In the hallway, the eyes of all the students stood still as they watched a certain guy walking unsteadily, using the wall for support. His fingers gripped the cool surface tightly, as if it was the only thing keeping him from collapsing again. His entire body looked weak and drained—like a deflated balloon that had lost all its air or a punctured tire barely rolling forward. He seemed so frail that even the gentlest breeze could knock him over.
Each step was a struggle, his legs trembling beneath him. Then, one of the students seemed to recognize him and whispered to the person beside him, "Hey, isn't that Ezakiel, the foreign guy from Class E?"
"So that's the foreign guy? The rich one who's really introverted?"
"Yep, that's him."
"What happened to him?"
"Who knows?!"
Ezakiel groaned internally. That woman is a damn suction cup in human form!
He had completely miscalculated her stamina. He had assumed she would be satisfied after one round, but she had kept going—past nine rounds. At some point, he had stopped counting altogether.
I had no idea she was that thirsty… I can barely feel my legs!
Then, suddenly—his knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the floor. A deep breath left his lungs as he lay there, his entire body aching. His muscles burned with exhaustion, and his back stung from the scratch marks he had received. Every small movement sent jolts of pain through him.
I will not do this ever again!
Slowly, he forced himself to sit up, though his body was still shaking. He glanced at the students staring at him and scowled. "Hey, why are you all looking at me? Mind your fricking business!"
He already had enough on his plate—he didn't need any gossiping on top of it.
Then, a concerned voice called out from behind him.
"Are you okay? You look… how do I say this?"
Ezakiel lifted his head slightly and turned toward the source of the voice.
Standing before him was a beautiful girl, tall and graceful, with long, silky black hair cascading down her shoulders, reaching just below her waist. Her deep, dark eyes held a calm yet piercing gaze, as if they could see right through him.
Her flawless skin was almost porcelain-like, her features delicate yet striking. There was an elegance in the way she stood, a quiet confidence that made her presence impossible to ignore. She wore the school uniform—a crisp white shirt tucked into a neatly buttoned red blazer, paired with a long black skirt.
For a moment, Ezakiel just stared at the girl. Then, his eyes widened in fear, and he swallowed hard.
And why wouldn't he?
The person standing before him was none other than Tsumi Hoda—a yandere. And not just any yandere, but one of the worst among all the yanderes in anime.
He needed to get out of here. Immediately.
This girl was completely unhinged. Like most magical girls, she was emotionally detached from almost everyone. The only two things that ever evoked real emotions in her before the main protagonist appeared were her older sister, Yuki Hoda, and her pet hamster—a tiny male creature she had loved dearly… until one day, it showed affection toward her classmates.
And Tsumi hadn't liked that.
Not one bit.
So, in true yandere fashion, she strangled the poor thing to death with her bare hands, then buried it in her garden as if it had never existed.
To make things worse, she was extremely abusive. She tried to hide it from others, but anyone who truly knew her was aware of her violent nature. The only reason she restrained herself from hurting Tatsuya, the protagonist, was because the other magical girls would tear her apart if she did.
Of course, it had to be her. Out of all the yanderes I could have met… just my damn luck, Ezakiel groaned internally.
"I prefer if you don't speak to me," he said flatly.
"Why so hostile? I'm trying to help you, you know," Tsumi replied, tilting her head slightly, her tone disturbingly sweet.
"I don't need your help," Ezakiel muttered, turning away and walking off without another glance.
Tsumi blinked at his reaction.
"He… he just ignored Tsumi Hoda!" one of the spectators gasped.
"I know, right? That's absurd!" another whispered.
Tsumi Hoda was considered one of the most beautiful girls in the school. Any boy would die just for the chance to talk to her, let alone date her. Even some male teachers seemed to share the same admiration for her.
And yet, Ezakiel had not only ignored her—he had acted rudely toward her.
The hallway buzzed with disbelief.
Then, in a voice that was still unnervingly calm, Tsumi spoke.
"Well, Mr. Rude," she called out, tilting her head slightly. "I'd prefer if you apologized."
"And why would I do that? I'm Ezakiel. I only take, not give," he said without looking back. Besides, I already know you don't actually need an apology, you crazy girl.
Then, suddenly—
A hulking student stepped in front of him, his face twisted in anger. He was massive, towering over Ezakiel with thick, corded muscles and a buzz cut.
"I just saw what you did to Tsumi! How dare you act like that toward her?!" the hulking student growled.
Ezakiel sighed, already exhausted.Oh, great.
"And who are you?" he asked, his tone clearly annoyed. He just wanted to rest under a tree, not deal with this nonsense.
"I am Hiro Hiroshi! From Class B, second year!" the hulking student declared, striking a pose as if his name alone should send shockwaves through the room.
Ezakiel blinked, unimpressed. "Never heard of you," he said flatly. "Now move aside."
Hiro's face darkened with rage. "What did you just say?!"
Ezakiel sighed, rubbing his temples. "Listen carefully. I don't care who you are, and I don't care how highly you think of the girl behind me. I'll say this a second and only time—move. Unless you want me to—"
"Unless what, you bastard?!" Hiro interrupted, stepping closer, his massive fists clenching. "You seem pretty full of yourself!"
I'm going to teach this guy a lesson he'll never forget for disrespecting Tsumi-san! Hiro thought, his muscles tensing as he prepared to strike.
Ezakiel, noticing the clenched fists, smirked slightly. "Do you have any idea who you're facing right now?"
Hiro scoffed. "Oh? Do enlighten me."
Ezakiel crossed his arms and leaned slightly forward. "You see, I come from a very rich family. I have lots of influential people in my contacts. Imagine this—one day, you're just walking down the road, minding your own business... and then BAM!"
Hiro flinched at the sudden shift in Ezakiel's tone.
"A truck comes out of nowhere and hits you full force. Your body is crushed instantly, your bones shattering, your flesh torn apart. The tires grind your remains into the pavement until you're nothing but a bloody paste—your internal organs scattered like spilled garbage."
Ezakiel tilted his head slightly, his voice eerily calm. "Now... take a moment to picture that scene."
Hiro's fists loosened. His face paled.
"Think carefully, my friend," Ezakiel continued. "Once that punch of yours lands on me, you won't be alive long enough to throw another one."
Hiro swallowed hard, but he forced himself to glare. "Y-You're bluffing…"
Ezakiel exhaled through his nose, his expression unreadable. "Do I look like someone who bluffs?"
Hiro didn't answer.
"But if you really want to find out," Ezakiel said, spreading his arms slightly, "then go ahead."
Hiro stood frozen, still trying to process Ezakiel's words. But his pride wouldn't let him back down. With a growl, he swung his fist forward, aiming straight for Ezakiel's face.
However, Ezakiel had no intention of taking the hit. At the last second, he effortlessly dodged the punch, stepping to the side with ease. Before Hiro could react, Ezakiel countered with a brutal punch of his own, striking Hiro square in the ribs.
"You idiot," Ezakiel scoffed. "Did you really think I'd just stand there and let you hit me?"
Before Hiro could even regain his balance, Ezakiel followed up with a swift kick to his jaw. The impact was devastating—a sickening crack echoed through the hallway as Hiro's jaw snapped, and he collapsed onto the ground, writhing in agonizing pain.
Ezakiel looked down at him, unimpressed. "Now, stay down. Otherwise… well, you already know," he said coolly.
Then, as if to add insult to injury, he spat on Hiro's face before turning away and continuing down the hallway.
Meanwhile, the students who had been silently watching the entire exchange started whispering among themselves, though this time, their murmurs were laced with fear.
And why wouldn't they be afraid?
Hiro was known as one of the toughest students in the entire school—a powerhouse no one dared to challenge. Yet Ezakiel had humiliated him effortlessly.
From that moment on, the students came to a silent agreement.
It was best to stay as far away from Ezakiel as possible.
Meanwhile, Tsumi's mind was racing with thoughts, though none of them had anything to do with concern for Hiro.
She was intrigued.
The entire ordeal had been… unexpected.
Ordinary people usually acted sweet and obedient around her, doing whatever she wanted like loyal dogs eager for her so-called affection—just like that fool Hiro had. They craved her approval, bent over backward to please her.
But Ezakiel?
Ezakiel was different.
He didn't care for her presence, and more importantly, he was vicious.
There was something about him that felt off. Something beyond what met the eye.
I'm going to keep an eye on that guy.
Still, for now, she had to maintain appearances. The false façade of the cheerful, kind, and helpful girl—the one everyone loved.
She walked over to Hiro, who was still groaning in pain, and crouched beside him, her expression laced with manufactured sadness.
"I'm really pleased that you tried to defend my honor," she said softly. Then, in a sadder tone, she added, "But I also feel awful about what happened to you because of me."
Hiro tried to respond, but all that came out was incoherent gibberish. His broken jaw made sure of that.
"It's not your fault, Tsumi!" one of the spectators spoke up.
"Yeah!" another chimed in.
"It's that bastard Ezakiel's fault!" someone growled.
"That's right! We should inform the principal about this!" another voice added. "If Hiro got beaten up today, then any one of us could be next!"
"Let's go together!" another declared.
Tsumi immediately raised a hand, stopping them. "Wait!" she said, her voice gentle but firm. "If you're going to inform the principal, then let me do it."
She folded her hands together as if pleading. "After all, this happened because of me… At the very least, it would ease my heart if I were the one to report it. Please, I beg you all!"
The students glanced at one another, exchanging silent nods. Tsumi was one of the most popular students in the school—no one could deny her requests.
"Alright, Tsumi."
"If that's what you want."
"You're so kind, Tsumi!"
Tsumi gave them all a warm, grateful smile.
"Thank you, everyone!" she said sweetly.
But inside, she was smirking.
Now, time to pull some strings.