It had been four days since Aika was taken back to Sannoh, and the silence had become unbearable for Murayama. He hadn't heard a word about her condition, hadn't seen her since Cobra took her, and it gnawed at him constantly. He lay on the cold floor of the gym, staring at the ceiling, letting the emptiness surround him. The usual noise and chaos of Oya Koukou felt distant, and for the first time, he welcomed the quiet, if only because it mirrored what he felt inside.
The gym doors swung open, and the part-timers filed in, their faces tense with frustration and worry.
"MURAYAMA-SAN! What should we do?" Seki's voice cut through the silence, but Murayama didn't move. His body stayed still, his mind distant.
Furuyu added quickly, "We can't just back down!"
Seki's voice grew more desperate, "He's right, Murayama-san! We have to do something!"
Murayama's voice, when it came, was cold and emotionless, his eyes still locked on the ceiling. "Yes, but while there are so many of you, you're all so damn weak," he said, tapping his chest a few times as if to remind them where their true strength should come from.
Seki, anger boiling over, grabbed one of the other part-timers by the collar. "Come on, you idiots! Grow some more balls!" He swiped another member's hat off, hitting him over the head with it in frustration.
Murayama's voice sharpened suddenly. "Hey, Seki-chan."
Furuyu muttered under his breath, "You first."
Before anything more could happen, the door opened again. Todoroki entered the gym, flanked by Tsuji and Shibaman. The part-timers shifted, their bodies instinctively tensing at the sight of the full-timers, the tension thickening.
"Todoroki? What's up?" Furuyu asked, his voice wary, sensing something serious in Todoroki's demeanor.
"At this rate, Oya Koukou will be totally destroyed," Todoroki said flatly, his eyes locking on Murayama, still lying on the ground. "You should let someone else be the boss."
Murayama's expression darkened, annoyance flickering across his face. Slowly, he sat up, glaring at Todoroki before standing to his full height. He stepped forward, stretching out his arm like he was going to flick Todoroki's forehead, a gesture they'd seen a hundred times before. But instead of following through, Murayama stopped short, letting his arm drop. He gave Todoroki a smirk, one that told everyone in the room that he was still very much in charge. Without another word, he brushed past him, clearly still the leader of Oya Koukou.
As the silence settled, the weight of the situation hung heavily on everyone's shoulders. Murayama paused near the door, his back still to the group. His voice, now steady and emotionless, broke the tension.
"Aika's not coming back." His words hit the room like a punch to the gut.
The part-timers stared, stunned by the finality in his tone. Furuyu stepped forward, his voice uncertain. "What do you mean, she's not coming back?"
Murayama's hand clenched the doorframe, his knuckles white. "She's done. I don't want her fighting anymore, and if she tries to return here... don't let her in."
The room went silent, the shock clear on every face. Todoroki, always quick with a challenge, opened his mouth to argue, but something in Murayama's expression stopped him. The decision was made, and everyone knew it wasn't just about keeping Aika out of harm's way—it was about something deeper, something more personal.
Murayama turned, his gaze hard and unyielding. "That's my order. Do you understand?"
Seki and Furuyu exchanged glances, unsure of what to say, but they nodded. There was no room for argument.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Fuyu Monogatari
Fanfiction. Abandoned as a child Aika was taken in by Cobra's family but basically raised by Kohaku of Mugen since he was the one who found her. She has a passion for martial arts and even though she could have graduated top of her class she didn't want to gi...
