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Amamiya (Y/N) is the fearless and intimidating Student Council President of Mizo Middle School with a reputation of being a ruthless tyrant especially to rule-breakers. She had a deep hatred for delinquents and would ditch them...
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"YOU SURE have the fucking galls to come here," Baji spat donning his usual antagonistic nature once he saw me appear in front of the doorstep one Sunday morning after he swung the door open.
I snorted through my nose and glowered at his ever-so-rude attitude. "Geez, thanks for the warm welcome. Do you think I want to be here? You wish," I shot back with an eye roll. I raised my hand and showed him a pastry box. "Is Ryoko-san here? My grandmother asked me to give these daifukus to her."
Baji turned his gaze at the box and only stared at it for a brief moment before scratching his head. He just clicked his tongue in resignation and pushed the door wider. "She's in the kitchen. Come on in," he said reluctantly. After shutting the door, he turned his back on me and walked ahead first.
"Pardon the intrusion." Leaving my shoes neatly in the foyer, I followed Baji inside the apartment toward the kitchen area where I spotted his mother busy putting some of the groceries in the refrigerator.
"Who's at the door, Keisuke?" Ryoko-san asked unhurriedly without looking at her son. She was still unaware of my presence.
"It's your favorite guest, Y/N," Baji responded in distaste as if my name sounded like a curse to him. This asshole. I fought the urge not to pull his stupid long black hair and kneed him on his groin to kill off his future descendants. He might produce an offspring with the same caliber as his and wreak havoc on society.
"What, really?" Ryoko-san stopped arranging the groceries and spun her body around just as quickly. Her haggard face immediately brightened up the moment she saw me standing next to Baji. "Oh my, Y/N-chan! It's good to see you!"
"Good day, Ryoko-san," I greeted the older woman with a polite bow and handed over the pastry box to her. "They're daifuku. Grandma made them herself and she was hoping you'd like them. She said they're your favorite sweets."
Ryoko-san looked surprised at first but couldn't be any happier upon receiving the wagashi (eng. Japanese sweet). She was swayed by my grandmother's thoughtfulness. "Chiyo-san is so thoughtful! Please tell her my thanks, Y/N-chan!" she said gratefully. "I'll return the favor to her next time."
I smiled and nodded. "I'll make sure to pass the message to Grandma."
Ryoko-san carefully placed the pastry box on top of the kitchen counter before darting her eyes at her son. "Hey, Keisuke! What on earth are you still standing over there? Go and study with Y/N-chan! Your midterm exams are coming up, right? I'll make some snacks for you two."
Before Baji could say something stupid, I swiftly intervened in their conversation, "Thank you, Ryoko-san! Baji-kun and I will be going to his room now!" I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him out of the kitchen area until we came to his room.
