The red-haired senior high schooler was walking down the hallway of Vanguard Academy while holding his worned out backpack. He felt eyes staring at him, watching his every move. "T- The delinquent guy is here" "Geez... He's scary..." "Shhh. Don't look at him. He'll punch you." "Hey, isn't he the one who beated up that senior last year?" "Yeah. H-he's very disrespectful, they say." "Shh, keep your voices down. He might hear and beat you two up. Ya want that to happen huh?" Those were whispers that hung in the air from the gossiping students. He tried his best to shrug off their comments as he walked past them, quickly heading directly to the gates. The guy was known as Amane Hitsugaya, from Section Six of the third years. An orphaned gamer and reader. Students fear his masculine, delinquent look ever since they saw him beat up a senior from almost a year ago. They never knew his side of the story as they only saw one side of a coin. Since then, no one dared to make friends with him. "Reality is always torturing me..." He muttered under his breath as he heaved a deep sigh, entering his all-time favorite internet cafe. He sat in his favorite spot and got lost in playing a MMORPG he's been into for quite some time now. "Gah..." He groaned in frustration as he furrowed his eyebrows. "Why the hell can't I win a single PVP!? I'm on the max level and I know warriors can beat assassins! Why the hell can't I!?" He shook his head, obviously annoyed at his defeat. Then he saw the clock. It's reads 12:52pm, time to go back to school. He calmed himself down as he put his payment at the counter and went back to the Academy. Students are avoiding his gaze, not even wanting to be anywhere near him. He reached for the door of the Room 9 as an exclaim pierced his ears. "Hey delinquent guy!" It was the high-pitched voice of Laura Kirigaya. Their annoying, flat-chested class representative. "Where have you been!?" Same old crap for him. "Me?" He frowned. She always acts like that whenever he's late. "Yeah, you're the only guy here." She crossed her arms. "I'll ask you again. Where have you been!?" "It's none of your business." He replied, irritation in his tone. "I-I'm not scared of you, Hitsugaya-san." She let out a nervous chuckle, trying to hide her fright. "Y-you can't frighten me." He fell silent as he furrowed his eyebrows. "You can't answer me ehh?" "I said it's none of your business!" He raised his voice to scare her, obviously annoyed. "If you come near me again, I'll rape you!" Damn, that didn't sound right!, He mentally cursed himself. Just then, her eyes widened in fear and disbelief. "W-What? D-did you—" "Ohh, so you're not only delinquent but a lolicon huh?" The raven-haired girl butted in. Crap! My reputation in this school is getting worst, Amane thought, clenching his fists. Laura, as the crybaby she is, teared up and hugged the raven-haired girl. "Shizukana-san.." "Don't take her seriously" The raven-haired mouthed to Amane. "Just go back to your seat." "Huh?" Amane uttered, heaving a sigh before heading to his seat at the back of the classroom. He looked at them from the distance. "It's okay" Shizukana smiled at her only friend in the classroom, Laura. "He doesn't mean it. Stop crying please?" That raven-haired girl is Shizukana Shitto, a lazy student. She has the brain but she only have one study habit; she doesn't study. In spite of that, she was ranked second in their class. Amane percieved her as the cutest and prettiest in their class, though she doesn't see herself pretty. She wasn't really that type of girl one would notice; or maybe, she just doesn't want to be noticed. And, even if she tried her best to comfort her friend, Laura kept on crying. That drew the attention of all their classmates to them. "I'll tell Oniichan about this! Remember!" Laura shouted to Amane as she cried on Shizukana's shoulders. "Scary." Upon hearing what's the fuss is about, their classmates hesitantly glared at Amane, making a big deal about a petty thing like they usually do. He's pretty sure the commotion in the classroom would be known to the whole school again. He didn't want to be in detention though. But sure enough, thosed naked pairs of eye made him feel embarrassed about himself. He clenched his fists as he averted his eyes from Shizukana and turned his attention to the window beside him. "Good grief." He muttered under his breath, avoiding what seemed as if a million glares.

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