[2 years later...]
Click!
"Today, we will be learning about- huh?" The teacher at the front of the class pressed his chalk against the board while talking, only to freeze in confusion.
The teacher's hand holding the chalk began to shake uncontrollably, scribbling a series of white lines on the board. Soon, the shaking spread, causing his entire body to tremble.
Suddenly, a coldness hit him, causing his teeth to start chattering. Sweat slid down his temples, his eyes turning into needle points as he felt his lungs compress.
"What the hell?..."
"Uhm, does anyone feel cold?- !" The teacher turned around shakily to ask his class, his words caught in his throat as he watched every student shaking, their teeth chattering as if they were in a freezer.
"Y-Yeah, I feel cold..."
"Me too,"
"Me too!"
The students perked up, instantly taking the chance to complain about the class temperature. Once the complaining began, it did not stop until a shy student slowly placed his hand up in the air.
"Uhm, excuse me, everyone. But it seems Akira Shokotsu is not shaking... Rather, he looks like he is sleeping,"
The nervous student pointed his finger to the back of the room, next to the window, where a student leaned back in his chair, his eyes unfocused and a bubble of saliva on his lips.
Akira seemed different compared to two years ago, back in the rural village. Most noticeable was his height, which reached an astonishing 5'8 for a 13-year-old boy.
His hair was long, going just past his ears, in a wild, unkept style that suited his face. His eyes were dull and unfocused, the beauty mark under his bottom lip still eye-catching.
His muscles were compressed to the limit and exuding durability, hidden under his clothing, which consisted of a sleeveless business shirt and business pants.
"Tch! This arrogant fuck. Why does he get to be the only one not to shake?" A voice filled with anger and humiliation rang out, causing everyone to quickly look away from Akira, to their desks in fear.
The voice came from a guy with blonde, slicked-back hair and piercings in his ears. He had a normal t-shirt, and his blazer was wide open as he leaned back on his chair, his legs resting on the desk.
Let's call him Blondie.
"Y-Yeah! I never liked how he kept to himself, as if he was so much above us!" From behind Blondie, a fat guy spoke up with a glare-filled jealousy, his double chin trembling from the movement, sweat on his temples.
"Boss, we should teach him a lesson after school, remind him of his place!" A guy who finally looked normal grinned wiht a cruel glint in his eyes, his lips stretching into a mocking grin.
These three were local bullies in the classroom among the many other bullies in the entire school. Japan is famous for its suicide rates, and these bullies are the one who adds to it.
Ever since Akira had transferred into this school after the bomb incident, they had hated him from day one due to three simple facts.
The first is that he looks better and hotter than they ever will. The second one is because his grades are always 100%, and the final reason is that every girl in class talks and whispers about him.
They were s jealous simpletons with nothing going for them in life.
Pop!
Suddenly, the entire class returned to silence as the bubble of saliva on Akira's lips burst open with a loud pop. His eyes regained focus, and he sat up straight in his seat, swiping his fingers through his hair with a yawn.
"Woke up just at the right time," Akira spoke to himself with a nod, grabbing his bag and slinging it on his shoulder, confusing the class.
BBRRRRRRR!
The bell signalling the end of school rang out loudly, waking everyone up, and instantly causing the students to stand up, bags in hand, as they rushed out of the class, eager to go home or hang out with their friends.
Akira was no different.
"What should I eat today? Maybe a Yakisoba bread? Nah, I ate that yesterday... Japanese Katsu Curry? Yeah, it's the one," Akira scratched his nose as he walked with one hand in his pocket, wondering what he should eat.
"Hey! Motherless kid!"
Suddenly, a voice called out to Akira from behind, filled with a very false bravado.
"Hmm?" Akira turned around, his eyes returning to their cold and dull state. No surprise, it was Blondie and his goons, following him towards the school gate.
"Can I help ya'll?" Akira asked with barely held back anger. He didn't wanna go to prison before graduating from school, so he didn't kill them instantly.
After all, it's the only wish his mother had for him.
"Yeah, how about you follow us and we'll only rough you up a bit~," Blondie grinned with newfound confidence at Akira's tone. He thought Akira was scared and dared not reply with anger at the mother part.
Akira stared at Blondie and his goons with an expressionless face, trying to hold back a snicker as he looked at them. All he saw, however, were three clowns wearing clown makeup, trying to act tough.
"Fine,"
"Lead the way," Akira spoke.
[5 minutes later, inside an alley.]
"W-We are sorry! P-Please don't break my arm!"
"I'll give you all my money, please let me go!"
Crack!
"ARGH!"
Akira sighed, his hands in his pockets as he pressed his feet down on an arm on the floor, breaking it. Lying in front of him in a full-body dogeza were Blondie and his goons, bruised and bleeding from their faces.
"I didn't want to do it, but it would be quite unfair if only your goons had their arms broken, so I made it equal," Akira spoke, leaning down to take a pile of money on the floor, sweeping the dirt away from it.
"Not bad, 500,000 Yen. This will probably last me three months of food and arcades," Akira smiled wiht relief as the worry for money vanished. He stacked the money into a single line before putting it in his pocket.
"Now get going, if you reach the hospital soon, maybe your arm won't be crippled," Akira spoke to the three as he turned and exited the alley, leaving the three to their business.
"Hmm.. Can't kill them, in this day and age, murder is very easy to find wiht those cameras," Akira muttered with disappointment as he looked at a camera attached to the corner of a building, facing him.
"Rika! Stop!"
Suddenly, a hurried shout from a pleasant voice entered Akira's ear from a corner of the street, in another alley.
The shout was accompanied by the sound of something fast breaking through the air, along wiht pained groans, and bones snapping from an impact.
"A fight?" Akira questioned as he turned towards the direction with interest.
"Well, it's a girl, so I can't just leave her defenceless," AKira uttered, trying to convince himself to intervene.
"Nobara would help the girl, even if she got into a fight... So I'll help too," Akira finally sighed, vanishing from the place in a blur.
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Yuka is a year older than Akira, so that means Akira is still in the same generation as Yuji and Megumi.
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