Monday, Oct 9, 2023, 15:48:06 

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Film Club's Activity Record

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" Agh, you don't get it! you should be facing this way! The lighting needs to be brighter! That angle is trash, change it!", " Shut up, I'm trying here! It's my first day and you already expect me to do good?!" I shouted at the petite girl in front of me, in my mind begging for her annoying screeching to stop. " When I was in my first year, I did all the lighting, filming and directing of the club!" The girl said in a prideful tone, with hints of longing and reminisce, " ...Are you sure you were a newbie? You did all that work as a first year? Didn't you question why they put all the work on you?" I ask her worryingly, concerned for her past experiences.

" Heh, I'm sure that it's from my amazing talent and looks!" The girl proudly boasted, seemingly unaware of her past seniors motives. I can already imagine their smiling faces after getting this pushover of pushovers.

Sigh.

" Yeah yeah, bet it's your "amazing super awesome talent" that they let you do their work." I reply slovenly, " So you do get it! I always knew you were cool!" She praised me in an awfully compassionate tone, which isn't like her. Creepy.

" Hey, don't speak to me like that. It gives me the chills.", " I was being honest you know!" She retorted while pouting, feeling a little betrayed. " Well yeah, since the first time I met you, you acted like a little cu-".

" Uh uh uh, no bad language in the club, mister delinquent!" She interrupts me, which looked similar to a mother scolding her misbehaving child.

I looked at her, silently judging. " Hey you use swears too.", " Well It's okay when I do it, cause' I'm the president!" She replied in a cocky voice, with her head held up high laughing.

...Are you waiting for shit to land on your head or something?

" Anyways, you need to work on your skills, Osamu!" The petite brunette veered back to the previous topic. " This is completely unacceptable for a Film Club Member! Even a pig could do better than this!"

" Damn, you d-d-did not just say that. How could you!" I cry out like a little bitch, hiding my head with the sleeves of my uniform.

" I know you're faking it blondie, stop that shoddy acting! You're a disgrace to the entirety of men as a whole!" 

" Shut it Minato, I was trying to make you a villain in a soap opera!" I retorted to the little blonde in front, looking over me. 

'" Five" 

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What? Five? What did that mean? Did it have some sort of secret meaning? The definition of five is: equivalent to the sum of two and three; one more than four, or half of ten; 5. Or a group or unit of five people or things. So what could it mean? Is it the number of objects in her field of vision? Maybe she saw something with the number "5" in the back. Or is it-

" Five apology letters should be submitted to me by tomorrow." Uttered in a cold, demeaning tone. She was mad, I forgot she hated soap operas.

" Ahahaha, I'm sorry prez' I was acting out." I sincerely apologize to her, bowing my head to a 90° angle. 

" Well since you're being this cute and all, I'll reduce it to, mmm... Maybe three? Two? Yeah two sounds great. Aren't I such a kind and good president?", " Yeah yeah, but why didn't you mention-" 

Hardworking. Yeah she was hard working alright. In the past few days I knew her, she's always been slumped with work. Is this dedication or obsession? 

" Mmm? What were you about to say?" She questioned me in a gentle voice, crouching with her legs closed.

" It's a miracle I even got accepted to the club." I quickly change the topic, hiding the embarrassing thought from earlier.

" You should be grateful I let you in. Otherwise, your credit would've dropped to the gutter if not for me!"

Yeah, she's right. I was supposed to be suspended after a fight I had with an upperclassman.

So let's go back in time for a little bit.

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Five days before.

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Wednesday, Oct 4, 2023, 09:51:28 

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" Hey, what's the problem with ya Osamu! Checking out my girl like that, you bitch!" And here he goes again. It's early in the morning, start of second period history. The teacher is usually late by about five to ten minutes. It seems he's taking longer this time around, which caused one of the dumbas- I mean the wanna-be delinquent students to come up to me. He's quite famous, or infamous? I'm not sure but he's well known in the area for apparently beating a third-year in a fight.

He always keeps picking fights with me when there's free time, it's just becoming so annoying. I didn't even look at his girlfriend, I was watching the scenery outside the window! And she's near the backdoor! 

Why are high school students so dumb!? Causing a commotion first thing in the morning! Now I look like a prick, what are the chance of me getting huzz now?

Alright, I've made up my mind! I'm gonna beat this little shit senseless after school. 

" ...Come see me after school, let's fight." I glare at him with an annoyed look, causing the not so tough looking student to flinch and step backwards. He responds with a fiery look, " S-Sure, let's meet at the 8/11 near the station. I'll make sure you can't show your face at school ever again." Said in a cocky voice, but I can feel his words have a hint of fear and uncertainty mixed in it. He's scared.

Pussy.

" Hmph, all bark, no bite." I return the favor, by riling him up even more. " You piec-"

" Please go back to your assigned seats, today's class is starting." Just as he was about to fire back at me, the teacher, Mr. Takaba finally arrived. Nice timing baldie.

As the students began going back to their seats, the student who picked a fight with me, Furushi Yohan, is now scowling at my direction. I think he's going to seriously bring a knife to this fight, with how he's staring at me. Ugh, I should pretend to sleep. 

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Five minutes pass.

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Did he stop glaring at me yet? 

I question as I raise my head. Andddddd, nope he's still looking at me. Damn is he not going to let it go!? I make a bewildered expression but quickly hid my face on the desk again, pretending to go back to sleep.

As this was going on, a female student looked at the interactions of the two with curiosity. 

" Hmm, I wonder why does Shu-san get provoked like that daily?", " Trust me, you don't want to know." Another student responded to her question, tilting his head backwards from his seat." They say that if you even look at his direction for a millisecond, he gets pissed, so a lot of people don't believe it, try it and find out the hard way.", " Not that. I mean how did he get that reputation? Like he's a battle god of some sorts." 

The student looks at her all strangely. " You don't know about what he did in middle school?", " No, I don't. I'm not from this area." Then the student suddenly had an epiphany, " Ah, that's why! You're from Saitama." 

" Yeah, so I don't know shit.", " Shit?!" He shouted, as he didn't expect such words to be said by a refined beauty like her. " I said shit, what's the problem?", " N-Nothing, Hikaru. Anyways-"

" Hello there Mr. Shit." 

" EEK!" It seems like Takaba has a habit of interrupting students when they're talking. " You're coming with me to the office after this class young man." 

" Come on sir, I said ship! Like we were talking about our favorite ships!" He lied right out of his ass, maybe he was expecting he that he wouldn't need to go to the councilor. But Takaba knew. " Ships alright, do you know the name of a ship called "shit?".

" I'm sorry for my mistake sir!" He apologized while clasping his hands together, making a clear "clap" sound ringing throughout the whole classroom.

" Oof, bad luck for you dude. That's what you get for being seated with a cutie like Tetsukawa." Osamu muttered under his breath, hoping for no one to catch it. But it seems his comment earned a chuckle from Hikaru.

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After School

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Wednesday, Oct 4, 2023, 15:52:37

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Ahhh, this was a bad idea. I might lose this time. I haven't fought in a while after all, the last one I had was in my second-year of middle school. Maybe I should use "it". No that would be too overkill, I might actually off the guy! I should just run away.

Sigh.

I walk into the somewhat empty parking lot of the store, scattered were some rubbish, then I saw Furushi was there, warming up doing static stretches. He seems to not notice me. This is a good chance to run away, so run right now! But why won't my legs move? Am I this much of a coward? Am I really scared of a guy who's got a smaller build than me, low quality dyed hair and rocking sambas? Fuck no, I'm beating this guy up to a pulp. Come on, fighting! You've got this!

I take a casual stance, putting both my hands in my pocket, leaned a bit backwards and started walking. " Hey, I'm here. Glad you didn't back out.", " Of course I wouldn't. I mean if I really would do that, my reputation would hit rock bottom. At least I want to save face by actually fighting you."

Furushi answered truthfully, which actually surprised me. I thought he wouldn't show up, running away with his tail between his legs.

It seems like he has some backbone, unlike me.

" Haha, then shall we start?" I say to him, letting out a small chuckle. While this was going on Furushi seemed to have a lot on his mind. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. fuck! I didn't expect for him actually to show up! I was only stretching cause' I was getting bored. Now he seems sure that I'm ready to fight! Maybe I can talk him out of this, I only agreed to this fight for a dare anyways. He'll understand right? The glaring back then was just an act, you know!?

" Hey, maybe we ca-" Instead of listening to his words, Osamu quickly ran towards him at a frightening speed, interrupting his proposal. Osamu throws out a left hook straight at Furushi's face, but surprisingly he dodged it, stumbling a bit before regaining his ground, which he used as a chance to look at his oppressor and speak to him.

" Whoa, you scared me there! Let me get re-" He cuts him off again, throwing out a front kick to the guy's stomach, but Furushi seemed to miraculously block it with his elbows which threw him, back first to a nearby light pole nearly knocking him unconscious. Osamu, is now readying his stance again after being a wee bit unbalanced, while looking at his enemy.

" Phew, you're tougher than you look, Furushi. I am a bit surprised you actually managed to last this long. Stand proud, you are strong." Osamu said genuinely, he cared that he showed up to the fight.

His experience with fights isn't always like this, a bunch of other students say that they want to fight but actually don't show up, saying things like ' Osamu is as strong as a gorilla!", " Osamu is like a black belt in judo!" Which led to his ever growing reputation as the Demon King of Midorishino.

Just because he was taller than average, had wide shoulders, often skipped school and had bleached hair, they thought he was a member of a gang. But actually, it's just remnants of his past wanna-be delinquent side. He was in love with a girl in middle school, like full head over heels for her. But he accidentally overheard her conversation with a friend saying that she liked delinquents. Which led to him dying his hair and building his muscles up. But after he confessed to her in his second year he got rejected, because, guess what? She already had a boyfriend, and to top it all off he was muscular, blonde, dark skinned and a delinquent! A full fledged one! After her boyfriend found out about it, he made his way to Osamu to fight him.

Osamu, scared shitless back then secretly brought a knuckleduster, hiding it under bandages on his arm. They fought and surprise surprise, Osamu won and got the Battle God reputation!

He only knew how to fight a little bit cause' of his obsession with shounen manga back then.

Fuck I actually won that!? He thought to himself back then.

He was revered back when he was a middle schooler. Of course who wouldn't? He beat a guy taller and stronger than him, in a "fair and square" fight. That reputation of his carried over in Midorishino High, where it continued to spiral out of control, where it resulted in him being left out of almost everybody's friend radar, leading him to become a loner.

Which has us here now, where Osamu is staring at Furushi after beating him up. Furushi is quite, scared shitless by this dude.

Who would expect anybody to just rush in like that!? Fuck, he wouldn't even listen to me, this guy is as crazy as the rumors say! His reputation as a Raijin were not exaggerated after all. The skinny third year I beat up can't even match this guy! Dang, I'm all out of options, guess' I should just throw a punch at him to see if it lands! May the gods be with me!

He did exactly as he thought, Furushi let out a groan before letting out a pathetic punch, which actually hit Osamu in the jaw! He saw a faint glimmer of light, in this shitty situation.

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But, why didn't he flinch? His mouth bled a little bit, but he never flinched. He only glared at him, silently with a darkened face. Furushi looked at the boy, who was barely human in his mind, with fear. Furushi stared at his black eyes, feeling entranced as if he was gazing into the abyss. He was being pulled in to the darkness. Being dragged down to the depths of the blackness, that was Shu Osamu. The murky feeling he had all this time was from him. The bad tingle he often got when he was waiting, it was a sign from his body to run away. Far away. From the monster. 

Shu Osamu.

There he realized.

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" Ah, I'm screwed." 

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Pax Vobiscum

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peace (be) with you