▪︎Introduction▪︎

Y/N He is half japanese and half american. Lives with his parents. Father is abusive and possessive Likes to play video games as well as Basketball. Plays instruments and draws well. Doesn't talk much with people he isn't interested in. And Doesn't like to fight. Like at all.

That's it for the Introduction

I'll be referring the manga a lot

So, don't blame me if you get any spoilers in the future

Though I'm sure everyone has read the manga already

I mean... Who can wait till the anime releases the whole episodes

I sure can't

I'm just trying to fill the words here. You don't have to really read it.

😅😅

Anyway, if someone did read this story, please tell me if it is boring or if it has grammatical issues

English isn't my first language, you know

But I would say, I'm much better at english than my own mother tongue

See you on the next chapter 👋

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▪︎01▪︎

•Y/N's POV•

I was trawling through the streets, drowning in my own thoughts, headphones blasting a dissonant melody that matched my mood. The world outside was a blur, that is, of course until the piercing shouts managed to slice through the din, grating against my eardrums like nails on a chalkboard. I winced, eyes narrowing and yanked off the headphones.

My gaze swung towards the commotion, fueled by a growing irritation. Who the hell was making such a racket? I was already having a crappy day and they were doing their best to make it worse. That's when I saw them_ a cluster of morons, fists flying, adrenaline pumping and chaos reigning supreme. These delinquents think they ruled the streets. Really, a bunch of idiots.

But then, amidst the flurry of punches and snarls, I spotted him _the one getting gassed, taking hits like a pro, but clearly on the back foot. Then I recognized who it was.

It was Hanagaki Takemicchi, a guy who was practically a stranger. We're classmates and that's all. But, I know his girlfriend_Hinata Tachibana. She was a kind soul, always with a warm smile and a gentle demeanour, who'd occasionally strike up conversations with me. She isn't a friend to me, but she does talk a lot. And somehow, it never annoyed me.

Maybe it's because I never listened

With my mind still reeling from the chaos, I didn't catch the arrival of the new duo until it was too late. One was a tall and imposing guy, with a dragon tattoo coiled around his skull. The other one, a short, funny looking guy, but there was something about him that commanded attention. The delinquents soon bowed their head and parting like red see to make way for them. Everyone, that is, except Takemicchi and his friends, who looked like they'd stumbled into a nightmare. Their eyes widened in shock. The shorty said something to Takemicchi and kicked the guy who'd beaten up Takemicchi.

My disdain for pointless aggression flared up, and I pegged the shorty as just another self-important tough guy, thinking his actions were some kinda power play.

I shrugged and turned on my heel then, walking away from the drama. No need to get sucked into someone else's mess, especially not with your aversion to conflict. I had my own problems to deal with and Takemicchi's problems aren't mine. As I distanced myself from the scene, the sounds of the crowd faded, and my thoughts drifted back to my own life and my own problems.

...

A while later, I pushed open the heavy front door of my house, a structure that could be described as imposing, with its tall ceilings and sprawling layout, a testament to my family's standing. The moment I stepped inside, the familiar scent of wood polish and fresh laundry enveloped me, but it was quickly overridden by the sound of my father's voice, resonating from the living room like a call to attention.

My father soon noticed the eye roll and his hand connected my cheek in a hard slap, the sound echoing through the sudden silence.

My father's expression remained stern and unyielding

The dismissal was clear. I turned on my heels and head upstairs towards my room.

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*THE NEXT DAY*

I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring in my ear, and groggily got out of bed, starting my daily routine like a well-oiled machine. I stumbled to the bathroom, splashed some water on my face, and got ready for another day at school. The morning light was harsh, but the caffeine from my breakfast helped kick-start my brain. It was pretty chill at home, considering both my parents had already left for work, so I had the place to myself. I ate some toast and eggs, enjoying the peace and quiet – no nagging, no arguments, just the sound of my music and my thoughts.

After eating, I slung my bag over my shoulder, grabbed my stuff, and headed out the door. The walk to school was its usual grind, headphones blasting my go-to playlist as I trudged along the sidewalk, trying to wake myself up. As I walked, my mind started wandering – what was the deal with Takemicchi yesterday? You shook your head, focusing on the music instead. The beat was just right, helping you zone out. As I approached the school gates, the crowds picked up, and I slipped into the throng of students, ready to blend in and face another day.

The day flew by in a blur, with me catching some Zs in most of my classes. Nothing new there, same old routine.

But during the break, Hinata spotted me and bounced over, launching into some story or another. I zoned out, nodding along, but my mind was elsewhere – I knew she was used to it by now. Hinata didn't seem to mind, just kept talking like she was talking to herself, and I was just background noise.

But then, out of nowhere, she turned, zeroed in on something, and took off. I followed her gaze to a cluster of people, and before I could process what was happening, she marched up to some guy and slapped him.

Hard

My jaw dropped, mouth hanging open in surprise. "What the...?" I thought. Hinata, the kind, cheerful Hinata, just slapped someone? My brain scrambled to catch up – who was that guy, and what did he do to deserve that? The crowd around them started buzzing, and I was right there with 'em, wondering what the heck just happened.

My gaze locked onto the guy Hinata slapped – the shorty from yesterday's drama. The tall guy with the tattoo was hovering nearby, and I wondered what their deal was. Not from this school, definitely stood out like sore thumbs. What were they doing here?

My eyes swung to Takemicchi, who was also there, and he looked just as shocked as I was. His expression was a mix of shock and oh-crap. They were here for him.

Probably

But the shorty didn't react or hurt Hinata back. He just smiled. So, I shrugged it off, ready to bail, but then caught the shorty staring straight at me. My brows furrowed slightly – what was his deal? I locked eyes with him, my expression flat, not giving him anything. No flicker of recognition, no smile, nothing. Just a steady, neutral gaze. He held it for a beat, then something flickered in his eyes, and he looked away.

As I walked away, I could almost feel his eyes still on me. But I didn't turn back. No need to give him the satisfaction. You slipped into the crowd, the familiar chaos of the school swallowing me whole.

Time to put this weirdness behind and focus on, well, whatever was next.

Classes, maybe

*sighs*

~TBC~

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