The next day.

Eizan had been lying around doing nothing. He was a little tired but was enjoying the day, even though he was in pain. He was watching the tv without a care in the world. He thought to himself "Man, this is peaceful. I get a whole week off of school. What the hell am I going to do when I get back?" He was thinking back to the doctor’s words. "No contact sports for 4 months, I guess soccer is out of the question. At least I can still exercise." He currently looked like a wounded warrior, a bandage wrapped around his head and one around his chest. He stood up and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. “I look like hell” he thought as he examined his condition. His arms are bruised and his right eye was swollen. "I should have fought back. But my reputation is already in the gutter as it is." He sighed “I guess next time I’ll do as father says. I’m sure I can hold back, maybe."

Knock, knock, knock. Damnit, I wonder who it is. He looked at the two beautiful girls standing outside his apartment. Sakurai and Shimada we both standing there waiting patiently.

“See he’s not answering can we go now.”

“Be patient. He’s injured remember.”

“It’s his fault for getting into fights.”

“I told you it looks like he didn’t fight back at all.”

“He probably had it coming.”

“I told you I could go alone. If you didn’t want to come you should have gone home.”

The door slowly opened. Hashimoto was gazing at the two ladies standing in front of him with a slightly aggravated look on his face.

“Can you two not argue in front of my house?”

The two girls were slightly taken back by his appearance.

“Are you coming in or not?”

Sakurai broke from her stupor. “Thank you for having us. Come on Shimada”

Eizan watched the two girls enter his apartment still standing there shaking his head.

“Now for what reason has the most beautiful girl in our class and her rude best friend paid me a visit?”

Shimada stared at him angrily and Sakurai blushed.

“I’m only rude to you.” Shimada replied.

“Did I say you were the rude one?”

Sakurai giggled.

Shimada looked miffed “It was implied.”

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Eizan’s gaze turned cold. “Did you tell anyone you were coming to visit me?”

Sakurai and Shimada looked at each other.

“Only the teacher. Why?” Sakurai had a worried look on her face.

“Never mind. So, what do you two want?” Eizan slowly lowered himself onto the bed.

He looks like an injured wolf, thought Shimada. It looks like he would bare his fangs at just about anyone at the moment.

“Now that’s not the way to speak to guests Hashimoto.” Sakurai scolded.

“Ok, mom I’ll be nice.”

Sakurai puffed out her cheeks at his childish outburst.

Hashimoto’s fierce gaze subsided at the site of her cute appearance. He leaned back, and groaned, against a few pillows that were piled up on the bed.

“Ok. Ok don’t get mad. So why are you here?” His voice was gentle and calm, the change of his tone surprised Shimada. She glanced back and forth between Sakurai and Hashimoto. "Was he nice because it’s her?" She thought.

“I came to check up on you. You looked so bad in the hospital yesterday I was worried.” Sakurai was teary eyed.

“Don’t worry I’m fine, the injuries aren’t that severe. I can go back to school next week.”

She put her hand on her chest. “You don’t look fine.” She walked closer to him. “Have you changed your bandages?”

“N-not yet, I’ll do it after my shower.”

“Why don’t you go take a bath now and I’ll help you rap them.”

“Sakurai, I don’t think.”

Sakurai, cut him off. “No arguments, now stand-up mister.”

Eizan sighed “Alright, alright I’ll go.” He slowly raised himself from the bed. He stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

“Help yourself to the drinks in the refrigerator. I’ll be out in about twenty minutes.”

Shimada stared at her best friend. “Do you think he has any dirty magazines?”

“I-I’m not sure. Wait what are you doing?”

Shimada put a finger against her lips. “Shh. I’m investigating.”

A shadow appeared from behind Sakurai, who was watching Shimada look underneath Eizan’s bed.

“If you’re looking for dirty magazines there in the back of the closet.” Eizan said in amused voice.

Sakurai’s face turned bright red and Shimada felt her blood run cold.

Eizan giggle and walked towards the closet.

“W-we don’t what to see them.” Sakurai stuttered.

Eizan had a wry smile “Well, that’s good because I was just going to grab a pair of pants.”

“Baka.” Sakurai blushed. “Go take your shower.” She was doing and impression of a chipmunk at the moment.

Hashimoto went into the bathroom for a second time.

Shimada looked at Mio. She stood up and ran towards the closet.

“R-Ren what are you doing?”

“I want to see what he’s got.”

To Ren’s disappointment there were no magazines. Eizan didn’t have physical copies of such things. It’s the digital age, everything is on his computer in a password protected file. Hashimoto was giggling in the shower at the show he had just witnessed.

Eizan was looking in the mirror at his pathetic looking appearance. He had a giant bruise on his right arm and the whole right side of his body was bruised. He reached up and felt the painful lump on the side of his head. He realized he couldn’t lift his arms above his head without extreme pain. He thought "They got me good didn’t they. The basketball team is full of garbage. If I had crippled all the star members of the basketball team the whole school would hate me. They made it to nationals last year if I remember correctly. Damnit, I can feel the hatred boiling in my blood, I want revenge. No, no I can’t do it. I’m already feared at school, I don’t need more trouble."