𝑨𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑼𝑺 𝑴𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑰𝑨 •𝒃𝒙𝒃•

sunset lover

AN: This is how I imagined Arashi to look like. (The artist is foomidori and if they ask me to take the picture down, I will) 

Word of his fighting got out, and he was, of course, called to the principal's office on the very same day. It would be a lie to say that he was surprised about that, he actually waited for something like that to happen. It was bound to happen, sooner or later.

The class was silent when the teacher announced the principal's call, and Arashi grabbed his bag as he got up from his seat. It was unlikely that he would be going back to class that day. Being suspended was the most likely outcome, "Was fighting needed?" His homeroom teacher questioned as Arashi passed her by.

"If I say I'm not the one who started it, would you believe me?" He momentarily stopped and peered up at her. Her glasses lightly slid down her nose and she raised her hand to push them back up, but there was no indication that she would answer his question, "Why do I bother?" He passed her by and slid the door shut behind himself.

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He knocked on the principal's office door and went in only when he received an answer. The man was leaned in his chair, a cigar smoking between his fingers, "I heard you got in a fight," he began, traces of smoke leaving his lips as he spoke, "I just need to hear your side of the story, take a seat." He gestured at the chair on the other side of the desk.

There was a name plate atop the desk that read 'Sato Toshi'

Arashi pulled his bag off and settled it on the side of the chair, before he plopped down into it, "My side? That's a first."

An sigh left the man in front of him, "Must we go over this again? You're not here to get punished, or expelled," he placed the cigar into the ashtray, putting it out, "How long has it been since you've come to this school?"

Why was he asking that? What reason could he possibly have? "Almost three years."

"In all those three years, you've gotten into quite a few fights. In those fights, you're the one who ended up with the least amount of injuries," he spoke, "I just want to know why most of the boys you fought ended up hospitalised. If you were injured so little, why did you injure them so much? Is that kind of violence needed?"

That was an odd set of questions, "Isn't it obvious? If I don't hurt them enough, they will come back over and over again. I don't like fighting, you know? It's tiring, truly. Most of the students in this school are spoiled down to the core, and they won't understand unless you beat it into them." He finished, satisfied with his answer.

"I understand your reasoning, but why did you never go to a teacher and report them? The more you fight, the more trouble you get yourself into." Toshi continued with the peace talk because he didn't truly understand.

Sighing, Arashi briefly closed his eyes, "The teachers are rotten. I went once, the first time it happened, and they brushed me away, saying how it was nothing more than playing. 'It's their way of showing affection,' one of them said. So, I decided they were unreliable and I never went to them again."

"Why didn't you come to me, then? If the teachers were unreliable, why didn't you seek my help?"

Blinking, Arashi tilted his head, "Are you serious? If the teachers were so rotten, how much better could the principal be? Either he was too dense to notice anything, or as rotten as them if he allowed such a thing."

Toshi nodded, leaning away, "I understand, I truly do..." There was a moment of silence, before he continued, "What was the cause of the fight this time?"