𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙽𝙰𝙶𝙴 𝙳𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙱𝙰𝙶 ,, high&low

chapter eight | duck eat duck world

With the kitchen slightly less chaotic as I had to wait a few hours to do anything more with what I was baking, I placed the used glass mixing bowls in the large sink and settled down to study Japanese Building Code. Which is not fun and quite frankly made me reconsider my entire major the second the teacher gave us a copy of the book.

Everything was going somewhat okay before a kid wrapped in layers of blankets came storming into the kitchen looking for Fujio.

"Oh dear god." Murayama groaned "I don't have the patience for this, what has he done now?"

"Where the hell are my clothes?!" The unnamed boy shouted before Fujio burst out into laughter

"Hang on." I said, confusion marring my features. "What do you mean 'where the hell are your clothes'?"

The boy shook his head in anger. "We were playing beer pong last night, and Kiyoshi and I were like, totally hammered-"

"'Cause all the first years are lightweights." Fujio interrupted, promptly earning him a smack in the head.

"Anyways," the unnamed boy continued "Nakaoka said that Shibaman said that we were going to go streaking, crash one of the other schools."

I snorted "You believed him?"

"Well" Tsukasa grinned "They were piss drunk and it was pretty funny seeing how worked up Nakaoka was."

"Turns out, it was a bold faced lie Hanoaka over here came up with, and then he and that dorky friend of his, what's his name, the one we almost killed a few months ago... oh, Jamuo! Yeah, Fujio and Jamuo ran off with my clothes, supposedly to get me back for something I can't even remember doing!"

"You almost killed him!" Fujio shouted back.

I stood up abruptly, my hardcover copy of the couple-thousand-page Building Code clattering to the floor with a loud thump. "First of all, I don't even know who you are."

The boy smiled, extending a hand from the mound of blankets he was wrapped in. "Yasushi."

I shook my head, staring at his hand. "I think I'll pass. Second of all, Fujio, give the poor kid his clothes back."

"Yeah, I'm not gonna do that." Fujio grinned childishly, earning himself yet another slap in the head.

"Fujio, give Yasushi his fucking clothes, or I swear to god-"

Before I could finish, the door flew open, Furuya rushing into the kitchen. His usual bowling shirt was untucked, a small trickle of red blood dripping down the corner of his lip. "Murayama-san, you might want to come outside." We all sat up a little straighter, panic blossoming on Yasushi's face as he realized he still had no clothes to put on. "I'll get the little twerp some clothes, but the rest of you should hurry up and haul ass to the courtyard."

"Why?" Murayama asked, shoving more stir fry in his mouth and getting to his feet, all to eager to get away from his literature homework. "What's happening?"

"We're under attack." Furuya shouted before quickly running back down the hallway through which he came.

We hurried out of the kitchen, watching all the other students panicking or in various states of hyping each other up before the fight began. Outside in the courtyard, a sea of guys in yellow sweatshirts and chino pants were marching across the field as we met Todoroki in the middle, standing in a wall-like formation. I tried to sink towards the back but Murayama reached fro my hand, pulling me to stand next to him. We Oya students walked forwards to meet the other school in the middle, Murayama moving to stand almost nose-to-nose with a scruffy redhead who was at least one head taller than him. Murayama had to look upwards to meet the other guy's gaze, and quite frankly it was kind of sad.

"Since when were there girls at Oya?" The redhead sneered, looking in my direction

Murayama grinned. I'd never seen him in an all-out brawl before but if the pictures taken at the Container Fight meant anything, then we were in for a show. "Since Dori-chan proved that she could wipe out most of this year's incoming and outgoing classes."

Untrue, but I thanked him for the sentiment.

Muryama took a step back before screaming to the rest of the crowd:

"Let's get these assholes!"