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#1 Crimson Bells High- CH 1

Chapter 1: First Bell, First Glance

The gates of Crimson Bells High creaked open, and a wave of energy poured into the courtyard. Students streamed in with practiced chaos, each clique orbiting its own gravity. You could tell everything about someone here by the way they stepped through that gate.

Alucard didn't walk through the gates. He stormed them.

His silver-blond hair shimmered under the early morning sun, styled perfectly messy. A custom red jacket rested over his shoulder, and his black combat boots echoed with each step. His eyes were sharp, bored, almost predatory as they scanned the yard.

"Damn," someone muttered from the crowd. "He's hot and scary. Again."

He ignored the whispers. They always came. He stopped near the bike racks and slipped off his helmet, running a hand through his hair before tossing the helmet onto his handlebars. No one else dared to park next to him.

Then he spotted the reason he hadn't slept the night before.

Granger.

Granger stood alone at the base of the old clock tower, leaning against the stone wall like some tragic prince from a dark romance novel. He wore a hooded black coat, his violin case slung over one shoulder, and earbuds in. His expression was unreadable, but when Alucard walked toward him, one gloved hand dropped to lower a headphone.

Alucard grinned. "Yo."

Granger didn't say anything right away, but his eyes met Alucard's, intense and sharp. Finally, he muttered, "You blocked me during the teamfight. I lost MVP."

Alucard leaned against the wall next to him, close enough to brush shoulders. "Still mad about that? C'mon, I only saved your ass three times."

Granger side-eyed him. "I could've handled it."

"I know." Alucard's grin softened just a bit. "But I liked watching you glare at me."

A faint blush touched Granger's ears. "Shut up."

In the east courtyard, a different kind of attention magnet had gathered his own audience.

Zilong, in his signature sky-blue jacket and long braid, twirled a bamboo staff effortlessly while juniors gasped in awe.

"Teach us, Zilong-senpai!" a second-year begged.

Zilong gave a gentle smile. "Discipline first, then skill."

"Wow!" they all sighed.

From above, the unmistakable sound of someone leaping across rooftops cut through the noise. In a fluid motion, a figure landed silently beside Zilong, his expression unimpressed.

"Showing off already?" Ling asked, brushing a speck of dust off his crisp white hoodie.

Zilong smiled at him. "You're late. Again."

"You knew I was on the roof."

"And you knew we were supposed to start together."

Ling crossed his arms. "You didn't wait."

Zilong took a step closer, lowering his voice. "I only train seriously with you."

Ling's pout gave way to a soft blink, then a subtle smirk. "Good."

The crowd around them collectively combusted into a flutter of emotions.

Meanwhile, in the science building, silence ruled.

Aamon sat near the window, head tilted lazily against his hand as he flipped through a physics textbook with the kind of detached elegance that made everyone else in the room feel like extras.

Across from him, Natan stood at the front, passionately arguing with the physics teacher.

"—I'm not saying it's applicable without limitation, but if we're considering quantum loop theory—"

The teacher sighed. "Natan, please just answer the question on the board."

Natan huffed, adjusted his glasses, and walked back to his desk.

Aamon didn't look up from his book. "Still managing to out-nerd everyone except me, huh?"

Natan raised a brow. "You didn't even open your notebook."

Aamon smiled. "That's because I already know the answers."

"Cocky."

"Challenging?"

"Only if you're prepared to lose."

Aamon chuckled, finally closing his book. "I never lose."

High above, on the rooftop...

Claude lay in a hammock strung between two metal pipes, goggles on his head and a mini drone hovering lazily in the air beside him.

"Morning, sunshine."

Gusion's voice broke through the hum of the drone. He stood by the rooftop door, arms crossed, blazer pristine, school badge polished.

"You're going to get detention," Gusion warned.

Claude grinned. "Worth it. The view's better up here."

Gusion walked over. "What if you fall asleep again and roll off?"

Claude swung the hammock dramatically. "Then you'll catch me, right?"

Gusion stared. Then sighed. "Five minutes. That's all you get."

Claude winked. "So generous~"

In the shadowed corridor behind the gym...

"Don't eat it all," Hayabusa whispered.

Hanzo looked up, his mouth full of takoyaki. "Then stop handing it to me."

"I didn't know it was you yesterday."

"Liar."

Hayabusa turned away, cheeks pink. "Whatever."

Hanzo smirked, licking sauce off his thumb. "You're cute when you're flustered."

"I'm not flustered."

"You're turning red."

"I'm mad. That's different."

Hanzo leaned closer, voice low. "Then hit me."

Hayabusa looked at him.

Didn't move.

Didn't speak.

Didn't punch him.

The First Bell Rang.

The courtyard exploded with sound as students rushed toward the main building. Laughter, footsteps, gossip, and the buzz of something unspoken rising between all of them.

A semester of secrets, stares, heartbreaks, and confessions had only just begun.

And for these boys, Crimson Bells High was about to become the stage of something more than just classes.

End of Chapter 1.