❝ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 ❞
𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙒𝙀𝘿𝙉𝙀𝙎𝘿𝘼𝙔
𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮
a story about two very different people...
Aoba Johsai High School was your typical average high school, filled with typical average classes, typical average teachers, and typical average students.
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Well, except for one...
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One 17 year-old boy stood out immensely from the rest of the crowd. He has wide purple eyes and straight silver hair styled in an undercut with a middle part. He also wears earrings on both ears, wearing black pants and a white collared shirt with a black long sleeved sweater over it. His face held a cold, blank expression as his black dress shoes clicked against the tiled floor of the hallway he was walking down.
All the kids who saw him coming, moved out of his way, and he blankly glanced around at his fellow peers.
The boy glanced at some worn down teachers who also gave him weird looks.
"...𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙖𝙙𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙢."
The school bell rang, and the boy noticed some jocks laughing and snickering as they walked away from a locker. He approached the locker and noticed how it had crude words and drawings on it.
He opened it, and a young boy in black shorts, and a white and black striped shirt fell out of the locker and onto the floor. The young boy has a prominent scar running from the back of his skull to the leftmost side of his face that slightly touches the corner of his left visually impaired eye. He had been tied up, and had an apple shoved in his mouth.
The boy's face didn't falter as he knelt down and pulled the apple out of the kid's mouth.
"I want names." He demanded
"I don't know who they were, honest. It all happened so fast." The younger one whimpered.
"Kurokawa Hitto, my little brother and my loyal servant, emotion equals weakness. Pull yourself together." The boy ordered as he untied him. Hitto kept whimpering. "Now."
He grabbed Hitto's hands, and suddenly, his head flew back, and he was hit by a vision.
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The jocks all laughed at Hitto and mocked him as they held his arms and tied him up.
"You scared, kid? Scared"
They shoved him in the locker and stuck an apple in his mouth, before laughing and shutting the door.
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The boy's head jerked forward, and Hitto looked up at him concerned. "You okay?" He asked.
He looked down at his brother and stood up. "Leave this to me." He said.
"Izana-nissan? What are you gonna do?" Hitto asked.
The boy named Izana turned to face his brother.
He gave him a small smirk. "𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙙𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩."
Izana climbed the stairs that led to the pool where the jocks were practising.
One of them took notice of his arrival. "Yo, Hanma-san, look. 'Hitto's' brother." He pointed.
Izana stood at the edge of the pool and stared down at the jocks.
"Hey freak!" Hanma called. "This is a closed practice."
He and the other jocks laughed, even though he didn't say anything funny, but Izana was unfazed.
"The only person who gets to torture my brother is me, peasants." He announced
He lifted up his arms to reveal two bags filled with piranhas in each hand. Immediately, the jocks faces fell, and they scrambled to get out of the pool.
Izana dropped the bags in, releasing the piranhas, who swam after the jocks.
Hanma managed to get to the ladder, but it was too late. One of the piranhas got ahold of him, and the pool water turned red, as he screamed in pain.
Izana just stood at the edge of the pool, watching the scene with a wicked smirk on his face.
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