(Mikey x Nerd Reader) The Gangster and the Nerd

Chapter 1

(A/N): It's been so long since I've written a story or a new anime. I finally finished the show and got inspired to write a classic case of opposites attract. Without further Ado, enjoy~

Warning: This has mentions of attempted rape. Read at your own discretion

'How did this happen?'

Is your initial thought when pushed down into the gravel by a group of third-year delinquents. They hover you with the most devilish grin. You can sense their arrogance oozing off them as they insult you, but their words enter one ear and out the other. Tears prick your eyes out of frustration to the question, and as you turn to face them, someone grabs you by the collar practically choking you.

"Quit crying ya wimp! This is what you get for bumping into me and spilling soda all over me." The leader of the groupie, Sato, ranted. "I-I said I was sorry." You dryly said. "Sorry doesn't cut it, sweetheart." One said. "Yeah, the boss doesn't accept that as compensation." Another interjected. You gulp hard wondering what exactly the man has in store for you in terms of forgiveness. "Th-then what?" You stammered. From the corner of your eye, you could see an evil gleam coming from the leader. "Well since you have a cute face..." He starts loosening his grip for his available hand to squeeze your cheeks together. "...and plump lips, I wonder how it feels to get sucked by them?"

Your stomach drops leaving you in a state of shock. Your entire body trembles. "No please, anything but that. I-I can do your homework instead. You won't ever have to worry about work or tests if you spare me." You bargained. The brutes become intrigued, second-guessing their options. "I think that's a good deal, boss. You are kind of flunking and we could use some help. I don't want to repeat the grade." You pray in hopes of the "boss" taking up the offer. "Fine! You can do all of our homework every day until graduation. You better not set us up for failure or we'll make you pay far worse than what we were gonna give ya." You nod in agreement before you're released along with a pile of their homework. You clench your fist tightly attempting to process everything. You felt partly relieved and frightened. Tears run down your face as you gather your belongings and adjust your glasses. You were tempted to burn all of their work and figure out another way to save yourself, but you were too much of a coward allowing the fear to consume you.

Once collected, you dust yourself off and head onto the streets with your head hanging low. As if one problem wasn't enough you bumped into another inconvenience calling your name. Looking over your shoulder, you're met with your classmate, Mikey, and his companion, Draken. "Yo, (Y/N)~" He greeted. "M-Mikey and Draken? Hello." You acknowledged. "Are you heading home this late?" He asked. "Yeah, I had an afternoon club." You responded. Mikey, a classmate that never shows up for attendance doing whatever he likes and is always escorted by Draken like some sort of bodyguard. He is also the complete opposite of Mikey. You've known the guy since elementary and not once are they apart. You found it endearing yet odd at the same time. "I see you're still boring." He smirked. You glare at the boy in offense. "I'm not boring! Unlike you, I'm trying to get ahead in life." You argued. Draken chuckles at the banter between the two of you. "There is nothing wrong with what (Y/n) wants to do, Mikey." He agreed. "Thank you, Draken."

"No problem, nerd." He teased. "Of course you are trying to get ahead, but I find it rather pointless. You can't have fun in school." He conveyed wearing a permanent bored expression. You fumed wanting to knock some sense to the blonde, but his attention moves to your scraped knees. "Hey, what happened to your knees?" His lifeless eyes scan your figure finding dirt-smudged all over your uniform. There were even a few scrapes on your face and your collar shriveled. Instantly, your guard rises recalling the events played minutes ago. You force a smile to keep the blonde from suspicion, "oh, I fell. Silly me, ya know? I can be really clumsy." You nervously laugh, but Mikey's glance wouldn't budge. They shift to your shriveled collar, but you were too careless to notice. "(Y/n)...you don't have to lie. Is someone picking on you?" You're taken aback by the change of his tone. It was as though someone had ruined his mood and it was intimidating.