Yuuto went down the stairs, noting that Kaede was not at home.
'She's not home...?' he thought as he looked around, his eyes landing on the picture of Hiroki's late father.
'Right. She has to work. No one else but her to make ends meet... Yet she found time to stay with me three days in the hospital?' His eyes narrowed in thought.
Yuuto sighed deeply as he picked up the image of Hiroki's father.
'...One cock away. Remember, just one cock away from me ending up in the streets. She's not worth any kind of awe or admiration,' he reminded himself as he studied Hiroki's father's portrait.
'Just what did you do to this woman to make her give you two children that are faithfully yours? Did you have the magnum opus galactus destroyer as your junk or what?' He mused, raising an eyebrow as he scrutinized the image.
'And what kind of father were you to make your son dye his hair to match yours?' He thought, staring blankly at the image for a few seconds.
'Hmph. I'm overthinking it, most likely. Considering this is an NTR manga world, it's probably like that to make the reader more attached to the protagonists so that it will hurt more when everyone is taken away. That must be it. No other reason, and no reason to attach any special meaning to this,' he concluded as he placed the image back, turning to face the door to leave the house.
'Well, about Kaede Morii, it's not like I'm actually worried about her. She's a grown woman and, as much as I hate it, above me and the other slut in the pecking order in this household. If she wants to fuck someone and toss me out, that's up to her,' he figured as he approached the door.
"Hm...? It's still open?" Yuuto thought as he tugged at the door, noticing it wasn't fully closed. As he pulled it open, he saw Kaede outside in her work attire, deep in conversation with a handsome mailman. Her back was to Yuuto as he stepped outside, quietly shutting the door behind him.
"And then, get this he—... Uhh..." The mailman's words trailed off as his eyes landed on Yuuto, and his piercing calm gaze. The mailman's abrupt pause made it clear to Kaede that something—or someone—had caught his attention.
"I-I'll see you later...! Miss Morii!" The mailman stammered, hastily making his exit.
Kaede turned around just in time to see Yuuto.
'Ahh, so that's why he left so abruptly... With Hiroki always driving away anyone who shows the slightest interest in me, I suppose I've gained that kind of reputation...' she thought, a mix of exasperation and frustration in her sigh.
She braced herself, anticipating Hiroki's approach and the familiar protective spiel about being the only one to look after her since his father's passing. She expected him to question her long conversation with the mailman, which would only delay her further from going to work.
"Ahh, Hiroki! It was just that the mailman had a lot of things for me and—"
"I'm heading out. Good day," Yuuto interrupted, his voice flat as he brushed past her without a second glance.
"Eh...?" Kaede blinked in surprise, thrown off by his unexpected indifference.
"Hiroki...?" Kaede called softly, causing him to halt and turn his head slightly towards her.
"What is it?" His tone was casual, almost detached.
"O-oh... N-nothing... Have a great day!" She managed, her initial frustration giving way to a pang of worry. She watched him for a moment longer as he nodded and walked away.
'...I suppose he'll start walking home alone now... Especially since he and Nao-chan aren't together anymore...' she thought, a trace of sadness tinting her reflections.
'But I wonder...' Her eyes followed his retreating figure, noting the calm set of his face as he focused on the path ahead.
'Why do I feel like I don't need to worry too much? Yet, just because of that, I find myself worrying even more...'
From a distant corner, a figure lurked in the shadows, observing the entire scene unfold...
'This guy... That can't be Hiroki, right...?' Nao thought as she watched him from behind, puzzled by his unusual calmness and how he hadn't immediately and frantically shooed the mailman away. She gripped her backpack tightly, her frustration mounting.
'He... Removed the dye from his hair and changed his hairstyle...? And... Even removed the earring?' Nao thought, confused.
Later...
'Alright. Given this small build, I should prioritize bulking up before diving into muscle endurance training, but not too much to maintain flexibility. Judo is primarily about tolerance— not ideal for now. I should consider either a boxing gym... Or maybe just stick to calisthenics and focus on martial arts later... Yeah, that's a solid plan. Build muscle, but not excessively, to keep flexibility intact,' Yuuto strategized as he approached the school grounds.
"That Hiroki fucker... WHERE IS HE!!!? THERE'S TEN OF US NOW...!! WE'LL FUCK HIM UP!!" a tall senior bellowed, standing near the school entrance, his face contorted with rage as he stood with a group of ten.
"You can't miss that tiny prick with his blonde hair," another chimed in.
"That piece of shit beat up Nao-chan... And then our classmates. I won't forgive that bitch. We'll take him aside and fuck him up!!" the student declared enthusiastically, riling up the group around him.
Meanwhile, Yuuto, with his dark, smooth, cascading hair, walked past them unnoticed, entering the school grounds.
"Whoa... Who's that...? He looks good..." a girl murmured as she watched Yuuto breeze past the group.
"Huh!!? Rise-chan, FOCUS! What if Hiroki slips by without us noticing!!?" a senior admonished.
"Oh... Uh... Okay," she muttered, her frustration evident as she reluctantly tore her gaze from Yuuto's retreating figure.
Yuuto made his way into the school, drawing curious glances from his peers.
"I've never seen that guy before..."
"Who's that? Another transfer student?" the students whispered among themselves.
Yuuto entered his classroom just moments before the teacher arrived, stirring curiosity and whispers through the room. His gaze then landed on Hiroki's seat.
'....'
The desk was in disarray—graffiti scrawled across it, what looked like dirt stains marred the chair, and spit and trash littered the area. A foul smell wafted through the classroom as he approached.
"This guy's looking at Hiroki's seat...?"
"Wait... Look at him, I think that's Hiroki with dark hair...!"
"No way...!? He dyed his hair because he was scared?! He probably didn't want to be recognized after what he did to Nao-chan."
"Hehe... The teacher's going to walk in any minute now. And knowing our strict teacher, he won't care if Hiroki has to sit in that pile of garbage... He'll make him sit!" A student whispered, prompting giggles from the group as Yuuto reached his desk.
'They got creative this time, huh? They're even putting up with this stench just for me? I'm almost touched,' Yuuto thought, glancing briefly at his desk before turning his attention to the four students seated behind him.
They quickly averted their eyes, avoiding his gaze.
'...Not them, huh? Must've been the rest of the riffraff here,' Yuuto surmised as he scanned the classroom.
"What do you want, Hiroki? None of us had anything to do with it~" one student called out as Yuuto's gaze landed on him.
They all giggled silently, exchanging knowing looks.
'These bastards aren't even trying to hide it. So that's how you want to play it, you brats?'
Yuuto took a deep breath.
'Fine,'
He then turned away from his seat and left the classroom, his expression unreadable.
"We got him scared...!!" A student chuckled.
"Yeah. Even that bastard won't dare do anything against an entire class..."
"At this rate, he'll get expelled!" They all riled each other up, their ego skyrocketing with their success.
"As I thought, he's just a woman beater.
One minute later, the classroom door flew open with a dramatic crash.
Yuuto stood framed in the doorway, wielding a fire hose aimed directly at his seat from the entrance.
"H-HIROKI!?" a student yelled out in shock.
"Stop—that's insane!"
"YEAH, YOU'RE GOING TO SOAK STUDENTS WHO HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS, CALM DOWN!"
The crowd of students shuffled backward, expressions etched with alarm, as they watched Yuuto clutch the hose he had dragged from down the hall.
"Good point," Yuuto conceded. He whipped out a phone, snapped a photo of his chaotic desk, and tucked the device back into his pocket.
"Now..." His voice dropped to a mischievous whisper, a sinister grin spreading across his face.
"YIPEE-KA-YAY, MOTHERFUCKERS," he declared in a mock French accent, unleashing a torrent of water. The hose roared to life, spraying wildly across the room, drenching everyone and everything in its path.
"GETTING EXPELLED!? HAH, THE WORST I'LL GET IS A SUSPENSION NOW THAT I HAVE PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE!"
Yuuto chuckled to himself, spraying his seat relentlessly until the foul stench and the accumulated grime began to dissipate. As he cleared away the debris, remnants of trash began to flow towards the other students. They scrambled away from the path of the hose, but many still ended up drenched.
Most were in shock at the chaos unfolding before them.
"He's gone mad..."
"Completely lost his mind..."
They murmured to each other, eyes wide as Yuuto continued his assault on the remaining trash around his seat, his movements were then calm and methodical.
"He's definitely getting expelled this time..." they whispered, certain of his fate.