Blond Weirdo AND <Different POV: Yamamoto Ryunosuke> Interesting

Yukiko stood before her classmates for the school year, smiling while the teacher wrote her name on the chalkboard.

"This is Hirayama Yukiko," the middle-age teacher introduced her. "Why don't you say something, Hirayama-san?"

Smiling, Yukiko nodded at her teacher before she turned to her classmates. "My name is Hirayama Yukiko, and I like to sleep. Please take care of me!" After a bow, she walked down to the only empty seat in the classroom.

After Yukiko had settled down, the teacher began with the lesson.

Listening to him explaining what a derivative was, Yukiko wanted to kill herself. Why, oh why, did Aoi-san want her to go to high school so badly?

There was literally no point!

Yukiko sighed but still made sure to look as if she was paying extra attention to the material.

"Psst."

Yukiko ignored him.

"Psssst!"

She didn't even bother to look back.

"Psssssssssst!!"

Finally, she couldn't take it any longer and whipped her head around, her long hair hitting the guy across his face. He held his nose, his eye-catching dyed blond hair not even phasing Yukiko. She had seen more 'eye-catching' things in her yakuza-filled days. "What do you want?!" she hissed, her eyes ablaze with anger.

"I just wanted to say hi."

Fuuuuuuuuu- "Hi!" she said before she returned her attention to the lesson.

"Hey."

Turning her head, she looked back at the guy. "What?"

"The name's Akagawa. Akagawa Daichi."

"Did I ask?" Her dark blues drilled holes into the boy's brown ones.

"No."

"Exactly." Turning around, Yukiko ignored the boy.

All throughout the lesson, Daichi nudged Yukiko's chair, pulled her hair, or did other annoying shit. With incredible dedication and focus, Yukiko practically acted as if he were air as she watched the teacher teach.

Finally, once the lesson ended and the next teacher was about to arrive, Yukiko turned around in her chair to look at Daichi. "Can you stop?"

"No."

Exasperated, Yukiko lifted her arms up in the air before she returned them to her side. "What do you want, then?"

"To be your friend."

"Fuck off."

"Ouch," Daichi placed a hand above his heart, his face morphing into an expression of hurt. "You've hit me hard."

Yukiko's eyes twitched as his expression reminded her of a certain clingy father. "If you stop doing that, maybe I'll reconsider."

"Really?"

"No."

She turned forward, having noticed a different teacher enter the room. Then came another hour of class.

She was going to die of boredom.

Another kick to her chair and Yukiko corrected herself.

She was going to die of annoyance before she died of boredom.

*Kick*

Yep.

...... <Different POV: Yamamoto Ryunosuke> Interesting

In Special Classroom 1.

Ryunosuke glanced down at his smartphone, read the message from his subordinate, and lightly slide his smartphone back into his backpack.

"What happened, Ryu?" Cai Shun, Ryunosuke's childhood friend, said from behind him. Ryunosuke looked back and slowly shook his head.

"Nothing."

Shun leaned back in his chair and laughed. "I know you. It's not 'nothing'. What is it?"

For a split second, Ryunosuke showed a bloodthirsty smile, but he quickly schooled his features back. "My fiancée came from Osaka three days ago."

"What? Are you serious?!" Shun jumped out of his chair and the chair fell clatteringly to the ground. "Who is she?"

"She's in Regular Class 2."

Fixing his chair, Shun said the next words after he sat down. "She's stupid then."

Thinking back to her answers that he had casually glanced at before his mother sent them in, Ryunosuke slowly shook his head. "Nah. She's..." he spent some time thinking about the antics his fiancée had done in the three days so far... such as lock-picking the door to the front house to get in or winding a piece of hair around her door. He spent more time thinking about the right word before he gave up. "She's just interesting."

Raising an eyebrow, Shun glanced at his friend. "Interesting?"

"Yeah."

"Interesting enough to take her seriously?"

At that, Ryunosuke completely turned around in his chair to have an unobstructed view of Shun. Then, he began to chuckle before full-blown laughing. "I want her to fuck me up."

"What?"

"Yeah," Ryunosuke calmed down, but he continued to have a cheeky grin. "Rumors say that she's overbearing, spoiled, and acts like the world is under her feet. She hasn't acted like that yet, but I'm sure after a couple more days..." he broke off and started chuckling again. "Doesn't that sound... exhilarating? I want her to step all over me."

"You fucking masochistic fuck."

Ryunosuke shrugged his shoulders. "If not," Ryunosuke paused and looked his friend in the eye. Making a motion of his thumb moving across his neck, he grinned when Shun's eyes widened.

"You'll kill her?" Shun whispered.

"Nah. I won't be the one to do it."

"Sadistic fucker."

"That's me." Ryunosuke laughed.

"Will you really...?" Shun glanced at his friend.

"Maybe," he sighed. "She still has the Kawamura-kai clan backing her up, though. They have different values from our clan."

"All clans have different values from your clan."

"So? Woman aren't worth shit[1]. The only thing they can do is warm our beds, give us children, and take care of the house."

"You're a misogynistic piece of shit, you know that right?"

"And I should care why?"

"You should care because you want a woman to step on you when you think women are shit. What does that say about you?" Looking at Ryunosuke's expressionless face. Shun shook his head and decided that he needed a second opinion. Turning, he nudged the seat mate to his right. "He's a misogynistic piece of shit, right?" he said, pointing to Ryunosuke.

The classmate looked at Ryu before looking away, completely terrified.

"See? That girl doesn't care about my values."

"She's scared out of her mind, that's why."

Ryunosuke raised one of his eyebrows in a 'So what' fashion.

Shun watched him and sighed. "Whatever, dude. Just know that you're messed up."

Shrugging, Ryunosuke turned around to start self-studying. He glanced at his phone, remembering about his job this afternoon. He returned to his classwork, but his hands were itching for his next fight.

But then he remembered that he had to bring his 'fiancée' back home.

Well.

Maybe she'll show her true nature then?

He hoped so.