wore a black hooded robe, holding an enormous spear in his right hand. The hood covered his eyes. He did the same for Chan.
The guard allowed Chan to enter inside as Chan pushes the heavy door open. Junhyuk stood in his usual all-black suit, his hands were held behind his back. The sound of the door closing echoed as Chan walked closer to Junhyuk. Chan quietly bowed at Junhyuk.
"This is our final meeting," Junhyuk began, "I've taught and trained everything you should know and improve on."
He began pacing around Chan. "You've grown stronger, your reflexes are quicker, and your build..." Junhyuk paused to feel Chan's firm arm and back muscles. He smirked proudly like a lion. "It's a work of art."
