"Haruto, haven't you come to apologize to Shochiku-kun yet?"
(Note: the name of his friend, that he fight with)
Kirisu Mafuyu scolded, her expression calm but carrying an undeniable edge.
After being called over by their teacher, Oga Haruto and Shochiku were pulled slightly apart by the others.
Shochiku's condition was pitiful—bruised all over, his face a mix of blue and purple, a broken bridge of his nose, and a forehead that bore the imprint of a book.
Meanwhile, Haruto was almost unscathed, save for a bit of dust on his uniform.
"Kirisu-sensei… he hit me first," Haruto said hoarsely, suppressing his rising fury.
"But you were too violent!" Mafuyu's voice grew sharper, then softened slightly. "Apologize, cover his medical expenses, and forget about this matter. I'll make sure this doesn't escalate further."
If the school's leadership heard of this fight, both students might face expulsion. Sobu High School was strict—fighting among students, especially when someone was seriously injured, was strictly forbidden.
But if both sides reconciled, Mafuyu could intervene and prevent the situation from escalating further.
Haruto clenched his fists, taking a deep breath.
He returned to his usual confident posture and walked toward Shochiku, bowing slightly with a serious, apologetic look.
"I'm sorry, Shochiku.... I'll help you get to the infirmary and cover your medical expenses."
He extended his right hand, the universal gesture of reconciliation.
But…
Snap!
Shochiku slapped the hand away and glare Haruto.
"No need. I don't expect the ace of the baseball club to help me to the infirmary or pay for my bills. Why even bother trying to make amends?"
"Shochiku!" Mafuyu's voice rose in sharp reprimand.
Shochiku just smiled faintly, as if dismissing her authority, and began limping toward the infirmary.
Haruto, standing with his hand still outstretched, felt his face flush in embarrassment and frustration. His fury surged anew. Kill him, kill him, kill him! ran through his mind like a looping chant.
Just as he stepped forward, intent on making Shochiku feel his wrath, a massive white hand shot out from the side.
Bang!
Haruto was seized by the back of his collar and hurled forward like a ragdoll.
He crashed into a pile of desks and chairs, sending a loud clatter echoing through the classroom. The impact jolted him upright; he stared at his hands in shock.
What… what just happened?
"Kirisu-sensei, your student is very unbehaved," Gojo Goku said, casually wiping his left hand with a handkerchief after restraining Haruto. His pale blue eyes glimmered, showing no strain from the force he had just exerted.
"Phew… thank you, Gojo-sensei," Mafuyu breathed, a bead of cold sweat sliding down her temple. If Haruto had fought again, given Shochiku's condition, she feared he might have ended up in the ICU.
....
Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!
The sound of hurried high heels echoed in the hallway.
"Kirisu, what is going on in this classroom? It's been ringing all day, and it's disturbing my lecture!"
Hiratsuka Shizune appeared, her usual scowl in place.
However, she froze mid-step as her eyes fell on Gojo, who was casually smiling at her from the doorway.
Walking between Gojo and Mafuyu, she narrowed her brow.
"What's happening here?"
"Fight," Gojo replied nonchalantly, his hands casually in his pockets.
"A fight?" Shizune's gaze swept toward Mafuyu for confirmation.
Mafuyu nodded, her expression bitter. "Hiratsuka-sensei, it was Haruto and Shochiku…and it escalated very quickly."
Outside the corridor,
A familiar blond figure approached carefully - Hayato Hayama, the striking second-year student from Sobu High, called out softly to his homeroom teacher.
Several students trailed behind him: Sho Tobe, Yumiko Miura, Ebina Hina, and Yui Yuigahama.
"Didn't I tell you not to come here?" Shizuka's voice carried mild annoyance.
"Hiratsuka-sensei, it's just that Hayato was worried… he wanted to see for himself," Yumiko explained, stepping forward.
Her pale green eyes flicked subtly toward Gojo, whose self-assured smile radiated confidence. Gojo often claimed to be the most handsome man in the world, and his presence clearly did not go unnoticed.
"Hey, you guys…" Shizune groaned inwardly. She had a headache forming.
Her students—no matter how gentle or well-mannered they were normally—had the uncanny ability to complicate everything.
"Hiratsuka-sensei, is that… Haruto?" Hayato pointed toward the pile of overturned desks and chairs where Haruto lay sprawled.
He knew him—at least by reputation.
A fellow sports club ace, with a bright, hot-blooded personality that reminded one of a shonen protagonist.
Today, though… he had clearly fallen flat on his pride.
Shizuka ignored him, focusing on Mafuyu. "This seems serious. How do you intend to handle it?"
Mafuyu waved tiredly. "We'll send him to the academic office first. It's the safest approach."
Shizuka nodded, ready to step in and guide Haruto to the office.
But before she could move, Gojo pressed a hand gently on her shoulder, murmuring, "Don't go yet, Shizuka-sensei."
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, interest twinkling in his pale blue eyes.
The subtle shift in the air did not escape Shizuka.
The faint, oppressive aura surrounding Haruto was rising again.
Gojo's senses—trained in detecting spiritual energy—alerted him to the awakening presence of something dark within the young baseball ace.
The demon possessing this kid seems to be awakening… and the smell is… pungent, he thought.
.....
Inside the classroom,
Haruto groaned as he sat up slightly, his head spinning.
He could feel Gojo's piercing gaze and the strange pressure pressing down on him. Every instinct screamed at him to lash out again, yet Gojo's calm glance restrained him.
Shochiku, now leaning against a desk, still wore a crooked grin, bloodied but stubborn.
Even with the discomfort, he seemed oddly proud to have survived the fight, though his pride wouldn't stop him from trying to avoid another confrontation.
Mafuyu took a deep breath, straightening.
"Haruto, Shochiku, this ends here. No more fighting. If either of you escalates this again, it will be a matter for the disciplinary committee, and you will face serious consequences."
Haruto clenched his fists, but he understood.
And the weight of Gojo's presence made it impossible to argue.
Gojo, meanwhile, leaned against the doorway, one eyebrow slightly raised, observing the dynamics of these two boys.
The spiritual energy around Haruto had stabilized slightly, but he could feel the residual tension—enough to draw in youkai if left unchecked.
Shizuka finally stepped forward.
"I'll take Haruto to the academic office now. Mafuyu-sensei, you handle Shochiku and the classroom?"
Mafuyu inclined her head. "Yes. I'll make sure the others settle down."
Gojo's gaze flicked between the two teachers.
"Good. But remember—this should not happen again."
The weight of his words settled over the room—
Haruto's pride burned, Shochiku's defiance flickered, and the other students held their breath. Even the air seemed to tense, as though anticipating the next move.
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