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i. crawl
THUD
BODYCOLLIDED ON THE stygian, polished tiled floor as foot of multiple students stomps the youth curled on the ground, covering itself, eyes squeezed tight shut in hopes for it to stop.
Ryota Suzui has lost.
Indebted, branded as an filthy bug below the feet and land of the humans of the high kingdom he's at called school.
An alma mater attended by childrens of known affluent individuals, entrepreneurs, and inspiring, predominant legistators since its inception.
They don't evaluate their pupils by extracurriculars, such things weren't important, for humans destined for power over others.
Negotiation, well-versed in tactics, reading a opponent, strength to grasp triumphs, even if it mean stepping on other people.
How will they obtain that?
Gambling.
Forced to roll to his back, eyes squeezed still shut, one of the tormentors pulls out a milk carton, ripping it open.
Funky smelled, cold liquid splashes on the face of the indebted youth then to his chest.
Milk dribbles down his skin, seeps on his shirt and vermillion blazer as the thrown milk carton slapped his face.
Deriding laughters and whoopings of the wealthy clique of men sounded inside the silent restroom.
Scared, the brunette kept his eyes shut, not until the stall door at the end of the restroom swung open and click shut.
"Move along, pal." One growled at the student.
Sharp greys remained its gaze on the youth on the ground peeking through the curtain black fringes.
Without a reply, the man ripped his gaze off Suzui and walked off the scene.
A blood marble ball fall, rolling to one's forearm.
"That asshole really. . Jeez." One of the students sighed in disatisfaction, "Now the mood is gone!"
"Hey," Nudged Suzui on the torso, twice "Melon pans at lunch break. Got it?"
"G-Got—" Ryota gulped as the boys suddenly barked, howled down at his being, mockering him and laugh, leaving with a slam of the door.
Gulping. Taking one deep breath, restless eyes open and stare up at the ceiling, silently reminding hisself that everything's gonna be alright even if it won't.
