Your Life in Class 3-E

Old Frenemies Time

(Your Pov)

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I sighed as I wiped the counter at the bakery. It's been such a long day, and I'm tired even though it was still 5 in the afternoon. 

"(y/n)~" My boss popped into my view. "How are you feeling? You look tired."

"I'm fine," I gave her a closed eye smile. 

"Hmph," she crossed her arms as if she didn't believe me. "Well, I'll be in the back baking, so if you need me, just call like last time." Then she waltzed away.

"You're the boss," I murmured and grinned. The doorbell rang. "Welcome to-" I stopped. If you think that the new customer is Karma again, your wrong.

"Well, well, well, it's (y/n) trying to build up her potential," a smug voice said. Akemi Yamada and her group of friends stepped into the bakery. 

"Uh- hi, how can I help you?" I pretended not to know them. 

Akemi walked to the counter and leaned in until she only had to whisper in order for me to hear her. 

"Oh, don't play dumb with me," she sneered, and I can smell sour bubblegum just rotting in her mouth. Her words reflect that. "You know that the school rules say that you can't work at this age, and yet look at you! I was very pissed off that the principle will show mercy on a wreck like you and send you to E class."

The girls giggled in the background. 

I stared dead center into her eyes. "If this were a Judo match, you'd be on a stretcher, ready to be shipped off to the hospital."

Akemi backed off a bit before rolling her eyes. "Wow, (y/n). Can't think of a better comeback? No wonder why you got sent to E class."

It's my turn to roll my eyes. Apparently, she didn't like it and she grabbed a lock of my hair and pulled hard. I winced at the pain. 

"Don't you dare roll your eyes at me, Master Judo," she hissed and a whiff of sour bubblegum attacked me again. 

"And yet you did the same thing," a familiar voice said. I looked behind Akemi's shoulder and saw Karma, holding a carton of strawberry milk while casually leaned against the glass wall. 

"Karma...?" I said hesitantly. The girls in the corner squealed. 

Akemi immediately released my hair and put on her cute act. "Uh, hi! My name is Akemi Yamada, and I go to Kunugigaoka-"

"If you're trying to impress me, it's not working," Karma interrupted. "Tell you what, if you like me so much, then do me a favor."

Akemi and the girls were definitely listening. 

"Forget that (y/n) has a job and get out of this place."

"What?" Akemi yelped in surprise. 

"I said, forget that (y/n) has a job and get out of here. It's not like you have a hearing problem or something," Karma said bluntly, sipping his milk.

The girls pouted, and Akemi turned to me and glared. "If you think you won this match, you're wrong. You just have this cute boy to defend your pitiful self."

"Yap, yap, yap. Just leave already, okay?" I shooed her away, and she huffed and turned on her heels and stalked away. 

"Sheesh, you E class people are so weak," the red-haired sadist commented lazily. "I had to defend Nagisa from a bunch of  C class jerks in the subway station earlier today. What a pain."

I sighed. "Karma, why are you here, exactly?" 

"Hm? To get some of that pudding cake that's on sale."