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XX Sato Jirouxx#836F6E
"Sato Jirou, right?"
Fuck, he knows my name.
It's not hard for Jirou to keep a disgusted look off his face - he's been at this too long to let things slip now - but by God, Jirou wishes he were literally anywhere else in this goddamn school.
Jirou glances at Kanayama. The guy is smiling, as if he were talking to his best friend. Is that why people like him? Because he acts like everyone is his friend? What kind of bullshit is that?! Jirou has been hiding his own emotions for too long to not recognize someone else doing the same.
And he isn't a hypocrite- not really. After all, Jirou isn't manipulating people with his lies.
"I've seen you around -- clearly, since we're in the same class -- but it's great to actually talk to you. How are you doing in English?" Kanayama continues, completely baffling Jirou.
Why on Earth does he give a shit?!
Jirou thinks back to the previous few days, remembers the unknown eyes staring at him all day. It occurs to him that Kanayama might well have been the person staring at him. Fuck.
Why? Why would Prince Kanayama want anything to do with him?!
Jirou's not quite sure why Kanayama pisses him off so bad, other than the fact that he's been stuck near the guy for way too long, but he's pissed off. He's being bothered by the richest, poshest boy in the entire school for no good goddamn reason and he really just wants to go home already.
So Jirou goes against his (much, much) better judgement and shoots Kanayama a scathing look. Eyes narrowed, shoulders tense, fingers gripping his box like a lifeline in murky water.
"I'm acing it," He says. Looks Kanayama in the eye. "Second in our class, after you."
Jirou steps first into the teacher's lounge and drops his box where he was instructed, then leaves the room without another word. It isn't until he's back in class that Jirou realizes he's fucked up.
He just taunted someone. Not someone- Kanayama Takashi. Likely the most powerful person in the entire school. He might not have said anything particularly insulting, but there's no way Kanayama missed his tone. And what for? What was the point? There was no point! Fuck.
Jirou takes his seat, heaves a sigh. What's the point in worrying? Even if Kanayama gets pissed back and retaliates, it's not like it'll be any different from the hundreds of other times he's been beaten to a pulp. Hell, maybe it'll even be interesting for once! Jirou almost laughs at himself. How did he end up like this, looking forward to a possible beating? He knows exactly how.
Well, Jirou supposes, A harsher beating than normal is probably the worst that can happen.
"Sato Jirou, right?"
Fuck, he knows my name.
It's not hard for Jirou to keep a disgusted look off his face - he's been at this too long to let things slip now - but by God, Jirou wishes he were literally anywhere else in this goddamn school.
Jirou glances at Kanayama. The guy is smiling, as if he were talking to his best friend. Is that why people like him? Because he acts like everyone is his friend? What kind of bullshit is that?! Jirou has been hiding his own emotions for too long to not recognize someone else doing the same.
And he isn't a hypocrite- not really. After all, Jirou isn't manipulating people with his lies.
"I've seen you around -- clearly, since we're in the same class -- but it's great to actually talk to you. How are you doing in English?" Kanayama continues, completely baffling Jirou.
Why on Earth does he give a shit?!
Jirou thinks back to the previous few days, remembers the unknown eyes staring at him all day. It occurs to him that Kanayama might well have been the person staring at him. Fuck.
Why? Why would Prince Kanayama want anything to do with him?!
Jirou's not quite sure why Kanayama pisses him off so bad, other than the fact that he's been stuck near the guy for way too long, but he's pissed off. He's being bothered by the richest, poshest boy in the entire school for no good goddamn reason and he really just wants to go home already.
So Jirou goes against his (much, much) better judgement and shoots Kanayama a scathing look. Eyes narrowed, shoulders tense, fingers gripping his box like a lifeline in murky water.
"I'm acing it," He says. Looks Kanayama in the eye. "Second in our class, after you."
Jirou steps first into the teacher's lounge and drops his box where he was instructed, then leaves the room without another word. It isn't until he's back in class that Jirou realizes he's fucked up.
He just taunted someone. Not someone- Kanayama Takashi. Likely the most powerful person in the entire school. He might not have said anything particularly insulting, but there's no way Kanayama missed his tone. And what for? What was the point? There was no point! Fuck.
Jirou takes his seat, heaves a sigh. What's the point in worrying? Even if Kanayama gets pissed back and retaliates, it's not like it'll be any different from the hundreds of other times he's been beaten to a pulp. Hell, maybe it'll even be interesting for once! Jirou almost laughs at himself. How did he end up like this, looking forward to a possible beating? He knows exactly how.
Well, Jirou supposes, A harsher beating than normal is probably the worst that can happen.