[Even as rough hands shake him by the shoulder and he's crowded back into a wall so that he's surrounded on every side, Yuta thinks to himself, it could be worse.
This school was meant to be different. A clean slate. No one here knew about the ghosts crawling up his back, about the guilt or the counsellors, or the two unsuccessful moves before this one- as if his mother thinks they just need a change in scenery.
It didn't seem to matter. Here he is all the same, as if the stench of weakness clings to him, an invitation these four boys have taken eagerly. Yuta sighs to himself, and it must be taken as a response to some taunting he didn't hear, because the next thing he knows, there's the quiet but unmistakable click of a switchblade.
Ah. Well, it got worse. Yuta freezes up, suddenly feeling less exhausted and a whole lot more alert.]
Um, hey... we can sort this out without that, right?
[They're pressed up in a far corner of one of the large school's courtyards, just distanced enough for no one to catch the gleam of metal, but close enough to a handful of students eating their lunch that Yuta feels a little embarrassed. I mean geez, they can't harrass a guy for his spare change in private?]
How many times does Maki have to tell these idiots not to start shit at school. It's bad enough they're fighting punks from other gangs. And she's the one who ends up getting jumped. But now they're picking on weaklings too?!
It's with the fury of a thousand bears, Maki Zenin, local deliquient and Sukeban of the school gang, slides in front of the alleyway entrance, kendo stick already pointed at her underclassmen. )
OI! What the hell do you think you're doing?!
( Murmured groans are whispered among the delinquents—'Oh shit, It's Maki.' 'We're fucking dead, dude.'—knowing no amount of grovelling is going to stop the beating they're about to get.
She's stomping into the alleyway, effectively trapping them all in her own lair, and stops upon realising who they're picking on...
Isn't that the Class Prez? What was his name again?
—Not good. Not good. If he snitches, Maki is done for. She's already been pulled into the Principal's office too many times to count. This would be her last warning... )
God damn it! ( And she swings, lining up the idiot's like a bowling pins and striking their heads without hesitation. One of 'em goes down, spit and a tooth flying out as he hits the ground, before she's jumping on the other ones. Her fists, bandaged and bloodied from her last fight, connecting with their cheeks. )
[Deep down, Yuta thinks this move is probably temporary too, but it's never stopped him from getting attached. He knows all his classmate's names, is friendly with most of them- but he's never had a conversation with Maki Zenin.
It's not even because she's so intimidating- it's more like Yuta knows who he is, and that's someone a girl like Maki would have no reason to entertain. She's so cool, strangely honorable despite her delinquent status, and Yuta can feel himself staring at her instead of doing anything useful.
He gasps as her kendo stick makes impact, throwing a hand up to protect himself from the gore, and watches through his fingers as two of the boys make an attempt to sprint, readily abandoning their friends.
Maybe he should be more scared, but Yuta finds that instead it's leeching out of him, replaced by awe. His eyes practically sparkle as Maki's fist collides with another face- she's so strong, and so fast.
At the other end of the courtyard, a small crowd has started to form, and Yuta thinks he can see one of their teachers beginning to wind their way through the students. On impulse, he grabs at Maki's arm, a likely dangerous choice, and tries to drag her in the other direction and further down the alley, determined that she won't get in trouble for saving him.]
Quick! Trust me, there's a hole in the fence over here!
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This school was meant to be different. A clean slate. No one here knew about the ghosts crawling up his back, about the guilt or the counsellors, or the two unsuccessful moves before this one- as if his mother thinks they just need a change in scenery.
It didn't seem to matter. Here he is all the same, as if the stench of weakness clings to him, an invitation these four boys have taken eagerly. Yuta sighs to himself, and it must be taken as a response to some taunting he didn't hear, because the next thing he knows, there's the quiet but unmistakable click of a switchblade.
Ah. Well, it got worse. Yuta freezes up, suddenly feeling less exhausted and a whole lot more alert.]
Um, hey... we can sort this out without that, right?
[They're pressed up in a far corner of one of the large school's courtyards, just distanced enough for no one to catch the gleam of metal, but close enough to a handful of students eating their lunch that Yuta feels a little embarrassed. I mean geez, they can't harrass a guy for his spare change in private?]
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How many times does Maki have to tell these idiots not to start shit at school. It's bad enough they're fighting punks from other gangs. And she's the one who ends up getting jumped. But now they're picking on weaklings too?!
It's with the fury of a thousand bears, Maki Zenin, local deliquient and Sukeban of the school gang, slides in front of the alleyway entrance, kendo stick already pointed at her underclassmen. )
OI! What the hell do you think you're doing?!
( Murmured groans are whispered among the delinquents—'Oh shit, It's Maki.' 'We're fucking dead, dude.'—knowing no amount of grovelling is going to stop the beating they're about to get.
She's stomping into the alleyway, effectively trapping them all in her own lair, and stops upon realising who they're picking on...
Isn't that the Class Prez? What was his name again?
—Not good. Not good. If he snitches, Maki is done for. She's already been pulled into the Principal's office too many times to count. This would be her last warning... )
God damn it! ( And she swings, lining up the idiot's like a bowling pins and striking their heads without hesitation. One of 'em goes down, spit and a tooth flying out as he hits the ground, before she's jumping on the other ones. Her fists, bandaged and bloodied from her last fight, connecting with their cheeks. )
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It's not even because she's so intimidating- it's more like Yuta knows who he is, and that's someone a girl like Maki would have no reason to entertain. She's so cool, strangely honorable despite her delinquent status, and Yuta can feel himself staring at her instead of doing anything useful.
He gasps as her kendo stick makes impact, throwing a hand up to protect himself from the gore, and watches through his fingers as two of the boys make an attempt to sprint, readily abandoning their friends.
Maybe he should be more scared, but Yuta finds that instead it's leeching out of him, replaced by awe. His eyes practically sparkle as Maki's fist collides with another face- she's so strong, and so fast.
At the other end of the courtyard, a small crowd has started to form, and Yuta thinks he can see one of their teachers beginning to wind their way through the students. On impulse, he grabs at Maki's arm, a likely dangerous choice, and tries to drag her in the other direction and further down the alley, determined that she won't get in trouble for saving him.]
Quick! Trust me, there's a hole in the fence over here!