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"How am I ever going to stop Mikey from meeting...what was his name..." Takemichi thought to himself, the drowning of his teacher teaching hardly registering in his mind.
Only a commotion outside brought him out of his thoughts, the door leading into his classroom snapping open.
"Hey Takemitchy." A voice caught his attention, the voice cutting off his teacher's mindless rambling.
Takemichi immediately flustered when he saw (Y/n) standing there, his uniform jacket, which obviously wasn't from this school, resting on his shoulder, his foot on a third year's face.
"Excuse me sir-" The teacher tried to get (Y/n) to leave the classroom, (Y/n) ignoring him.
Mikey appeared behind (Y/n), "Cmon Takemitchy! I want to play with you." Mikey encouraged him to follow.
Takemichi smiled nervously and apologetically to the teacher, quickly gathering his things and making his way out of the classroom.
Once they were out, (Y/n) closed the door into the room, Takemichi's eyes widening once more when he laid his eyes on what was outside the classroom.
Third years decorated the hallway floor, each of them groaning in pain, bruises decorating their faces.
"W-what happened out here?" Takemichi asked in fear, Draken nonchalantly shrugging.
