They call me observant. That's not particularly true. People are so easy to read - we bleed emotions even in the way we drink our coffee. No one seems to notice though. They're all too busy drinking their own damn coffee."
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"He was definitely ogling my boobs," a girl said in a shrill voice, pointing towards a pathetically beaten guy. His face was hidden under his dark blue long hair as he looked toward her three male companions with well-built physiques.
A punch landed on the blue-haired boy, smashing him into the wall behind him. He fell to his knees from the impact, his hands trembling as he touched his bruised face, hoping to lessen the pain, glaring at the group for accusing him.
"She does have a huge rack, so they bounce when she runs. I get why you'd do it, Yano-kun," the girl's companion said, holding a mischievous face.
"So, were you looking?" Another boy asked, a dark and sadistic look in his eyes.
"I wasn't," Yano—Hiroto Yano—defended
"Then you're saying Tsubasa is lying to us," the guy said as he kicked Yano in the stomach with no compassion.
Yano curled up, holding his stomach, pain evident on his face.
"He was definitely looking at them."
"Let's teach him a lesson, Ninomiya-san," the other two boys who had been snickering about Yano's fate said to their leader, Ninomiya.
Yano thought to himself, 'That woman is just using me to figure out where she stands, and she's enjoying it,' he figured, looking at Tsubasa's smug face. Her eyes devoid of any remorse, darkened eyes enjoying the momentary power.
"So, you were looking," pulling his hair, Ninomiya said in a menacing tone, punching him in the same place on his face.
"She's not even that pretty. You're just kissing up to her because you think she's easy and will sleep with all of you," Yano retorted, his voice shaking with anger, but his words sharp and clear. He glared at the group, his eyes filled with defiance, challenging them to refute his statement.
A heavy silence fell over the ground, broken only by the rustling of leaves colliding in the wind.
Tsubasa stood motionless, her shoulders trembling as she lifted her head, her eyes flashing with anger as she glared at Yano. If looks could kill, he would've been dead a hundred times over, burned two hundred times, and tortured three hundred times.
Ninomiya and the other boys, who had been beating him half-heartedly, also turned to glare at Yano, their expressions filled with menace, ready to unleash their fury at any moment.
"Kill hi--"
Splash -! Before the words could fully leave her lips, a sudden crash interrupted Tsubasa's sentence.
A rush of water fall from above , engulfing Tsubasa before she could react, sending her crashing to her knees upon impact. Falling on ground. As other tries to look up , water fall on their face disturbing their vision , blinding them momentarily. Then, with a deafening thud, a whole Iron bucket fell from above, striking Ninomiya squarely in the face. He stumbled backward, crashing to the ground with a painful thud as his knees and face collided with the hard surface of the ground . His face perfectly covered with bucket
The sudden chaos sent the other two boys stumbling, As they tried to open their eyes, it felt like someone had touched them with fiery hands, causing them to cry out in pain. In their disorientation, they both tripped over Ninomiya, who was still sprawled on the ground, and fell hard on top of him,
Amidst the turmoil, Yano stood frozen, his eyes wide with astonishment at the rapid turn of events.
As he looked up to find the source of the water, he saw nothing but the railing of the school, suggesting that someone might have thrown water and a bucket from above.
While all four of them stood close to where the water was falling, he was farther away and avoided getting splashed.
In another situation, he might have considered taking a picture of them and framing it, but right now wasn't the time
Deciding to leave, he began to run towards the hall. Just as he was about to descend the stairs, he felt someone grab him from behind. Stun, he turned around and saw a girl with glasses, her sleeves wet and her skirt dripping droplets of water. He stopped momentarily, taken aback by it , She is his classmate Disha —Disha Yadav
She gripped his hands tightly, her fingers brushing against his as she led him forward. The silver bracelet on her wrist gleamed in the sunlight, catching his eye as he followed her gaze. With a firm hold on his forearm, she ran up the stairs, occasionally glancing back to check they weren't being followed. On the way , her grip loosen on his forearm .He followed her lead, conscious of every step as they ascended three floors.
Finally, they reached a corner door with a password locker. She paused, casting a meaningful glance at him before entering the code. With a slight nod, Like motioned him to take note of the password - 3915.
Entering the room, she hastily locked the door behind them, her movements fast and rushed. As the door clicked shut, a sense of urgency filled the air, mingling with the anticipation of what awaited them inside.
Holding the door handle, her back towards me .She take some long breath
Silence echoing on the room,
His eyes observing her every little movements and details.
After she turn around. He notice her breathing is stable now ,
DISHA she's a foreigner from India,
In class, she always sits in the window row, either in the middle or last desk. She stays quiet, rarely talking to anyone, not even the teacher. She has good acquaintances with girls but has only spoken to a few boys. Disha spends most of her time reading in the library or listening to music, rarely participating actively in curricular activity.
She always had poker face, not resting bitch face but- Resting blank face ,difference, In first you have annoyed, discontented expression in second ,you have blank face devoid of emotion but dreamy look in eyes , like you are talking to universe itself
She isn't much of a talker. She doesn't talk a lot. But I have known she was a good listener. She listens. I can tell just by looking at her eyes- she's processing everything she's hearing as if he's trying to make everything makes sense.
He and Disha have talked few times. and my very first impression of her was, based on her eyes- they looked like they DIDN'T care!
She is quiet, and his eyes and ears seem to be in full analytical mode every time I glance at her. There is a sense of mystery going on when you look at her eyes. I don't want to sound cringe, but darkness is one word I would describe the energy exuding out of an INTP's eyes .I have also felt sad and anxious energy coming out of those eyes sometimes. I'm not sure whether it has been because I absorbed her energy or purely a guess based on how her eyes have looked like.
Although I felt darkness around those eyes, I can tell she is a good person despite how other students may perceive her
Looking into her eyes is like seeing a constellation of possibilities lighting up. They have that innocence and curiosity, their eyes, as their minds, wonder a lot, they give me that vibe of a child doing math all the time.
Some say you can hear the sea in a shell. But looking into the eyes of her, you can see the universe swirling around
As we both stand within 1 meter of distance, holding direct eye contact with each other ,I notice her pupils movement as If analyzing me
Standing before her I feel exposed ,As if my deepest secret's disclosed. Vulnerable and nervous, I stand,
Under the spotlight of her sharp command Raw and unprotected, I feel, As if she could see what's truly real.
A single glance could tear through me, Exposing all that I try to keep. In her gaze, I find no shield,
Just the truth, too raw to conceal .I stand before her, exposed and bare, Wondering if she sees what's there.
"Thank you," I said, bowing low.
"T-thank you, um... You're welcome," her voice stuttering, confused, and then acknowledging my response, flustered by the interaction, her social anxiety on full display.
It's cute, how her eyes make her sage, but her mouth a newborn child
*
"HOLY COSMOS, how did it come to this?" All I can remember after the end of school is waiting for Nozomi and Ayaka to go home together. It felt safer to go together than alone because of the out-of-control gangsters roaming the streets in large numbers.
"There have been many cases of girls being harassed lately, so let's go together," Nozomi said, her voice tinged with concern.
I nodded in agreement, recalling the news we saw on television about the dangers of gangs in Japan. Fear prickled my skin as I imagined the potential danger lurking outside.
"Yeah, I heard about that," Ayaka said, her hand trembling as she covered her mouth. "That's terrible, how can they do this?" Her body tensed with fear.
I placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder and lightly squeezed it, hoping to offer some comfort amidst the unease. I didn't know how to ease people's fears, but I can try. Ayaka glanced at me, her eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and anxiety, as she placed her warm hand above mine.
"I heard most of those incidents are because of the recent growing gang presence, Moebius," Nozomi said, her expression grave as she looked between us.
"Moebius, right! I'll look into it tonight," I said, determined to research the topic, while meeting Nozomi's intense gaze, which conveyed both concern and interest.
"Yes! That would be better. All I know about it is from the news. You also have a computer at home and more knowledge about all those informational websites than me," she said. "It would be useful to know about our surroundings."
"Okay! Ma'am, your order is my passion," I said, mimicking a military salute. She smiled, laughing at my childish behavior.
Her laughter filled the air, a warm melody that eased the tension, and Ayaka couldn't help but join in.
I smiled too, feeling a bit shy but proud that I could make them laugh.
So, today I was waiting for them, but they said it would take them hours because their practice is still going on. I was excited to tell them about my research, so I decided to wait in the library. Not like I have anything better to do at home.
After an hour, I decided to stroll around the school for fun. Since most of the students had left, I walked to the building separated from all the classes. There were rumors that a senior of this school had committed suicide there, and many times students had heard some piano playing by itself and seen a female student ghost on the third floor.
"Pfft," a laugh escaped my mouth.
"So fun," I thought as I walked up the stairs.
Crash! A sound of a collision came from downstairs.
Quickly looking from the hallway, I found a group of boys and girls looking down on the boy. His clothes were tattered, his hair disheveled, and his face bruised, with a little trail of blood at the corner of his mouth. I watched as they continued to kick and punch him.
His face was hidden behind his dark hair, but from his physique, I think I've seen him before. Soon, the girl accused him of looking at her chest area.
"Wow! The nonsense has escalated," I thought.
I knew if this went on, the situation could get worse. But I couldn't just go and shout at them to leave the boy alone. That would be suicide.
I didn't fear death, but... suicide. Please, no! I am not that miserable.
( Pls! Don't do sucide, your life is precious)
As I looked around my surroundings, searching for something to help the boy, various thoughts raced through my mind. Calling a teacher seemed risky, especially since the main bully appeared to be related to the vice principal. Contacting the PE teacher might only escalate the situation more, or they would dismiss the matter as mere play.
Then, I spotted a fire extinguisher box in the corner. Perhaps I could use it to create a distraction by spraying it on them, giving the young man a chance to escape. However, I had no idea how to use it.
My mind race, searching for another solution, I remembered the chili powder I kept in my pocket for self-defense, just yesterday after doing my research on gangs. But it's a spray, which means I need to get closer to them to use it, which would be dangerous. I can help people, but not at the cost of my safety.
Though it's a spray, it might still be effective if used wisely. But then I saw the rusty iron bucket in front of the washroom. Without hesitation, I dashed toward it and began filling the bucket at the tap.
Although the building was rarely used for classrooms, it was still stocked with supplies, conveniently located on the first floor. So, essentials like electricity and water were still available.
As I opened the spray and mixed all the chili powder with it, the bucket felt heavy as I dragged it to the rally, my skirt getting wet along the way. Using all my strength, I placed it at the rally and then carefully threw it at the girl in the center. Before the boys could react, I threw the remaining water on them. However, I miscalculated and there was little water left for third guy . Which would effect his vision longer to give that boy a chance to escape , so I threw the bucket at him.
Ouch!
I hadn't planned on throwing the bucket, but my body moved before I could think, and surprisingly, It hit him perfectly - must be his destiny
It must have hurt; the bucket was made of Iron after all.
But good for me! I didn't like that narcissistic bastard. He once collided with Ayaka and stepped on her precious energy conservation project. Because of him , She get low grade and cry all night
That time me and Nozomi both was angry on him, and was planning for revenge , But Ayaka stop us -lucky bastard
We were planning on making him backstand and circle whole school , naked and then Burn him alive
It's only Iron bucket today , So yeah!
lucky ! lucky! lucky!
Okay, let's be serious .I'm not one for revenge, but if destiny gives me the chance, I would gladly take it.
'There's honor in vengeance.' I thought imagining myself wearing military clothes , saluting the UNIVERSE
He must have been born after the death of 100 leeches, 200 cockroaches, and 300 lizards. He should go on a tour of the earth and find that one tree responsible for his oxygen cycle and apologize to it.
Blegh!
And now, here I am.