It was a Friday morning, with mild weather that was perfect to play football. We returned to class after break, and I was all sweaty from playing football outside with the other guys. Obviously, my team won thanks to the goals I scored.

In this closed off school, the pitch was my domain. I was too damn good compared to everyone else, and they didn't serve a challenge or threat at all. If I went to King's Cross, I'm sure I would've also pulverised everyone else like this too.

"Oi, Mitsuba, do you have an energy drink? I'm thirsty as hell."

"Just buy one from the vending machine in the canteen."

"I can't be bothered to walk all the way downstairs again just for that. Just lemme sky from your bottle."

Mitsuba groaned and handed me his bottle of Bocari Sweat. I twisted off the cap and drank until I was satisfied. I returned the bottle to Mitsuba.

"Dude... there's barely any left in here."

"Tough luck. Want me to finish it for you?"

"No, it's fine..."

"If you say so."

I slapped his back and sat down at my seat. I rested my head on my desk and began to doze off. This was my favourite part of the day.

However, my attractive teacher, Chabashira-sensei walked in, making her presence known with the clacking noise of her high heels. Strange, today's period was meant to be math with Akusa-sensei.

It didn't matter, not even Chabashira-sensei's huge breasts could keep my attention when she did her history lectures. Even if I tried to focus, I'd slip away into a deep sleep and wait for the noise of the class to wake up.

Seriously, this school was the best! It had everything I ever wanted. Freedom, money, superiority... not to mention all the hot girls in my year. With my football skills, I'm sure to pick up a girlfriend down the line too.

Just as I closed my eyes, Chabashira-sensei began speaking.

"Today will be a little different. As I'm sure you're all aware by the email the school sent out this week, today is when the 1st Years will be having their pictures taken. This will be happening up until lunch time, and if you fail to get your picture done by then, the school will still be taking them during the final periods and after school. I advise you to take it during this time frame however."

I opened one of my eyes. Picture day sounded lame, but it gave me an excuse to bunk lessons, so I was all in for it.

"We'll be heading out to the gymnasium where they are being taken. Any questions before we leave?"

That goodie-two-shoes ikemen Matsushita put his hand up. I could imagine him with dog ears and a wagging tail, panting as he played teacher's pet.

"Loser..." I muttered.

"Chabashira-sensei, what about Kita-san? She's not here today."

"She can have her pictures be taken at a different time, that's not a problem."

Kita... that's a name I've forgotten. She hasn't been in school since Tuesday. She's weirder than Rinbayashi.

"I'll talk to her about it, don't worry." Ayano said.

Ayano was pretentiously edgy. He was the only person who spoke to Kita, and ignored his surroundings. I can never be friends with an arrogant simp like that.

"Well, if that's settled, let's go."

Chabashira-sensei left the class, and we followed her. Of course, my body felt sluggish after doing so much work carrying my football team, so I ended up being one of the last people out. Following me was that quiet loner, Takanori, who hung his head like he was guilty or something.

I didn't really like Takanori. When I first encountered him on the cruise ship, his eyes were scarily apathetic. He's harmless on the outside, but I can't tell what he's thinking, nor can I understand his actions. At least he's a good way to get closer with that cute friend of his, Kazuraba.

We entered the gymnasium, which was packed with all the classes. It looked like a real mess.

It was divided up into five booths, one for each class. There was a cameraman to take a photo at each booth, and half of the gymnasium was sectioned off for people who finished taking the photos. The other half was for students to form some kind of line to wait their turn.

Though, these idiots took this concept and threw it out of the window, as the class lines looked more like a class huddle. There were teachers there, even Chabashira-sensei stood on the side watching us, but they did nothing to bring order.

Since I wanted to bunk, I didn't wait in line and stood at the section where everyone who finished taking their photos was. Only a handful of people were finished, and a lot of them began returning to class, so I stood out like a sore thumb.

I didn't care though, I just took out my phone and began digging around the school forum for a bit.

As I did, I felt a spitball hit the sleeve of my shirt. I looked up, and saw Yamaguchi turn around with a smirk on his face. He was in the middle of a crowd comprised of all sorts of nasty guys I don't like, such as Shibata and Takemoto.

They probably had a similar idea like me, since they hung around this area instead of waiting to get their photos taken.

I put away my phone and went to confront Yamaguchi for his gross behaviour. As I did, Yamaguchi looked over his shoulder and sniggered.

"Oi, what the hell do you want Yukimura?"

"Why the fuck did you shoot a spitball at me?"

Yamaguchi and his group of friends bursted into mocking laughter.

"I never shot any spitball at you."

"Liar, yes you did!"

"Where's your proof?"

"It's right there, on the ground."

I turned around and pointed at the floor where the screwed up piece of paper coated in his slimy spit was. As I did, another one hit me in the back of the head.

"Oi, you piece of shit!"

As they were all laughing, I stormed through the crowd and grabbed Yamaguchi by his tie.

"Get your hands off me!"

Yamaguchi smacked my hands away from him. In his other hand was a plastic straw.

"Literally, look what's in your hand, dumbass. You were shooting spitballs at me."

He shrugged.

"So? It didn't hurt you."

Yamaguchi put the straw between his lips and fired another one, this time at my face. I dodged and swung at Yamaguchi's nose. He was caught off-guard and staggered back.

"Shit guys, Yukimura's gone violent again." Yoshimatsu laughed.

"Yamaguchi, did it hurt?" Shibata said.

That guy had a cocky smirk on. I hated him.

"Nah, that guy has no strength in his arms."

Yamaguchi was laughing with the rest of them, and launched another spitball at me.

"You wanna die today?!"

I balled up my fists and got ready to hit Yamaguchi again.

"We should restrain and humiliate him."

From the back of the crowd was Machida, a B Class student. Following him was Koishi, also from B Class.

"Good idea."

Shibata immediately went to grab me by the arms. I hit him to get him to back off, but he and Koishi went to grab me. I tried to fend them off, but they were pressuring me into a corner.

"Get away from me!"

Koishi grabbed me by my arm and pulled me to the floor. This guy had strength, unlike Shibata, so it was hard to resist when he got a good grip on me.

As Koishi dragged me to the ground, Shibata grabbed me by the other arm while Machida and Yamaguchi looked down on me. I was being forced to grovel down to these bastards...?!

"How the hell is this fair at all?!"

"It isn't meant to be fair, dumbass."

Yamaguchi shot a spitball directly in my face. I closed my eyes in disgust as it ran down my cheek.

"Just wait until we get back to class, I'm going to fuck you up Yamaguchi!"

"I'd like to see you try, Bakamura."

Yamaguchi stuck his tongue out and put an L on his forehead. I wanted to hit him so badly.

Meanwhile, Machida leaned in and raised a finger. He pointed it at me and smirked.

"Feel humiliated yet?"

"I don't feel a thing, except wanting to kill all of you!"

Machida laughed.

"Kill us? I'll make you blind before you can do that."

Before I realised it, Machida's finger was going straight for my eye. I shut my eyes immediately, bracing for impact.

Instead, their laughter worsened and Koishi and Shibata let go of me. As I opened my eyes up slowly, Machida had instead stolen my dorm room's keycard from my pocket.

He waved it around like it was a victory trophy, smiling triumphantly while looking down at me.

"...Oi, give that back!"

I jumped up and tried to snatch it from Machida, but instead he swiped it away and looked at it back and forth.

"I wonder, should I keep it or bin it?"

"Keep it, we can break into his room and steal all his stuff!" Yamaguchi laughed.

"Nah, if you bin it, he'll sleep on the streets." Shibata laughed.

They're all laughing, these damn bastards...

"Give it back!"

Machida looked at the keycard and shrugged.

"Koishi-san, do you have anything sharp on you?"

"I have a bottle opener."

Koishi tossed Machida his metal bottle opener. Machida looked at the sharp edge of it and whistled.

"Great. Hold him in place again for me, would you?"

This time, Yamaguchi and Takemoto grabbed me to hold me back. These two had much better grip strength than Shibata, but they couldn't bring me to my knees like Koishi.

Instead, I was fighting back, trying to escape from their clutches, while Machida was using the bottle opener to saw my keycard in half!

"Oi! Machida you bastard! Stop right now! Stop you piece of shit!!"

"And suddenly he begins to beg like a baby. I almost feel bad."

Machida smirked as he was halfway through cutting my keycard.

"I'll fucking kill you, Machida! You fucking piece of shit!"

He stopped and tossed Koishi back his bottle opener. Finally, my threats worked on this guy.

"Sure. Take it then, I don't need this junk."

Machida held the card out.

"What the hell are you doing man?!" Yoshimatsu said.

Yamaguchi let go of my right arm, and I grabbed the card. As I did, Machida pulled it away with force, snapping it in half.

"Whoops. My hand slipped."

The group of boys laughed at me as I held half of my broken keycard in my right hand.

I discarded it, tightened my burning fist, and slugged Machida in the face.

"...die."

I was sick and tired of their condescending personalities. If they wanna go this far, I was willing to go even further. I didn't get rejected from the school of my dreams to be laughed by some nobodies.

With a swollen cheek, Machida grit his teeth. He and everyone else had stopped laughing after seeing me put my full strength into the punch.

"Let's leave this loser. We've humiliated him enough for today."

As the ringleader, Machida, walked away into the crowd of students waiting to get their photos taken, his lackeys followed.

"You're a coward! A fucking coward! Motherfucker, come back here!"

I shouted as they left. I huffed, punching the wall behind me.

My knuckles got scraped and they started to bleed. I didn't matter, I was too angry and wanted to release it.

I didn't give a damn about having my photo taken anymore. I left the gymnasium and went to the classroom.

"Yukimura-san."

I heard a lethargic voice call out for me. I looked over my shoulder, and it was Takanori.

"What the hell do you want?"

He had the two pieces of my snapped keycard in his hand.

"I think you should ask Fumio-san for a new one."

I snatched the two halves from him.

I didn't want to waste anymore of my breath on another insignificant nobody like him. I trudged away with my hands in my pockets.

The only bad thing about this school are the nauseating idiots.