Killua in a shoujo manga!? [Hiatus]

Adapting

The silver haired teen, now couldn't stop observing his surroundings and comparing them with what he know for a fact is his old school. From what he could see, the outside of the school is like the garden at his parent's mansion that is tended by a first class gardener whose allowance is more than an average office worker.

The inside of the school also changed the shoe lockers are tidier, the previously grey and dirty walls are pristine and he swore he saw them twinkle once in a while and furthermore, the students looks bland!

Their faces are the so so, and uniforms? The silver haired boy took a look at his own uniform and compares them with his classmates.

His eyebrow twitched, did he just see his uniform twinkle? What? How? And he swore his uniform is brighter than the girl that just walked pass.

He stick out like a sore thumb. He is no different than a disco ball at this rate.

Thankfully the bell rung, the sooner class starts the sooner he leaves. He hoped that there is some ignorant bastard that is dumb enough to challenge him again. It would be a stress relief since today have drained him.

The teacher walked in, Killua looks at her suspiciously. He felt as though he had seen her before but why doesn't her face fit anywhere. Maybe if he add a more muscular layer to her face? Probably not, there is no way a girl could be a macho man.

The class does their usual greeting. Except for Killua of course, duh. The only reason he is at school is to disobey rules and etiquette.

"Hold up class, it seems there is one of our classmates that accidentally glued themselves onto the chair. Won't someone help him?" The teacher stated.

The silver haired boy pay no mind and looked at the wall. The wall is more interesting than this whole ordeal, why couldn't all the people in the room be walls? Nevermind, seeing a moving and walking wall everyday would be horrendous. Would the concept of changing clothes apply as changing the color of the paint or would wallpaper be more of a clothes?

"Boy, I'm talking about you" there is chill in the room. No one dared to say anything seeing their usually smiley teacher squint her eyes.

Killua drifted off to his thoughts on walls. Quite absurd but then again, absurd things are the most interesting thoughts.

"That's it! Out of the class for you!" The blonde teacher exclaimed, her voice booming.

Because of the loud sound Killua came back to reality. He was confused since he didn't hear any of it, you can't blame him, no one listens in class anyway. Looking around he said, "What?"

The entire class signaling him with their eyes, he looks to the front and saw their teacher flaming in rage. Literally flaming in rage, like there is FIRE burning in the background!

First school turns into a disney castle, even disney is better than this hell. Second, he stood out like a disco ball, how are his classmates still not blind? now there is fire burning behind the weirdly familiar teacher but it doesn't seem to spread. What's next? He's going to get catapulted out of class?

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Killua stood on the hallway. It seems he was catapulted out of class. He saw the dent, wait no, destruction in front of him. There was his figure, stamped on the wall. Surprisingly he's not dead.

He wonders how could a frail and short teacher be that strong, if it were someone like his teacher in the "normal" hunter high then yes, your ass will be handed to you. The man was buff to the end of his toes, sadly he looks like the hulk trying a barbie dress with twin tails. How was he even appointed there? Oh right, the previous hunter high was a bin for trash students.