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Tachibana Azami was the girl everyone would call a wolf in bunny costume. His way of being did not quite agree. If her appearance was a beautiful and delicate girl, she actually was a girl to be feared.
Or that's what I've heard others say about me.
“I still can't believe you did that, Azami.” Hinata was my younger sister, there was also Naoto.
Due to a series of chain events that occurred at the school I belonged to, I ended up being expelled and transferred to a different one than my little sister's so that I could continue the second year.
"Easy, Hina." I put my arm around her shoulders smiling. I'm quite a bit taller than Hinata, everyone says I look more like Naoto because we both have the same hair color.
I accompanied them to their school. I bitterly greeted Takemichi and continued on my way to my new school.
I hated going through the situation of being the new one, especially when everyone was whispering in the hallways about me. I didn't mind in the least, although the false stories about what really happened made me laugh. I got to my first class and put the sweetest smile I could on my face.
Being a bitch was my favorite hobby, hypocrisy also went a bit hand in hand with it. “Show up front, please.” Heeding the teacher's words, I walked from the entrance to the other students. “I am Tachibana Azami, I hope to get along.”
They wish to get along with me or they will be squashed like cockroaches. The kindness of my mother had been inherited by my brothers, I apparently did not arrive in time to distribute it.
I took a seat where the teacher indicated, and the rest of the class was spent drawing in my notebook. I was never a good student, nor was I interested.
Passing the year was enough for me, we didn't have the money for a university anyway. With the money that my mother earned and the money that I earned doing small jobs was enough to make it to the end of the month, I left the savings for studies for my brothers.
They had hope of moving forward, I would make it possible for them to achieve it even if it meant staying behind.
“Miss Tachibana.”
I cursed inside as I heard the teacher's voice interrupt my way to the outside of the classroom. Class was over now, what the hell did he want? “You must choose a club, it is a requirement in this school.”
"Sure, sensei." I gave him a fake smile, taking the paper he held out to me and I got out as fast as I could.
“It is said that she is a prostitute, do you think that is true?”
“She looks very innocent, many would pay for that ...” I laughed bitterly as I turned the group of girls behind me. They were freshmen, it showed on their faces. I approached them with a cynical smile on my lips and got down to the level of the girl in the middle.
“What do you think ...” I ran my hand through her hair, the poor girl was trembling “, if you shut your fucking mouth and stop getting into other people's lives? I planned to keep my profile low and look like a lamb, y'all screw it up!”
I rolled my eyes and turned around. I sat outside the campus on the large yard, looked at the listing and sign-up sheet below as I put on my piercings and unfastened several of the buttons on my uniform. Mom asked me to pretend to be a good girl for at least the first day to make a good impression.
We already know that that did not end very well.
“Sport? I'm lazy.” I started reading the list “Debate? Disgusting, socializing.” I made a disgusted face. “Music? I'm not good even with the triangle. Chess? Is that the one with the horses?”
I snorted, all the options were bad.
“Library? I only read manga. Domestic economy?” I frowned in confusion to read the description of that club. After a few seconds of reading, I smiled. It was perfect, wonderful and charming.
I filled out the application and took it to the secretary just in time for the bell, the fifteen minute break was over. I headed to my next class, History, which was a subject that I hated. There was not a single class that I liked in any school.
Classes were soon over. I hardly needed to engage in conversation with students, which made me feel happy. I walked through the corridors until I was at the door of what would be my club. The door was closed so I knocked a few times until they opened.
On the other side was a girl with an unfriendly face. “Detention is at the bottom.” And closed the door.
I have to admit that I saw myself as a troublesome person. In addition, I had a band-aid on the bridge of my nose and a bruise on my jaw, my knuckles with scars. However, her judging so quickly only made me feel annoyed.
I knocked on the door repeatedly until the same girl peeked out again. “I already told you that ...”
"I'm the new member of this club, genius." I gave her a sarcasm-laden smile as I walked past her, bumping shoulders.
The place was quite crowded with tables with sewing machines. There were quite a few members there, the room was full. I instantly grimaced. “You are a ...”
“Its okay, Shimizu, I'll take care of it.”
I looked at the girl from earlier, who was more than ready to insult me, and then I looked at the boy standing next to her. His hair was light purple just like his eyes, he had the typical good boy expression, but he looked the opposite.
"You must be Tachibana, right?"
“Yes, I am.”
“Well, I’m Mitsuya Takashi, the president of the club. I'll give you the rules, schedules, and more.” I winced as I followed him walking between the tables. He told me an empty chair in front of a sewing machine, so I took a seat. He took a seat in the empty chair next to me as he took some papers off the table.
Until now I did not realize the ring he was wearing in his ear. “Why did you choose Home Economics?”
I laughed at the question gaining a look from him. "I just have to interact with a machine or a frying pan," I replied. “Although I did not expect there to be so many people.”
He nodded and marked a few things on the paper. “I’m sorry to inform you that we do all the work in teams.”
I instantly grimaced. "Can't I just ... not be on a team?"
“No.” He continued writing while I began to kill him with my eyes and imagination. Damned. “But, boss, I'm better working alone.”
"I'm sorry, Tachibana, that's how the club works." The damn purple-haired continued to write on the damn paper. I instantly grimaced disgusted. “And with Mitsuya or Takashi it's fine.”
"I prefer boss," I shrugged. " Sounds more ... kinky, don't you think, boss?”
He glanced at me and went about his business. I sighed in exhaustion as I began to see the surroundings. It was true that they were all in groups of three or more, I hated my bad luck.
“There is a club on Monday, Wednesday and Friday after school. I'll assign you to group three" I laughed in between looking to the table of the group three. Was the largest group of the fucking club.
"Are you declaring war on me, boss?"
"They need help with their project, it's nothing personal," he replied neutrally.
My balls believe you ... and I don't have.
"Sure, sure." I rolled my eyes. " I declare war on you, boss, and believe me I won't make it easy for you here.
"We'll see, Tachibana.