Meanwhile...
Kousuke felt chills down his spine.
"That bastard must be talking about me," Kousuke thought.
Kousuke had gotten home to his family's home. He took his shoes off and walked towards the members.
"Kousuke-sama, welcome home," a group of guys shouted while bowing on their knees.
Kousuke sighed.
"Hey, raise your heads, you idiots," Kousuke shouted.
"Like I've said thousands of times, I'm not your fucking boss, got it. I'm not the master of the house," Kousuke said.
Suddenly a door was slid open.
"Kousuke, you're actually home for once," someone said.
"Dad," Kousuke said.
His father's name was Kageyama Seiya.
"Kousuke, I heard you're teaching at that school; how interesting. I would've never pegged you the type to babysit kids," he said.
"Shut up."
"Hey, are guys still confessing their love for you?"
"Shut up, that's not anything to joke about. Considering what happened with him and the fact that a student is already declaring their love for me, it's not funny."
"What," Seiya shouted, sounding pissed.
"Dad?"
"Who is the brat that wants to die," Seiya shouted.
"Shut up, Dad; look, I'm using my old room for a while, just until I find a place."
"So you're actually staying this time?"
"Only for a little while."
"No, just stay here and take over the business."
"Like I said thousands of times, I refuse to get involved in any of our family affairs," Kousuke said with a glare.
"Kousuke, eventually, you will have to stop your foolishness and take over. You're one of the strongest in our clan. You're amazing; I want you to be a leader; Yukiya is too soft, and he's better at leading a school than a battle. A beast like you shouldn't be restricted to a classroom," he shouted.
"Hah, whatever, we'll see who wins your tenacity or my stubbornness."
Yukiya sighed as he entered the room.
"Dad, you never change; why can't you accept that Brother doesn't want to inherit the family," he asked while crossing his arms.
"Because Kousuke is amazing, I don't want him in a boring job for the rest of his life. Also, Kousuke can be pretty cutthroat, which is perfect for the family head," he said.
Kousuke walked to his room while carrying his bag.
"Kousuke," Seiya shouted before Kousuke slid the sliding door hard, making a loud sound.
Kousuke saw his desk.
"Hello, old room, still the same, huh," Kousuke thought with a seldom smile.
He sat at the desk and pulled out the pretest the students took for Pre-calculus. He began grading them and sighed as he did.
"These kids have gotten through this school through pass-fail," he thought.
Suddenly he saw Yuma's. Yuma had gotten precisely half of them wrong, like it was on purpose. Then Kousuke saw the note in the corner of the paper.
"Sensei, I love you," It said.
He crumbled it in anger with a slight blush and then unfolded it. He placed it into the pile.
"That kid's getting on my nerves. But still, he only did the harder ones, and he didn't even put an answer for the easier questions. Although, could it be that kid doesn't want to go to a different class," he thought.
"Anyway, now I'm pissed. Guess I can train my body a bit," he said while finishing the last few tests.
He walked out of his room and over to the group's men.
"Hey, I want to train for a bit; I need all of you to come at once," Kousuke said as he took off his shirt.
Kousuke has a scar between his shoulder and neck. He also has a spot on the left side of his lower abdomen,
"What the fuck, he's gotten even stronger," they thought while fearing for their lives.
"Hey, if you guys can graze me, I'll give guys whatever you want to eat."
"Charge him," they shouted.
After 3 minutes...
Kousuke sighed as 30 men lay on the floor around him. His father slid the door open and sighed.
"Why do you waste your time fighting the weak," He asked.
"I wanted to train."
The next day...
Kousuke opened the teacher's office door and set his bag there. Takeya saw Kousuke and smiled, and Kousuke looked over at him.
"I'm new around here; it's nice to meet you. I'm Kageyama Kousuke. I teach 2-F."
"I heard, but that class is a bit crazy sometimes; please be careful. My name is Hanamiya Takeya; nice to meet you," he said while lying about meeting Kousuke for the first time.
"Wow, he's gotten way more beautiful," he thought.
"Have I seen you before? You look familiar?"
"Nope, not at all."
"His face looks familiar, like his. Although I can't even remember his anymore, I wanted to forget that day so badly," he thought.
"Kageyama-sensei, want to eat lunch together? We should get to know each other. You probably don't know many of the teachers around here."
There were some girls from Kousuke's class, and a teacher stopped them.
"HEY, YOUR UNIFORM IS WAY TOO SHORT; WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE," a teacher yelled.
Kousuke walked into the hallway to witness the teacher grabbing a girl's arm and taking pics up her skirt.
"What the hell are you doing, you super creep teacher," she shouted.
Kousuke grabbed his wrist and squeezed it.
"Who the hell are you," the teacher shouted.
Takeya peeked outside the office. The students and other teachers were staring.
"I'm their teacher, Kageyama Kousuke. I started teaching 2-F yesterday, you sick fuck," he said.
"Huh, what the hell did you say," the teacher shouted.
"These girls have the right to wear their uniform the way they want unless you're a pervert who likes to look at 17-year-old girls. Maybe you're only paying attention because you wanted to see their underwear," Kousuke said with a smirk.
Kousuke sent the teacher flying past Takeya.
"Hanamiya-sensei, call the police; I've seen that teacher take pictures up these girls' skirts."
"Right."
"Kageyama-sensei is so cool," the girls thought.
"Kousuke is still pretty strong; that teacher was taller than him and had a bit more weight than average. He just sent him flying with little to no effort. Maybe he's gotten stronger; how interesting," Takeya thought with a smile.
After a while...
Kousuke opened the sliding door to his class.
"Everyone take your seats; class will start soon," Kousuke said while yawning.
"Sensei looks beautiful today, too," Yuma thought.
Everyone as at down.
"Okay, I'll pass everyone's pretest back. Based on everyone's results, you all know basic algebra but struggle with harder algebra. But don't worry, your first class today isn't math; it'll save time later to give you back your tests," Kousuke said.
"Sensei, thank you for earlier; that scumbag was a pervert and a creep," the girl he saved said.
"Ah, your name was?"
"Mitsuda Manami."
"People like that, you have to kick them in the balls and make them wish they didn't even think about talking to you," Kousuke said
"Sensei, I might be in love with you too," Manami shouted.
"No, I just saved you; that's why you feel conscious; it's not love but admiration. Please, I don't need any more students trying to win my heart. Especially because having one crazy-ass student is enough," Kousuke said after a large sigh.
"Anyway, hey, Hasegawa, are you fucking contagious. Whatever love sickness you have, don't spread it to others so damn easily," Kousuke shouted while pointing at him.
"Sorry, sensei, but I'm in love with you, Kageyama-sensei; my feelings won't change," Yuma shouted.
He passed out the tests back to his students. Yuma stood up.
"Sensei, why is my answer sheet the only one crumpled up," he shouted.
"Hey, you're the only one who wrote that type of shit on their paper."
"Sensei, you're mean."
"Shut up, don't write shit like that on your answer sheet anymore."
"Yes."
"Sensei's cute when he's mad," he thought with a smile.
After the lunch bell rang...
Kousuke walked to the roof, lit a cigarette, and started smoking. He sighed.
"This job is taking a toll on my mental health. Why does he keep on confessing his love to me? Is he trying to get me fired or something," he thought.
Takeya opened the door to the roof. Kousuke saw him.
"Ah, Kageyama-sensei."
"Hanamiya-sensei, why are you here?"
"Because I needed air; those kids can drain you dry for energy."
Kousuke continued to smoke while looking out. He was observing the view from the roof.
Takeya saw an opportunity.
"Neh Kageyama-sensei."
He got closer to him and placed his left hand on his butt. Kousuke didn't show it, but he was creeped out.
"What the hell," Kousuke thought.
"Where do you think you're placing your hand," Kousuke asked.
"Has anyone ever told you that you're beautiful," Takeya whispered in his ear.
Kousuke pushed him away in shock and dropped his cigarette. Kousuke glared.
"The fuck are you doing?"
"There's no way; this guy is so similar to that bastard it makes me sick. Wait, but, what if he is," he thought as he picked up his cigarette and stared at him.
"Could it be you figured out something, Kousuke-chan," Takeya asked with a smile?
"No way, this bastard is," Kousuke thought.
He grabbed Kousuke's chin.
"You seriously erased my face from your mind, Kousuke?"
Kousuke slapped his arm away.
"So feisty, Kousuke."
Kousuke glared at him; he was scared.
"Come on; we were interrupted a few years ago. Let's continue, shall we," he said with a smirk.
"There's no way in hell, get away from me, you bastard," Kousuke shouted.
"You certainly are cute when you're angry," he said while pinning him against a wall.
"Move, you bastard."
"You're so adorable."
Suddenly the door slammed open. Yuma was standing there staring and fuming with anger.
"Hasegawa?"
Yuma grabbed Kousuke's arm and pulled him away from Takeya.
"Let's go, Sensei; that bastard is after you too," Yuma said while sounding serious and pulling him away.
"If he were after me, that wouldn't be a problem; it's him, that fucker," Kousuke thought while feeling a chill down his spine.
"Where are you taking me? Let go," Kousuke shouted while pulling his arm away.
He pulled Kousuke behind the school. Yuma grabbed Kousuke's shoulders and tried to kiss him, and Kousuke headbutted him.
"What the hell, Hasegawa," Kousuke shouted.
Yuma had snapped out of his jealousy.
"Sensei, sorry I heard that bastard say something to you, and I snapped. I'm sorry, sensei," Yuma shouted while bowing.
Yuma's forehead was a bit swollen.
"It's okay; you saved me apart from the trying to kiss your teacher part," Kousuke said.
"How does that guy even know you, sensei?"
"We were childhood friends, but that bastard crossed the line when I was younger. I was so naive; that bastard drugged me and tried to have sex with me. Which is why I really don't want to fall in love."
"So you're not accepting my love confession because of that guy?"
"As I said, you're my student; that's why I won't accept it."
"Sensei, so after graduation?"
"What?"
"You said it was because I was your student, so once I graduate will you go out with me," he asked.
"No."
"Come on, sensei, one date?"
"No way in hell."
"Sensei, I'm 19. I'm legal."
"Shut up, but also, thank you for helping me," Kousuke said while scratching his head.
"Sensei was petrified and couldn't move, and I helped him. He looks a bit pale, and he was shaking when I held his wrist," Yuma thought.
Yuma smiled.
"If he tries anything with you again, I'll beat him to a pulp."
"I can protect myself, also as my student; you shouldn't say stuff like that," Kousuke said with a smile.
Yuma blushed.