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Y/N smiled in return as Kokona started to lead him towards the doors of the courtyard. “I slept in.” he responds, chuckling softly as he pushes the door open, Kokona following after him as they stroll through the courtyard, eyes following the two. Well, more so Y/N. An extremely well known and popular guy at the school, he practically befriended everyone he knew. He was very charismatic and easy to get along with.

Kokona let out a small laugh, slowly letting go of his hand. Osana looked up, seeing Y/N had finally arrived. She groaned softly, seeing the purple haired female there besides him already. She huffed, turning to face Taro who was already watching the two approach them.

“Taro! She’s always with him, practically a fly stuck to a spider's web. It sucks, I never get alone time with him without that idiot around.” she whined lowly, referring to Kokona.

Taro locked eyes onto Y/N, he couldn’t help but stare, completely blocking out Osana’s whining and complaining. He could feel his heart race slightly, he couldn’t take his eyes off him. He was absolutely perfect in every way, shape, and form. Whilst he was lost in thought, Osana grew increasingly irritated with her best friend, she shoved him harshly, Taro suddenly snapping out of his thoughts.

Kokona exchanged a friendly greeting with Taro, trying her best to greet the ginger. Meanwhile Osana snarled slightly, being completely impolite but still managing a quick ‘Hello.’

Y/N greeted Osana with a happy expression, absolutely glad to see his friend after the weekend. Osana’s demeanour changed within seconds as her friend acknowledged her. “Hi Y/N-Kun!” she spoke ecstatic, her mood being ruined when he turned his attention to Taro.

Taro smiled slightly, watching him. “Hello Y/N..” he said timidly, feeling his heartbeat pace faster. “Hello Taro, it’s nice seeing you again.” he spoke, giving a small nod.

The raven haired male’s cheeks lit up, dusting a soft pink coat as Kokona and Y/N started to walk off, Osana walked after them, Taro shutting his book and following closely behind. “Can I come? It gets kinda lonely just sitting here.” he hummed, finding some excuse to come with them.

Y/N gave a small nod of approval, Taro walked behind them, listening in on their conversation, trying to pick out the things on Y/N.

A few minutes beforehand, Ayato was propped up against the tree in the courtyard, stalking Taro as per usual. He didn’t feel the same, not like he used to when stalking him, he wasn’t lovestruck, he barely felt anything anymore for him. His heart wasn’t running 100 miles an hour like it used to.

He was pulled away from his thoughts as he watched two new people enter his vision. He could recognise Kokona, but Y/N not so much. He had seen the other around school, but he didn’t think much of him until now. His heart raced, feeling his cheeks heat up as he cupped them slightly, letting out a sound of frustration.

He shook his head slightly. He needed to remain alert at all times, no time for fussing over Y/N when he ‘loved’ Taro.

Aishi observed them from afar before deciding to walk after them, making sure to maintain some distance. He wasn’t going to let some lousy male get between him and Taro, he would ‘still willingly’ do anything and everything for him.

Once they arrived, Taro took a seat, Osana and Kokana sitting beside him, Y/N sitting on the edge beside Osana, engaging in some small talk with her as he ate his food.

Taro averted his gaze, watching Osana with a loathing look in his eyes. He was vaguely annoyed, not liking how much attention Osana was getting at all. He nearly lost his cool just from the simple touch of Y/N placing a hand on her shoulder in a friendly manner.

Kokona noticed his irritation but decided to stay quiet, not thinking further about it. She was sure the two friends had some small argument earlier, there seemed to always be an issue between those two.

Not far away, Ayato was watching from the doorway to the roofs before moving over to a wall nearby where they sat, glancing around the corner, trying to overhear the conversation. It was when he’d realised that Y/N had his hands on Osana’s shoulders, his face contorting into a look of slight disgust.

Timeskip:

Over the last few weeks, Y/N had started to see a repeating pattern of Kokona and Osana constantly ignoring him, or walking off every time he tried to speak to them or anything. In fact, when he would go up to other people they’d just dismiss their conversations and go elsewhere. He was super confused, why were people suddenly avoiding him.

Had he done something wrong? He hadn’t heard anything bad.

He found it slightly weird that only Taro and Ayato had come up to him with no worries at all, but he didn’t want to jump to conclusions, he was sure it was nothing at all.

Kokona and Osana were both absolutely petrified. Not only for themselves but also for the safety of Y/N.

Kokona had received an absolute brutal letter not long ago, threatening to blackmail her or potentially murder her if she got in the way between Y/N and Ayato. Whilst only a few days ago Osana was held at knife point by Taro as he intimidated her, Y/N right around the corner.

It was just a little after school as Y/N roamed the halls in hope to find someone he could speak to. He averted his gaze, seeing Budo just outside of the martial arts club.

Budo looked up, seeing Y/N come over to him. He sucked in a breath, looking around nervously before he spoke. “Haha! Y/N. It’s great to see you! What brings you to the uhm-..martial arts club?” He asked, raising a brow and crossing his arms over his chest.

Y/N observed the others body language, letting out a small groan in response. “You too? Budo. What’s going on?. Have I done something?” He asked, praying for answers. It was really starting to bug him now, he even thought it might have been the bullies doing, but even they turned a blind eye on him and he was respected by them too.

Budo stepped from side to side slightly, trying his best to suppress his nervous fidgeting. He glanced around before grabbing Y/N’s wrist gently, pulling him inside of the club room before shutting the door and looking around in panic.

Y/N slowly draped an arm on his shoulder, tapping his shoulder gently to try and distract him from his worries. “Budo relax, nothings going to happen. Whatever you’re worrying about..I’m here.” He smiled.

With reassurance from Y/N, Budo stopped and looked at him, leaning into his comforting chaste touch. “I overheard a conversation between Yamada and Aishi talking about how to make others avoid you. I’m unsure why but they were rambling on about how everyone is taking you away from them.”

Y/N looked at the other, he wore a blank expression. He was unsure how to feel at the sudden news. But it did make sense why others were avoiding him so much and why Ayato and Taro hadn’t. He could feel himself going to be sick. He gave a small nod, smiling slightly at Budo. “Thank you for telling me, I appreciate it..” he responds, pulling the martial arts club leader in a warm hug.

Budo reluctantly wrapped his arms around his torso, giving a small nod in response. He closed his eyes for a moment, figuring how dead he would be if he were caught anywhere near Y/N. He slowly opened his eyes, fixating them onto a familiar looking silhouette through the doors. He immediately let go of Y/N in panic, pointing back at the door.

Y/N whipped his head around, only getting a small glimpse of the shadow before the person fled. He sucked in a breath, his heart starting to race. He glanced around, grabbing Mastudas wrist as he opened the door and poked his head out before he started to quietly walk down the hallway with him.

The raven haired boy looked around quickly, keeping quiet, as if he was trying not to alert the person. He knew many people wouldn’t be around so he Prayed they would get out of there quickly.

Within minutes, the two had flown down the stairs, running side by side, footsteps trailing not far behind them as they exited the school building, slowing down when they heard the steps come to a halt. Budo leaned over, resting his hands on his knees as breathed heavily, Y/N leaning against the wall as he tried to catch his breath.

“I think..- we lost..them..-” Budo sighed, slowly getting up.”Go home Y/N.” he spoke again.

Y/N raised a brow, he was clearly worried for Budos safety. “Are you sure?” he asked, Budo giving a small nod of reassurance once more. Without another word, Y/N gave the other a hug before quickly leaving the school grounds. He had great faith in Budo, he was the leader of the martial arts club.

They went their separate ways, Y/N starting to head home. On his way home, he couldn't help but feel tense. He couldn’t shake off what Budo told him minutes ago, he felt weirded out. What would Taro and Ayato want with him? He was convinced that Taro and Osana were in love, he was also sure he had caught Ayato stalking Taro too months ago! He was starting to overthink it too much, he was driving himself down a pothole of anxiety.

Whilst he was lost in thought, someone approached him from ubehind, following closely behind him, awaiting for the perfect moment to strike. Within seconds, the figure wrapped their arms around Y/N, a black glove covering his mouth, the other gripping onto his side tightly to stop him from moving around. “Quit moving, unless you want to die.” The voice spoke, slowly bringing a bloody knife to his neck.

Y/N went stiff in their grasp, immediately recognising the voice. He went into an instant state of panic as he stayed still, listening to every word they said.

There was no way Ayato would actually hurt Y/N! He couldn’t bring himself to do it. He loved him alot, even more than when he had loved Taro previously. Something about the other drove him to absolute insanity, he couldn’t see himself getting violent with Y/N like he thought about with Yamada.

After a few threats and thrashing around, Y/N slowly complied with him and did as he said. He had tried his best to fight back, but the awkward position wasn’t helping him

Ayato grabbed out a cloth which was already covered in chloroform. Wasn’t the safest option, but he figured Y/N could handle it. He held it against Y/N’s mouth and nose. Slowly but surely his body went limp in the other's arms, everything going black.

A soft groan fell from Y/N’s lips, his body aching slightly. How long had he been out for? Just as he went to stretch out his body, his movements were restricted. He hissed slightly, feeling rope burn against his skin. He then recalled what happened, immediately his body going into an utter state of panic as he tried his best to compose himself.

A disgusting scent filled his nose, the smell of something metallic and rusty.

He was snapped out of thoughts as he heard something scuffle nearby, the lights being switched on. Y/N squinted his eyes, allowing him a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the brightness before his gut whirled.

Taro walked in, Ayato following not too far behind him with a small smile. “You’re awake! I hope Ayato wasn’t too rough. He insisted on bringing you here.” He spoke, grumbling softly.

Ayato rolled his eyes, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Y/N looked up at the two horrified. He could still imagine the bloody gloves, the feeling of the liquid leaking onto his clothes whilst he was fighting against Ayato.

Oh he could only imagine whose blood it was…

He prayed that Budo got home safely.

“I didn’t hurt him. He's fine. See, no injuries.” Ayato spoke, kicking off the wall and walking over to Y/N, gripping his chin gently. “You’re not scared, are you?” He asked lowly.

Y/N tensed up, shaking his head. “Whose blood..was that on you?” He asked with a shaky voice.

Ayato chuckled softly, shaking his head slightly. “The martial arts leader, uh Budo Matsuda. That guy who had his arms around you..” he mumbled, his skin crawling just at the thought of others being anywhere near him.

Y/N sunk back into his chair, his breathing quickening slightly. He knew he shouldn’t have left Budo alone. “You’re sick! Both of you- Oh my fucking god..” he yelled out, seeing Taro dragging Budo’s limp body along the floor. He felt sick, visibly gagging a few times.

Yamada glanced over at Y/N, smiling slightly and rubbing his neck. “Sorry Y/N, I gotta get rid of the body.” He hummed. He looked extremely happy, it made Y/N sick to his core. How could someone be so cruel?

Y/N looked away, clenching his eyes shut tightly, hoping that this was just all a bad dream. He shut out the voices of both Ayato and Taro, his whole world going quiet as he sat there in silence.

Masterlist

Driven by his desire to uncover the truth, Y/N began to investigate Umeji’s past. He had learnt that Umeji and his friends had all experienced various difficulties, bullying being the most common among the five of them. He had also found out that at one point, the bullying had impacted them so badly that they also considered suicide. He figured these experiences had shaped them into the people who they were today, putting up walls to further protect themselves from pain.

Y/N approached Umeji with empathy and understanding, reaching out to him in a way that no one else had before. As they spent more time with each other, Y/N listened patiently as Umeji slowly opened up about his troubling past. He shared the pain he had endured and the struggles he had faced alone since the faculty did nothing.

Within each conversation the two shared, Y/N gained a deeper understanding of Umeji and his friends. He realised that their delinquent behaviour was not simply a reflection of their true selves, but rather a mask they wore to cope with their past. He knew there was potential for growth and healing within each of them.

Y/N was driven to help the group out. He started organising after school activities with some of the club leaders, it took some time to persuade them but he managed.

The outcomes were good. It allowed the delinquents to do what they liked and express themselves in positive ways by being around other students who shared the same love for whatever activities they enjoyed. Showing them healthier ways to outlet their emotions.

Slowly but steadily, the delinquents started to change. Umeji and his friends found solace in their new found passions and were able to start recovering from their pasts. With Y/N’s support, they learned to trust again and believe in a brighter future.

In the end, Y/N’s determination to help and understand the troubled delinquents at Akademi not only transformed their lives, but also bought out a sense of unity and acceptance within the whole school. Y/N knew this acted as a powerful reminder that everyone deserves a second chance.

Masterlist

School had finished, Y/N making his way to the library to study for his upcoming tests with Sho, one of his and Budo's friends, also a member from the martial arts club. He had taken a seat on the chair, pulling out his books and focusing on a particular subject.

He kept looking at the clock, time passing painfully slow. Y/N was super eager to just pack up his stuff and head straight to the martial arts club. He knew Budo wouldn't be there, he was probably still cleaning, and after that, club activities would run. He sighed, resting his head on the table, chatting away with Sho here and there.

Around 5:15pm, Y/N gathered his stuff and left the library, heading to the martial arts club. Once he arrived, he opened the door, slowly shutting it behind him as he noticed Budo sparring with his members. He took a seat on the floor, his eyes keeping track of his perfect and precise movements.

Budo was a delight to watch! The way he read his members movements and anticipated their attacks. The intensity and determination he had on his face even if they were only sparring, he always aimed for the top.

After a while, Budo caught sight of Y/N near the door. He offered a smug smile, holding his opponent down before slowly getting off of them. He helped them up, the other members gathering their stuff and leaving as the clock hit 5:30pm.

Once they all left, Budo walked over to Y/N wrapping his arms around his torso as he hugged him, giving his boyfriend a tight squeeze. Y/N chuckled softly, leaning into the others embrace as they hugged.

"I missed you.." Budo uttered softly before nuzzling into the crook of Y/N's neck. "I missed you too." Y/N whispered back, gently pulling the other's face out of his neck. He gripped his chin gently, tilting Budos head back before pressing his lips against the others softly.

The raven haired male hummed contently, wrapping his arms around Y/N's neck as he leaned into the kiss, chasing after it slightly, making Y/N let out a small sound of amusement as they kissed.

Budo slowly pulled away, now resting his hands on his boyfriend's chest. He enjoyed the small moments like these they spent with each other, he could never get enough of Y/N.

Y/N watched Budo lovingly, leaning down and prepping soft kisses against his jawline before slowly moving down to his neck, nibbling on the skin gently and leaving a small mark as he pulled away.

Budo smiled fondly, his heart racing. He glanced down at his uniform, undoing the belt and re-tightening it to avoid the top bit coming loose again.

Y/N watched, his eyes admiring how perfect his boyfriend was. "I'm so proud of you." He whispered softly, cupping Budos cheek with a hand. "Thanks Y/N." he smiled, looking back up at him.

"Seriously. I admire how dedicated and determined you are when it comes to martial arts. The way you can predict someone's attack so easily and dodge so effortlessly, you make it look easy." Y/N spoke, Budos cheeks heating up, enjoying all the praise he received.

Matsuta just looked at Y/N, his smile getting even bigger as he wrapped his arms around his torso, hugging him tightly. "I appreciate it Y/N, I really do..I love you." he hums, the other male responding with a small 'I love you' as they share another soft kiss.

Masterlist

This time, Shidesu behaved himself, not wanting to be expelled. Occasionally he would stir up some of the teachers and students. He scrunched up a piece of his paper into a ball, throwing it at another student's back before whistling innocently. Y/N glanced at him, averting his gaze before the bell suddenly went. Y/N gathered his stuff, immediately exiting the room with Osoro before either of them got into trouble.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” Y/N spoke, glancing at the blond male with a serious facial expression. He couldn’t help but laugh, not being able to keep a straight face. “Calling me an idiot? You’re lucky we’re friends.” Osoro muttered in response, crossing his arms over his chest as the two walked behind the school, sitting on the benches beside the incinerator area.

He slowly uncrossed his arms, grabbing his bento box and picking at some of the meat, bringing it to his mouth and eating happily as Y/N watched. He found that when the delinquent wasn’t tormenting students, he eased up a little bit.

It was pretty quiet, Osoro and Y/N just sharing glances at each other whilst they ate their food. After a little while the blonde delinquent suddenly decided to bring up confessions. This was a topic the two of them had avoided after a little encounter they had a few months ago.

“Uhm, Y/N. I wanted to ask, we never really got to speak about the whole confession thing.” He mutters, crossing his arms over his chest once again. “Were you being serious or fucking with me?” he asked, a hint of worry in his voice. It was clear he had a fear of being rejected by the other, he just needed reassurance he wasn't messing around with him.

Y/N smiled slightly, looking at him. He was glad he brung it up, he was going to bring it up himself but he didn’t know when the right time to do so was. “Seriously, I’d never mess around with you like that Osoro. My feelings are genuine.” he tousled his hair.

Osoro’s face flushed as he maintained eye contact with Y/N, a small smile appeared as he reached over, cupping the others cheeks, softly pressing his lips against Y/N’s own.

Y/N wrapped his arms around him, leaning into the chaste kiss. Moments later, he pulled back as he regained his breath. ”I love you.” Osoro mumbled, Y/N responding with a small ‘love you.’ in response.

Masterlist