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He felt the smell of sweet bread while walking through the vendors alley, and to him, nothing smells better than that. When he walked to the stand, he took out some money, the exact amount. They all looked at him like he was crazy. The big motorcycle man was getting sweet bread? How funny. If someone uttered a word they for sure wouldn't for a while after he'd punch their teeth in. They gave him the bread and he walked back to his motorcycle, and was late for class already. What better than to patrol the streets in search of things while eating bread for breakfast?
He heard a ding in his pocket after eating, it was Junko.
"Heyyyy Owata!"
"Nosey brat."
"Well that's not very nice." She snorted back.
"Anyways what are you doing? The homeroom teacher is pissed that you aren't here, and I'm getting lonely talking to my bad breathed sister when I can talk to the hunk." Mondo felt his cheeks warm up before he skillfully stopped them. Junko was one to hit on every boy in the school, especially the upperclassmen. Who had thought it was so special to be noticed by her. Which was always creepy.
"It's none of your damn business."
"Not faiiir." She whined and threw her hand in the air.
"But okay mister tough guy, do whatever. Bye!" She said in her singsong like always and hung up. Looking at the headmaster with dull eyes as he walked up to her.
"See? I told you it wouldn't work, my fashionista lady charm doesn't work."
"You know where he is Junko. Correct?"
"Well if this gets rid of my weeks of detention, then, maybe I do."
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It was almost time for lunch, so he went back to the vendors, looking for something else to eat, he found a small ramen shop, but he couldn't notice that feeling. He was being followed. His eyes turned to where he felt the most and he looked puzzled. Junko was drinking boba tea, with her eyes wide, she made silly movements with her hands… what was she saying?
"Junko?? What the hell are you doing out here?" Mondo walked to her as her hands told him to stay back. Mondo stopped in his tracks he could feel another pair of eyes, then another. He turned around with sweat dripping down his face and started looking around
"Hey! What the fucks going on!?" He shouted around him, but the. He saw the headmaster, then his homeroom teacher.
"Mondo Owata. Get in the car." Mondo looked at Junko who facepalmed in embarrassment. There was no way he was going down yet. He turned to the left but was followed by Sakakura, the head guard.
"Shit-" he grabbed onto a pole to turn himself the other way, but was punched in the gut. It was so out of left field that in his attempt to grab his stomach he had let go of the pole and fell to the floor. Sakakura lifted him off the ground and slung him over his shoulder. Mondo wanted to kick him, but he knew it would end with something worse if he tried.
When they got in the car, his motorcycle was also trailing behind them being driven by Junko.
'god damn it. She was a part of this.'
"You know, you've missed class 20 times this semester, the rest you just come in at lunch."
"You know what old man-" there was a punch.
"Respect your elders for a change."
"No violence."
"What am I getting this time? Detention? Being suspended?"
"For your information mister Owata. Since you blindly refused to go to any of our discussions about this it'll be different than that." The headmaster looked at him through the rear view mirror, and he could see Mondo's face get more anxious than he's ever seen.
"He's certainly getting tired of waiting."
"He? Who the fuck is he?"
"You'll see when we get there." Sakakura muttered, he turned his head to see Junko doing an inappropriate pose for some camera.
"JUNKO ENOSHIMA DETENTION FOR ONE DAY"
"bleh. All that hard work for nothing…"
When they got there they placed his motorcycle in that parking lot, sent Junko back to class, and took him to the office. He was still pissed about this whole incident, but more so confused. Who was the person he'd left hanging for quite some time? He might've felt bad slightly but if this was a threat then to hell with feeling bad.
When he entered the room he could already feel the presence of something that seemed foul to him, so his defences were up. When he finally saw who it was it was some man in a white suit, with a lot of badges on his chest pockets. He looked at Mondo, naturally the man was mostly overwhelmed with who he was as a whole. When he stood up he bowed down like a servant.
"It is a pleasure to meet you Mondo Owata!" Mondo was so confused his eyes narrowed at him, he was curious but also upset at his appearance. What made him so special that he didn't dress like the others?
"Who the fuck are you?"
"Mondo, take a seat." The headmaster ordered. Mondo begrudgingly sat next to him. He looked pathetic, not Athletic, he couldn't for the life of him stop looking at his eyes and eyebrows. They were so prominent how could he not?
"I'd like for you to meet Kiyotaka Ishimaru. One of your newer classmates and the one assigned to watch your every move. Even out of school."
"What did you say!? You've gotta be shitin' me!"
"We aren't. Ishimaru is the best in his classes, he also agreed to be your math tutor." The headmaster nodded while speaking as Mondo's face grew more red.
"This is bullshit. Have you even talked to my brother!?"
"Yes. We have, he sounded very upset. I'd suggest you talk more about it with him a lot more."
Mondo froze. Daiya was mad at him? He started sweating more than he had already today. He looked at Ishimaru who looked nervously away from him.
"Any questions, Owata?"
"...."
"Good, now head back to class. Ishimaru will assist you." As soon as he said that Mondo got out of his chair aggressively.
"I don't need any fuckin assistance."
"Unfortunately, when we look at your absences, It seems like you do." Mondo's face turned red as he walked out feeling embarrassed.
Kiyotaka ran out of the office and next to Mondo as he observed that he was a little more taller than him. Mondo grumbled at the closeness he was exuding.
"Could you get the fuck away from me?" To his surprise Kiyotaka had created more space for them, Mondo's eyebrows raised, he thought there would be an objection to it. When he looked at him again he didn't help but notice the look onKiyotaka's face. It looked sorta fearful.
"Did they not tell you anything about me?"
"Absolutely no talking in the halls!"
"H-huh!?"
"No talking in the halls!" Kiyotaka said slightly louder. Mondo's eyes narrowed in annoyance, just who did he think he was? He still kept silent. He wasn't one to follow orders at all, but Daiya would kill him if he got expelled.
'man… what a self absorbed asshole.'