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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐔𝐒, 𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀𝐒 the main building, was shown.
"ah ! asano-san, konichiwa." a couple of students passed by the hall, bowing their heads to greet him.
gakushu nodded back, smiling pleasantly. "hai, konichiwa."
gakushu's smile disappeared the second they passed him as he walked away. being the nice guy that everyone loves and admires is sure hard since gakushu absolutely despises everyone who isn't worth acknowledging. well ren may be gakushu's "closest friend" per say, but studying and sports are far more important than some friendship that most likely won't last outside of high school. not to get him wrong, gakushu cared for the big five even though he was taught by his father that friends are unnecessary and only distract him from what matters-which is hard to reassure and unclear ( especially from an outsider's pov ) if gakushu actually agreed with him wholeheartedly since gakushu was also the type of person who looks down on those who are less intelligent than him and sees them as tools.
in this school, the other students admire gakushu as their senpai, always seen greeting him with a smile and bowing their heads to him, even giving him small waves as he walks through the halls; in return, they get a charming, yet incredibly empty, smile that they are far too dumb to see through. it amused gakushu, knowing all these boys and girls so desperately want him to like them, yet in his eyes, they have absolutely nothing special or significant about them. quite frankly, if gakushu wasn't the class rep, he probably wouldn't even know their names. it's such a bother to learn the names of people he greatly dislikes and interact with them on a daily basis. sometimes gakushu wishes he wouldn't have been nominated for class rep, but then he remembers how much he enjoys leading and taking charge, so in the grand scheme of things, he wouldn't have it any other way.
that's until....those sharp smiles and bright, mischievous eyes burned across his body like flames. his tongue is just as sharp, turning words from harmless puffs of air into blades sharper than steel and twice as deadly. gakushu swears that the redhead made half the student body openly afraid, and the rest were just better at hiding it. other than him and his father, the campus, including the teachers, is terrified of this boy who shatters through rules like glass and isn't afraid of anyone or anything, daring even to defend class E.
the redhead would always be seen with an obnoxious smirk while drinking his daily dose of 195 kcal and 27 g of sugar that leads to diabetes, which they called "strawberry milk," with a laugh after he was informed of his suspension and subsequent demotion to class E due to his violent behavior. the fact that someone like him was able to match his intelligence came as a surprise to gakushu. and what makes it even more insulting is that how could someone as lazy and rude, nonetheless a rebellious student and a troublemaker with a problematic attitude, be able to tie with him in academic battles? it was something the strawberry blonde just couldn't understand, which only made gakushu's jaw clench and his blood boil hotly underneath the surface of his skin.
the school secretary greets him, and gakushu forces out another smile, bidding her a "good afternoon" before heading his way, as he could already imagine the mahogany double doors that he so desperately despises inside his mind. just as he was about to turn the corner to pass by a library, he got a mouthful of red hair.
red....it brings the following words to mind: rage, repugnant, repulsive.
the paper he had carried slipped from the top pile because of the impact, but much to the strawberry blonde's surprise, a hand swiftly shot out and grabbed him by the shoulder in time to keep him from falling.
"what the-" gakushu's eyes widen before he quickly takes a step back to put some distance between them as his face turns into a scowl as he immediately recognises who it was.
'speak of the devil.'
"watch where you're going, you imbecile!"
instead of feeling annoyed at his rude tone, the redhead smiled. "ah gomen gomen, my bad," he sang, stuffing both of his hands back into his pocket with a "couldn't care less" attitude to match. "but you should have learned to look sideways for safety; didn't daddy dearest of yours ever teach you that?"
gakushu inwardly cringed at the phrase that karma used to call his father as he started to grow irritated; he doesn't think he has ever wanted to hit a person more than he does the redhead right now. okay, that isn't true, but still....this delinquent always likes to get on his nerves.
"you're welcome." karma smirks; the emptiness behind those words was very evident, and it's clear to gakushu that he just wants to annoy him.
gakushu narrowed his eyes, looking annoyed. "what are you doing here ? have you got the nerve to trespass again after i caught you last time?"
"and failed to do so." karma goaded him, making gakushu's eye twitch in anger.
before gakushu was about to ask why someone as insufferable as him was doing here again, he suddenly remembered the after-class activities, for which he assumed the teachers from class E had asked for permission to stay in the library for studies, so instead gakushu scoffed, deciding to just ignore his existence and begin to crouche down, gathering the papers that had just been scattered on the ground. when he looked up, he saw the redhead had one of them in his hand and began skimming his eyes through it.
"give me that!" gakushu snatched the one paper from his hand before shooting daggers at him.
"practising for your finals, i see." a smirk smeared across karma's features as he pocketed his hands, ignoring the scowl on the strawberry's blonde face, and glanced around curiously. " arei ? your group of little minions isn't here to accompany you this time ?"
"i don't see that's one of your businesses." gakushu brushed him off.
karma chuckled at the sight of the worksheets and pointed out gakushu's eye bag. "aww, there's no way to talk to a student like that." he flutters his eyes innocently and asks, "scared that i surpass you, little panda ?"
"i don't know what you are trying to achieve here, so just stay out of my sight." gakushu said, pushing his index finger against the red-haired's chest rather harshly. "and learn to watch that filthy mouth of yours, akabane."
the mischief glint in the red-headed eyes only made his blood boil, but he would never tolerate himself getting vulnerable or weak under any circumstances; he would never let that day come. he was meant to hold his head high and wasn't meant to bow. gakushu was no ordinary student who was running the student council. he was a leader who held power and respect. "you are clearly not worth my time, especially not my breath." a smug look crossed gakushu's face. "seeing your embarrassingly poor performance on the first semester test, i doubt that your little lowlife 3-E can surpass us in the next exam."
"ha!" karma laughed, his eyes sharpening a little. "don't flatter yourself, ace-kun. you can keep all that self-absorbed shit to yourself." his jaw clenched as he smiled through gritted teeth. "but never dare you bring class E into this."
and for a moment, the scene zoomed out to show them both staring daggerly at each other.
karma straightened up and purposely shoved his shoulder against gakushu's when he walked past him, but not before he said something else in a low voice. "mudak"
translation: asshole
gakushu wasn't sure what language was used at the end, but he was a bit taken back by the protectiveness in his tone.
"see you around," karma said, walking off with his all-familiar signature smirk and a taunting voice. "daddy's boy~"
gakushu inwardly cringed at that last statement; those amethyst eyes twitched in hatred. only hearing his voice had him feeling nauseous in his veins. he didn't bother to spare another glance before storming off.
red.....once again, gakushu sees red, but this time it is a different kind of red from before. anger, irritation, and rage. he doesn't think he has ever wanted to hit a person more than he does towards that little "imp" right now. okay, that statement isn't completely true, but still, that tomato head is really starting to get on his nerves.
soon he sees the mahogany double front doors come into view.
'whatever, that only makes this conversation that much easier for me.'
gakushu stopped in front of the door with a sign board written "principal's office" hanging above before knocking on it and waited.
"come in."
gakushu straightened his clothes and took a deep breath to muster all the courage before opening the door. "shitsureishimasu."
suddenly, something was thrown at him, sending it zooming like a rocket towards gakushu's face, who blinked in surprise.
a loud thud could be heard that echoed through the whole room; it revealed gakushu had caught it an inch from his face.
it was a tennis ball.
"hm, it seems like you still need work on your reflex skills," a deep voice said. "i could see how you didn't prepare for that."
"honestly," gakushu narrowed his eyes at the principal, throwing the ball down on the ground, "a little warning would be nice , sir."
"so, what brings you here?" the principle asked coldly, ignoring his previous statement. "as you can see, i'm a little busy at the moment."
"i was instructed by ukai-sensei to send the information paper that you had asked him for." gakushu said, keeping his gaze on the man's face, which was clouded by shadows, that the only source of light was the dim light coming from the computer screen, but even with that, it was still too dim, making it hard to show the features of what he really looks like.
when gakushu didn't leave after it was finished, the principal asked him what he wants.
"akabane has been sneaking into the main campus and trespassing just to use the vending machine, if you haven't noticed." gakushu's gaze narrowed. "and he has been causing a lot of trouble."
however, much to his annoyance, the man didn't look the least bit surprised. "i very am well aware of that," but gakushu seemed to have different thoughts in mind. what, he knew?! "i heard your little conversations a while ago," the principal continued, eyes still on the computer screen. gakushu's eyes twitched. right. there is obviously security in the main building. well, then why didn't this man do something about it ?!
"do you feel threatened by him?" the chairman suddenly asked, his wine-coloured eyes flickering with amusement when he saw gakushu's bewildered face.
'ha! as if.' gakushu huffed a laugh. "sir, are you doubting my strength of knowledge as your son ?"
for a long time, he knew akabane was well known as a rebellious student throughout the school for his violent behaviour and troublesome and problematic attitude. he is quite cunning, mischievous, and somewhat sadistic, usually playing foul, tricking, and at times manipulating, humiliating, and fighting others.
though gakushu doesn't know the full details, from what he heard from rumours, the last straw for the reason that akabane transferred from the main campus to class 3-E as a suspension came when he trashed his previous homeroom teacher's office in a fit of rage, leaving the teacher terrified of him. gakushu isn't usually the type to listen to baseless rumours, but then again, judging from his point of view, it was no surprise coming from the redhead, who has the temper of a lion.
to him, akabane was a wreak of havoc. gakushu didn't know why he would choose someone like him; it's probably that he thinks of gakushu as a goodie-two-shoes at his smothering daycare or something like that, but there is only one person who gakushu aspires to surpass, and that is the man sitting in front of him.
acorn narrator : 'this man, also known as the broad chair man; someone's who's more powerful pulling the strings.'
an article showed up with the principal picture on the front cover, titled 'education's favourite on'. "a shrewd manager who, in its first ten years, made this school one of the nation's best." kunundo, the acorn narrator, grimaced. "there's no escaping the structure he built here," even for korosensei.
'he is the principal of kunugigaoka academy.' in front of his desk, there's a name plate rack with his name written on it. '- asano gakuhō.'
gakushu will not be his corporate slave for the rest of his life. one day, gakushu will beat his father and finally get to repay him for all these torturous years he has put him through. but for now, gakushu will play nice, work his way up, and then destroy this man when he least expects it. to think gakuho still belittles him after all this time... gakushu is as close to perfection as it gets, and he will realise that one day. 'i will make him acknowledge me as a strong, successful adult.' he glanced at the chairman.
"being threatened? oh, please, i couldn't even think of wasting a penny of my time on someone who is incredibly arrogant and has nothing to show for it in the first place, let alone being threatened by a delinquent who's from class E." gakushu scoffed before smirking as he tapped his foot. "he swears and doesn't care who hears it; crushing someone as pitiful and helpless as that "thing" would be as easy as crushing a bug." he gave him a chilly stare.
"thing, hmm? how childish." chuckling, the principal sits forward and clasps his hands together on his desk. "you do know you have to face him even more when he comes back to the main campus after completing the third year."
gakushu grimaced, narrowing his eyes.
'spending the next three more years with akabane would be insufferable, but comparing it with this man that he has been living with is already hell from the start.'
the man's smile grew as he stroked his chin. "ah, i've got an idea." gakuho said pleasantly before his eyes grew dark, shooting a smirk at gakushu. "since finals exam are coming up , how about we make a deal?"
intrigued, gakushu arches a brow, and the man continues. "since it is meaningless to report without results to show for it," he half-turned his chair towards him. "let's say...the class A should at least occupy the top fifty ranks and the top spot in all five subjects. if you get to beat akabane and be the top at finals, then i'll have him kicked out due to his continued trespassing into the main buil-"
gakushu raised his hand to stop the man. "you haven't raised a fool, father," he huffed before sneering as gakuho glanced at his son expressionless. "i just can't shake my suspicions. you've had many more dealings with the class E this school year. as hard as it is to give credit to you, i just can't shake the idea that you're involved in something shady," he taunted, walking towards the tennis ball that he had thrown on the ground.
"there have been rumours of a suspicious individual," gakushu mused. flashback : the news showed rumours of a giant octopus being told by eyewitnesses. "people have reported seeing a giant yellow octopus flying through the sky." another flashback showed a news report about a disguised korosensei ( but gakushu doesn't know that ) buying junk food at a store, "or a man in a ridiculously black-cloaked disguise buying a large amount of junk food at the corner store."
then a big-breasted woman was shown being spooked by a badly hidden korosensei, "or a mysterious voice snickering 'nurufufufu' behind a well-endowed woman."
the principal's eyes widened in surprise.
gakushu flicks up the tennis ball with the same method as a soccer ball with his feet and kicks it, sending the same force back towards his father. there was a loud bang when the principal caught it in his hand.
( just imagine it is a tennis ball instead of a foot ball lmao 👆 )
"i'm sure these are baseless rumours," gakushu said, sounding a little amused. "totally without merit, but....
"what do you want to know? so you can use that information to control me?" the principal replied.
"of course!" gakushu said lightly. "after all, isn't that you're the one who taught me to control everything growing up, ever since i was a child, sir ?"
and yes, as you can see, they have addressed each other by their last names ever since gakushu could remember since gakuho expects students to address him as their principal by calling him either 'chairman asano' or 'sir,' and his son is no exception, as his father addressed him as 'asano-kun.' though gakushu had questions about the decision before, the principal believes it's best to address each other by their last names since the man has previously emphasised the importance of maintaining professional boundaries for the "students' well-being" and avoiding "favouritism." the only time that the man called him by his first name, or gakushu called him "father," was when they were at home, though it might be unlikely.
gakushu continues. "if i win, i don't mind kicking akabane out of school for all the trouble he had caused or continuing to stay in class E for the rest of another three more years, but i also get to know the truth about class E secrets," he grinned. "and one day, the master might find himself the one on the leash, and i'll be the one that owns you for life."
"interesting..." gakuho said with a short chuckle as he rubbed under his chin appealingly. "alright, perhaps that first approach is truly too petty of me, so i'll take the chance." the principal's gaze narrowed. "if you lose the bet , not only might you have to stick with that redhead rival of yours for the whole next three years, but with a dog like you, he might find himself enthralled by his master as a corporate slave until the day he dies."
gakushu laughed bitterly before smirking. "fine, we have a deal,"
"wonderful," the principal smiles smugly before waving his hand and dismissing him. "see you at dinner."
gakushu nodded and then turned on his heel, striding out confidently because there is no doubt in his mind that he's smart enough to get below number one. someone who is lazy, immature, violent, laid-back, and an uncaring fool is nothing more than a waste of oxygen and resources on this earth. at least gakushu has something to show for his arrogance, but them...
"oh, and one more thing, asano-kun." the deep voice spoke up again just as gakushu was about to turn the door handle. "this stays between us."
"of course, sir." gakushu smirked in amusement before turning around and finally opening the door.
this must stay between them, and losing was certainly not an option in the asanos. just like that, the door closed behind him with a click.
a/n : GAKUSHU & KARMA'S SEXUAL TENSION IS LITERALLY KILLING ME AHHHH
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a/n : lately i've been watching cartoons and movies from early 19s.
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what's your favorite movies ?
( it doesn't have to be from the early 19s , it can be now too ! )
mine is , of course : alice in the wonderland - especially the cartoon version :)