8 Ch. 006. / Crescent Moon Class' Worst! (I Guess We’re Fighting!?)

Hijiri brushed her long dark green hair as she listened to the soft wind blow her black curtains. She managed to get most of her stuff from the church into her dorm room but of course, not everything fit. Surprisingly, the Nuns weren't too upset at Hijiri for suddenly leaving them but the orphans were a whole other story. They cried and screamed when she was packing her bags. One of them even tried to run off with her stuff so she wouldn't leave. Hijiri felt a pain of guilt thinking about how she just left like that - all because of a simple hug.

"Was it really that serious. . . ?"

The teenaged girl looked at her left palm as she clenched and unclenched them repeatedly. She was trying to see if she could unlock any secret power. Suddenly, there was a loud bang at her door.

"Kya!" She dropped her brush at the loud noise. "Who is that??"

Hijiri opened her dark orange door revealing an annoyed-looking Arumigi. She wondered how long he must have been standing there.

"The hell are you doing!?" He didn't hold back his screaming, even when the girls of this dorm turned to stare at the two. "You don't have your shoes or bag on! Tch, I'll never understand women."

Hijiri looked down to see just her black socks on. Her schoolbag wasn't even packed yet - at least she had her uniform on. The teenage girl wanted to ask Arumigi several questions but wasn't sure where to begin.

How about, 'Why are you waiting for me outside my door?'

The girls weren't too keen on the idea that males could just step inside their door house just because their partner was a female. The dorms resident manager was a crazy old woman who could see let alone write anything down. The girls complained to Sir. Pumpkin multiply times that they felt unsafe with her but he's never gotten to replace her.

"Oh my- Are you just gonna stand at the doorframe forever??"

Hijiri opened her door a bit wider allowing him in. She didn't know why, her body just moved n its own. Hijiri didn't fully process what she just did until she heard the girls nearby gasp. A blush immediately formed on her cheeks reaching the tips of her ears. She realized that she had left all her clothes all over the floor - that included her bra and panties.

"Wa-wait! Wait a minute!!" Hijiri grabbed her brush that had fell and threw it straight at Arumigi's forehead without thinking. The force was so strong that it launched him straight out of her room, causing him to collide with the wall outside. The dark-haired girl rushed to close her door, slipping as she slammed it shut.

This then caught the unwanted attention of gossiping girls. They obviously didn't think highly of Arumigi, so this little scene wouldn't help boost their opinion about him.

"Hey, that's Arumigi Shimizu, the weak Asagao. . ."

"I heard he's been through like fifty different partners!"

"Yeah and none of them could keep him in check!"

"He's such a creep! I bet he's trying to force his way into becoming that new girls partner. . ."

Arumigi clenched his teeth as he heard all the girls talking crap about him. His white hair fell over his red eyes, hiding his expression. He quickly thought he made a mistake trying to check up on Hijiri. He was about to run off until he heard a soft voice say his name.

"Um. . . Mr. Shimizu?"

He looked up to see a beautiful blonde girl with bright green eyes that were full of worry. He had helped her the other name, but couldn't recall her name. Arumigi didn't even remember sharing his name with her but it was apparent that he did.

"Are you okay??" She bent down in front of him trying to see if he was badly injured. "Uhm. . . ?" She was trying to ask about the wall but didn't know how to put it into words. Arumigi tried not to look up too much - her breasts were quite visible and he felt like a total pervert every time he caught a glance.

"Arumigi?��� Hijiri called out as she came out from her room, feeling bad that she reacted like that. She didn't notice the blonde, since her focus was readjusting her brown school loafers. When she finally looked up she froze seeing the blonde girl. "O-Oh. . ." She showed an annoyed smile at the two. "Who's this? I don't think I've seen you." Hijiri lied through her fake innocent smile, placing her hand on her cheek, pretending like she was thinking. She remembered the blonde quite well and remembered Arumigi's hand on her back even more.

"Oh!" She stood up quickly causing her breast to bounce. "I'm Marisol Calleja. . . I-I saw you at the Percentage Evaluation with Ms. Yoruzo." Marisol held out her hand waiting for Hijiri to shake it.

Hijiri looked down at Marisol's slender hand - she didn't want to shake it. The girl had a stupid reasoning behind it, but she forced herself too. Hijiri felt dumb feeling jealous around Marisol, the two didn't even talk until today.

"Hijiri Sesui."

The two girls just stood in the middle of the dorms hall in an awkward but tense silence. Both of them were wondering what was their relationship with Arumigi. The white hair boy wasn't the easiest to talk to, so of course, they were jealous of one another. Marisol was worried that Arumigi and Hijiri were much closer because of how casually Hijiri would refer to him as.

"Miss. Sesui! Miss. Calleja! Shimizu!"

A familiar stoic but stern voice called out from down the hall. Tokiru pushed up her circular glasses as she quickly walked down to the three.

"Why aren't you in class!? Why is Shimizu sleeping in the girls' dorm hallway??"

"Sleeping. . . ?"

The two teenage girls mumbled in unison looking at each other than at the white-haired male. His head was leaning forward causing his white hair to fall over his eyes, hiding his expression. But if you listen closely, you could hear his faint snores. The two girls must have not heard since they were so lost in their thoughts about each other.

"Nevermind that," Tokiru sighed, placing her hand on top of her dark brown, almost black hair. The young woman had a single strand of hair in between her eyes and her glasses laid over the strand. "just get to class!"

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Hijiri walked down the empty hallway sadly. She was extremely late to her first official class, but she was more upset over the fact she might have given Arumigi a concussion. The two weren't official partners - hell, the two barely knew each other. For some strange reason though, Hijiri was jealous of Marisol for some unknown reason. The dark-haired girl then thought back to when Arumigi caught her in the Percentage Evaluation room.

"Stop thinking about that!" Hijiri hit the sides of her cheeks which quickly turned red. It's not like it mattered, her face was already pretty red. Hijiri then reached the classroom, she immediately could tell something was off by just opening the door.

The handle broke off the second she touched it.

"Wha-!?"

When she was put in Class 1-A, the door looked like it had on a fresh coat of paint. There was not a speck of dirt in that classroom. The wooden seats had the softest pillows and the stadium-like classroom was extremely organized.

The classroom for 1-C, on the other hand, was a complete disaster zone. Ripped books laid all over the floor. Paper balls and planes were everywhere but the small trashcan. The paint on not only the door but walls were peeling off and stained. The stadium-like wooden desk and seats looked like they haven't been changed for years. Worst of all, there wasn't a teacher in sight leaving the students to do whatever the hell they felt like.

"Where the fuck did Arumigi go!?"

A male that looked around Hijiri's age yelled angrily. He had quite a delicate face with big bright green eyes - he could easily be mistaken for a girl if you didn't look at him too closely. His hair was short with the ends dyed blue. One thing was certain, he definitely didn't act feminine in the least.

"Aatami!" A girl with pigtails yelled angrily, placing her hands on her hips. She looked quite annoyed at his choice of words. "We're in class! Don't curse!"

Hijiri couldn't tell if her hair was black or just a really dark blue color. The dark-haired girl thought the pigtailed girl was quite cute. She had blunt bangs with two blunt strands framing her face. She was of average height, but her chest area was slightly bigger than of the average girl her age. Her skin was pale but wasn't as pale as Aatami's.

"Who cares, Icarus?! That fucking bastard of a teacher ain't even here!"

That comment earned him a punch to his head that was dealt with by Icarus. Aatami held his head in pain, quickly feeling a bump forming.

Hijiri just stood awkwardly at the door entrance unaware of what she should do. If the teacher wasn't there, then could she just leave and wouldn't get in trouble?

"OUT OF THE WAY~!!"

A gruff sounding voice yelled as a rolling chair with an unconscious Arumigi came zooming towards Hijiri. Thankfully, Hijiri had quick reflexes. Too bad she had little to any sort of combat training so she ended up trying to jump out the way but still got a chair crashed into her body. She got launched into the back walls of the stadium-like classroom causing a huge crack to where her head collided with.

"Arumigi!?"

"What the hell!?"

"Uwaa~ Come on Alibie! The teacher's back, stop sleeping!"

In the midst of the chaos and confusion, a gruff looking man slowly walked into the room with an attendance sheet. He had messy bright red hair, and unshaven face and was. . . half-naked!? He immediately earned squeals from embarrassed girls.

"Professor Cartel, you~uu pervert!!

Icarus sped up to him and gave him a nice slap that echoed throughout the halls. He was launched into his desk causing papers to litter more of the floor.

"Arumigi!! Let's fucking fight!!"

Aatami jumped down from his seat facing the unconscious Arumigi. The white-haired teen looked like he was forcibly pulled out from the nurses' office. Hijiri sat up becoming dumbfounded at how Class 1-C functioned. There was absolutely no order like Class 1-A.

"Aatami! You know you can't fight. . ." The teacher yelled out finally with some clothes on. He had a serious expression on his face.

'Thank God!' Hijiri thought as she began to stand up. 'The teacher is actually going to stop this chaos. . .'

"Without having a staff member as a spectator fufufufu~!"

Hijiri just fell down again in shock that the teacher was okay with this chaos. She fell down so hard though that students finally noticed her presence.

"Who the hell is that?"

Aatami pointed to the passed out Hijiri, she looked incredibly drained and she hadn't even done anything.

"Oh that's Arumigi's partner - unofficially that is." The red-haired man answered with a yawn.

Aatami's huge green eyes sparkled at the chance to fight not only Arumigi but his brand new partner.

"You! The big-boobed green-haired girl!! Wake up!!"

Hijiri blushed brightly hearing Aatami's description of her. Before she could say anything, Icarus punched the top of Aatami's head.

"Aatami! Don't call her that!"

"Her boobs are big though," Aatami then grabbed Icarus' own breast nodding his head. "She definitely has bigger boobs than yours Icarus. . ."

"AAAATAAAMIII~~~!!"

Icarus' dark blue eyes turned white matching the insides of her eyes. She had a great aura appear around her causing her dark blue pigtails to stand up on their own. The girl clenched her fist, so tightly that Hijiri could see blood.

"ICARUS PUN~CH!"

She screamed punching Aatami with so much force that when his face collided with the floor beneath him, the wooden floorboards split in two.

The whole class, including Hijiri, fell silent in fear that they would get Icarus Punched. Even Arumigi, who was unconscious the whole time - seemed to quiet his breathing in fear. The girl then turned towards Hijiri who was frozen in fear. Her eyes returned to their regular color as she picked up Aatami who was knocked out. She showed Hijiri a soft smile, but to the dark-haired girl, it looked like the smile of the devil.

"Sorry about my rowdy classmates. I hope they don't scare you~"

Hijiri just nodded way too afraid to speak.

'You're way scarier!' The whole class seemed to think in unison.

This was the lowest of the low class of the whole Academy. Class 1-C of the Crescent Moon Class. Let the chaos ensue.