Monday, the most melancholy of all the days have just started. For most people, at this time of the week would sigh, while the previous day would be heaven to them.

And Intetsu Hachiman was not an exception to this notion. However, in Hachiman’s case, it was not just a simple bother, it was hate and irritation like something constantly crawling over his skin, probably because of bad memories. As always, when the last bell chimed at school, he opened the door to the classroom with his tired body from pulling an all-nighter.

At that moment, Hachiman received glares and clicking of tongues from the majority of the male students in the classroom. The girls did not have a friendly expression either. It was fine if the people were indifferent, but there were those who had an expression of contempt directed at him.

Hachiman was already used to it as he headed to his seat, but there were always people who would mess with him every time. 

“Hey, okama! Did you spend all night tripping yourself? Was it a coke I wonder?”

“Uwa, gross. Staying up all night to using fucking drugs!”

"What use of those rings and watch anyway ?. Fucking yakuza! "

"Using people's hard-earned money. Do you really think showing those off will increase your dogshit reputation?"

"No matter how much you decorate, the shit is still shit!"

And thanks to all those money, all of you are still laughing like an idiot! The laughter came from Yoneda Chieko. She is the leader of the students that pick on Hachiman wherever there is a chance. As if she some kind of saint, she talked down to him and raised all kinds of rumors about him around the school despite having herself no better than him in the first place.

As Chieko stated, Hachiman was a yakuza and head of the Intetsu group at that. Hajime’s appearance and behavior were not something to be called okama or to be ridiculed, he just had very slim and thin arms and a slender body. His hair was trimmed short and he did not have bedhead hair.

He wore quite expensive rings on each of his fingers and a high-quality master-crafted watch on his right. With all of those accessories worth more than ten million dollars, one would say he is nothing more than show off second-generation idiot, but Hachiman wore them not to show off but wore them for a specific purpose. 

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Despite his mild, harmless-looking feminine appearance, he had a very fiery temper, but that did not mean he was a violent muscle head that fight anything that offended him. He is a coolheaded person who learned to control his emotions. And the reason behind Hachiman's black spots under his eyes was due to spending the whole night trading stocks.

The criticism that yakuza receive from society is certainly strong, generally speaking, the degree of ridicule varies, but people know their limit. Yet, why do they show unrestrained contempt and hostility?

There are two reasons the first was timing!

Today was just happened to be the day Hatchiman sent his two trusted escorts on a mission. They know they can't touch him in plain sight under the watch of his private escorts who transferred to his class under the guise of a student. 

And even Hachiman try to get them later they are still minors and protected by the school and law of the country. Well, that is what they think anyway.

Males bully him because they are jealous of his family and the 'undeserved' power he possesses meanwhile girls will despise him because of his uninterested attitude and the way they couldn't take advantage of him and touch that gold mine he sits on.

But still, it was never like so there must be another reason behind Yoneda Chiek's boldness.

With the sound of the bell, Chieko and her goons finally went back to their seats, finally having some time of peace. Hachiman decided to use the time to check his stocks by taking out two smartphones from his pocket with one showing the real-time reading while the other one showing his own that were ready to sell or buy.

Shit! What is with those huge waves of fluctuations! This is not something treated casually!

"Teacher, I want to go restroom!"

Hachiman raised his hand in mid-class, earning another bag of glares from his classmates. Seeing his serious expression the current teacher had no choice but to allow him to leave the class with a deep sign. The teacher clearly understood when Hachiman asked for the toilet, it is no different than him ditching the class since that is how long he takes.

 "Thank you, teacher."

With that said, Hachiman quickly went to the men's toilet. After taking a comfortable seat in an empty stall, he took out his phones and began to wait for the right time.

Seconds passed, minutes passed then with the sound of the bell signaled the end of the class. Hachiman still waited for the right time in the stall.

Then finally the time arrived, Hachiman immediately tried to sell his stocks. However, certain people beat him in a race, as Hachiman failed to notice the water hose peeking over the stall's door leading to him getting doused with fresh cold water.

But most importantly the cold water made his smartphone's screen couldn't respond to his touch leading him to miss the golden chance. Now, even if he cleans the screen and try to sell out it will earn no major profit, but thankfully it will also incur no major loss for him to continue to hold it.

Hachiman couldn't help but let out a growl in anger. Let alone him, even a saint would get angry by losing such a great chance. 

"HEY! WHO'S THIS!" 

"IMMA KILL YOU, MOTHER FUCKER!"