"Class dismissed." Mr Quinlan, a rather unimpressive man and teacher, said with a bored look on his face and all the residents of the class left.
As I walked through the school, I couldn't help but think of yesterday.
There was a time in every young man's mind where they say, 'I fucked up'. I said that yesterday when I saw a rather angry man with a shotgun who just happened to be the father of the girl I was fucking... and the husband of the woman I was fucking as well.
So yeah, I had quite literally fucked up and believe that I don't need to explain how my meeting with the man went. But just for those who are a bit... slower than the others, it started and ended with a bang.
After that, I met some guy in a suit with a phantom of opera mask on his face. I was quite surprised since, you know, I was just shot and therefore supposed to be dead.
The man in suit introduced himself as the Recruiter and told me that he was a part of a multiversal company called Waifu Catalog and told me that due to me making so many sheets on their website, I would become a client with one of those sheets as my choice. At random.
That's when I had started to be very afraid cause I had made many, and I mean many, sheets and many of them were either made as a joke or had me as a woman. I might like women but I didn't want really want to part with my boys!
Fortunately, I had ended up with one of my more competent sheets. Not so fortunately, the world of choice was Worm. A media I knew very little outside of fanfics.
And now here I was, now named Yamazaki Tatsuo, in a school that was filled with delinquents, gangster wannabes and racist shits; with the power of one of the most awesome old men in the whole anime universes and four waifus waiting me back home.
But at the moment, home wasn't my destination. No, instead it was the lockers where I knew a trio were bullying the girl who was the main character of this universe.
The case of Taylor Hebert was… complicated for me. I did not hate the girl like many in my world did, but also knew that her actions had earned her the nickname of Queen of Escalation for a reason. Not to mention her future as Khepri… she could not be left alone but I would try to offer her a carrot rather than the stick.
I was somewhat late to the bullying session though, as the only one in my sight was the mousy form of one Taylor Hebert picking up books and other sheets from the ground with a scowl on her face.
Whelp, talk time.
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Some days, more often than not, Taylor fucking hated Winslow.
She hated the food they served at the cafeteria, she hated the studies, she hated the gangster wannabe students and she hated the fucking useless teachers who never did anything against bullying! Honestly, what was the point of them if they were just going to look the other way whenever there was a situation where the help of a teacher would have been appreciated?!
But in the end, she understood what they were thinking. Dealing with trio was simply too much of a risk for themselves since Emma's, traitor, father was a well known lawyer. Risking one's career for a child from Winslow, no way anyone would do that. She understood, even if she hated it as she gathered her scattered papers. At least they hadn't gone any further than that today.
"Rough day I'm guessing." A voice roused her from her thoughts and she saw the new transfer student, Yama something.
"I... guess?" This was new, nobody tried to get anywhere near her unless they were trying to bully her even further, to make her miserable. Yet the young asian seemed to have no interest in that, instead he just helped her gather her papers and gave them to her. She guessed it was because he was new, he would be like the others after they make trouble for him for helping her, no matter how small the help was.
"You seem to be really hated." He said and she couldn't help but scowl. What irritated her was less what he had said and more how nonchalant he was about it.
"Guess so." She gritted out, trying to not snap. He didn't seem to be a bad guy, likely just blunt. Nothing wrong with that, at least that was what she was saying inside her head to calm herself down.
"Wanna do something about it?" His question stopped her cold. Did she want to do something about it? This bastard...
"What does it matter to you?" She asked with gritted teeth, tying to keep her voice low.
"Not much. But if you do want a solution to your problems, come with me tomorrow after school." The asian student said with a shrug and much to her own shock, Taylor started to think about it.
"How can I trust you?"
"You can't." The blunt delivery of the answer shocked her. "For all you know this could be some sort of ploy to make you suffer, much like those three seems fond to do. All you can know is, if you don't give me a chance, things will likely just stay the same for you." The asian student said with a steely gaze and left her with her thoughts.
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Hopefully, she comes tomorrow. It wouldn't change my plans much but I would like it better if I can have her on my side rather than on any other side.
"Busy day at school?" A voice took me out of my thoughts as I turned my head around to meet a girl with one of the biggest pair of breasts looking at me with a smile, her black hair in a ponytail long enough to reach her legs.
Behind her was another girl with bluish hair and a sense of mischief around her tinkering with a piece of tech that was far too advanced for me to understand. Another pair of girls were sitting beside her, eating ice cream; one of them with vermilion colored hair and another with hair that was both pink and brown.
"You could say that." I said with a smile as I relaxed on the couch while she put her hands on my chest.
"So, what's the plan?" The girl with blue hair asked from across the room, not even looking up from her little project.
"I will be talking with Taylor, making a recruitment pitch." I said with a shrug, all of them knew what would happen if the recruitment didn't work in a conventional way.
"After that, we'll be taking over Azn Bad Boys."