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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...
Author's Note: Cussing. Profanities. Death of a character.
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IT WAS supposed to be Halloween on October 31st.
However, today's calendar date had arranged a rather different schedule for delinquents in the entire Shibuya District. With Toman accepting Valhalla's challenge for a full-scale brawl, these daredevil war freaks chose to use their fists and risk their lives on the battlefield to protect their gang's honor and prove their strength instead of taking part in the customary Halloween celebration.
Consequently, one of the leaders of the said participating gang came over to my house without any prior notice that particular autumn morning for a quick visit.
"Mikey! What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with your gang?" I asked in surprise as I rushed outside to meet him after receiving his phone call. Mikey, who was in his black gang uniform, was standing in front of the gate with his motorbike parked on the sidewalk.
"I will. But I want to see my girlfriend first," he said aloofly and then, added with a soft smile, "For good luck."
I blinked dramatically at his peculiar reasoning before letting out a light chuckle. "You dork. Wanna go inside and have dorayaki before you leave? I also happened to buy some at the convenience store earlier."
He shook his head and refused my offer. "No, it's alright. I won't be staying here for long."
"Oh, okay."
My eyes discreetly raked his entire appearance from head to foot. It only dawned on me that he was wearing his Toman uniform a bit differently than usual. I caught sight of his slightly exposed toned chest under his unfastened long black jacket with a sarashi (eng. bleached cloth) binding around his abdomen. I swallowed involuntarily and felt my face start to heat up like crazy. Why, he looked so damn hot! If Keiko was here, she would've thought the same thing. Why was he dressed up like that anyway?!? To draw unwanted attention?!?
Stop ogling him like a damn pervert, Y/N. Have some decency, bitch!
Thankfully, Mikey was completely oblivious that his shameless girlfriend was practically drooling over him at the moment. He just wrinkled his eyebrows as he shot me a puzzling look. "You okay, Y/N? Your face is red."
I unconsciously touched my flushed cheeks. "Do I? It must be the weather. Don't mind me," I said gingerly, faking out a laugh. I did not want to make him think that I was checking him out or else, he'll surely tease me incessantly, knowing how infuriating his blonde ass was.
"You sure you're not having a fever again?" he asked in a concerned tone. He was about to reach out for my face when I instinctively took a step backward to avoid his touch.
I flailed my hands in front of him, dismissing his worries. "I'm fine, Mikey, really. I'm not sick."
Although Mikey still looked unconvinced, he did not try to pursue the matter further. "Oh, okay. If you need anything, you can call Emma for help. You have her number, right?"
