Arm Wrestle

"Shiyon Michaels," Yuuto mumbled in his dimly lit room. "Should've tailed him. Bet he sensed my hidden, monstrous powers," he brooded, sensing his extraordinary ability to creepily stalk other people.

"Ahh, Espionage, a craft of the elite, demands decades to master. You could call my prowess a superpower, I'm that adept," he boasted to the shadows.

"Not adept enough," his sister's voice chimed in from behind.

"What do you want now?" he snapped, swiveling around, irritation etched on his face.

"Next time, Yuu-nii... I'll be the one opening the door," his sister said, cheeks tinged with pink. Yuuto's gaze locked on her face.

"No way," he gasped, his face draining of color, nausea creeping up as he realized his sister - the social butterfly, always surrounded by friends and dating guys - had a thing for him.

"He charmed you with that pathetic act? Gross," he spat in disgust.

"HE WAS SO HOT! WHY'D YOU SCARE HIM OFF, YOU WEIRDO?!" she screamed, grabbing a pillow and furiously whacking Yuuto with it.

Yuuto shielded himself from the relentless pillow assault. "He's an organ harvester, you naive idiot!" he retorted.

His sister's fury intensified. "I DON'T CARE! Let him harvest me! I'M HIS FIELDS TO PLOW!!! My heart, my soul, my body - I'd surrender it all! Finally, a hot guy shows up, and you screw it up!!! I hate you! WISH you never existed, you pathetic excuse for a brother!"

Yuuto's thoughts raced. 'Evil personified. He's definitely a nefarious Netorare Antagonist. Shiyon Michaels... I'll find you and baseball your ass!'

--THE NEXT DAY... IN YUUTO'S CLASS--

Shun glanced over his shoulder at Yuuto just as the teacher was about to enter. "Um..." he hummed, looking puzzled.

"What, you planning to hit on me too?" Yuuto grumbled, catching Shun's baffled look. A chorus of "ewws" erupted from some girls, including Riko, but Yuuto shrugged it off.

Shun exhaled. "No, it's just... you've got dark circles almost swallowing your glasses, Sakurai. Looks like you haven't slept a wink..."

'Of course I didn't sleep, naive cuck. I was busy hunting that snakelike foreigner... that organ-snatching fiend. He slipped through my fingers... An entire night of searching... Zip. Zilch. I scoured every den a scumbag like him might skulk in, and found squat. Looks like my week's booked now...' Yuuto's face betrayed a flicker of rage, as he fought to maintain a facade of nonchalance.

"Ha, probably the same for your girl. Bet she kept you up with a sextape this time," Yuuto shot back, a forced smile on his face as his eyes were mere slits.

"Uh... maybe you should get some sleep—"

"I didn't have to," Riko interjected, cutting off Shun. "It's him who's been keeping me awake. Something you, Sakurai, will likely never experience with anyone." Her sly smile and flushed cheeks were directed at Shun, who turned away, blushing, with a satisfied grin.

"That's false. It's a 'privilege' nobody will ever have with me. You all equally suck, though some more than others," Yuuto retorted, smirking disdainfully at Riko.

Riko glanced at Shun, her cheeks coloring again, her smile cunning. "See, sometimes you are right, Sakurai. That's yet another experience you'll miss out on..."

Shun chuckled, rubbing his head, his heart thudding as he and Riko shared knowing looks.

'This little...!' Yuuto's weary eye twitched in annoyance at Riko's comeback.

But observing their laughter and the tender, flirtatious glances they exchanged; a gentle, faint smirk unfurled on Yuuto's lips, unseen by others.

'I must be really worn out,' he thought. At that moment, the teacher walked into the room.

"Ahh, good morning, my beloved class!" the teacher beamed, his eyes scanning the room before resting on a figure at the door. "Today, we have a special guest, a shining example of our school's excellence. He came here after reaching 3rd place at the WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP OF KENDO, HELD IN the USA!!"

Yuuto's eyes followed her gaze as the students cheered, and widened in shock. Standing there was none other than Shiyon Michaels, the very organ harvester he had been relentlessly searching for.

The teacher's voice filled the room with pride. "This is Shiyon Michaels, an alumnus and the founder of our esteemed Kendo club. Under his leadership, the club soared to new heights!"

Shiyon stepped forward, his gaze sweeping across the class until it landed on Yuuto. With a sly grin, he winked directly at him.

A girl in the front back row gasped, her voice tinged with infatuation. "KYAAAA!!! Did you see that? I think he winked at me...!!!"

"O-organ harvester?!" Yuuto whispered to himself. His voice was a blend of disbelief and scorn, catching Shun's attention just as Shiyon's wink was directed his way.

Shun and Riko, puzzled, swiveled towards Yuuto. "...You know him?" Shun asked.

Yuuto scoffed, his tone laced with feigned ignorance. "...Probably just trying to steal your girl (He will succeed). He winked at her, not me." Inside, he was acutely aware it was him Shiyon had targeted with that wink.

Riko rolled her eyes with a huff, turning back to face Shiyon. Shun followed suit, muttering under his breath, "Why do I even bother..." Their classmates nearby, wearied by Yuuto's constant odd remarks, collectively sighed in resignation.

"Anime pillow, you really have no clue about Shiyon. Just shut it," another girl hissed from nearby, her friends glancing at Yuuto and nodding in agreement.

Yuuto's thoughts churned, 'So, he's the golden boy here. Textbook NTR Antagonist. A master manipulator. Got the looks, the physique. My gut was right. As usual.' His gaze shifted back to Shiyon.

Whispers of admiration fluttered through the class, a testament to Shiyon's charisma and popularity. "He's so cool!" another student murmured. "Is it true he beat 3 college guys with a wooden stick when he was just a middle-schooler?" Someone whispered, "He is an absolute legend. Even if you take away the sword, he could go toe-to-toe with a black-belt martial artist! I heard he protected our school's students from a bunch of gangsters one time!"

Shiyon's gaze lingered on Yuuto for a moment longer before he spoke. "I've heard great things about the Kendo club's current progress. I hope you've been looking after my cute Sen-chun."

The cheers intensified, words of praise about Sendo rose, bringing a warm smile to Shiyon's face that melted everyone's hearts.

Yuuto's mind raced. Sendo and Shiyon, connected? The pieces started to fall into place, forming a picture that left him uneasy.

'The hair, the piercings, Kendo... 'My... Senchun...?' N-no way..." He imagined a soap opera twist where Shiyon, the NTR ninja, swoops in, steals a guy's wife, has a kid with her, and then raises Sendo as a single dad after a tragic soap-opera-illness.

'THAT'S TOTALLY WHAT HAPPENED!' Yuuto thought, a metaphorical thunderbolt of realization striking him.

"I can tell what you're thinking, Sakurai. It's some theory to do with NTR or something, right? Shiyon isn't like that." Shun remarked, his expression a mix of exasperation and resignation.

"Hmph, that just shows how good he is at deceiving. Your girl thought the same about Male1 and 2." Yuuto retorted, adjusting his glasses.

'He tried to harvest my organs, after all.'

"Male one and... Oh-" Shun began, his face lighting up with understanding.

"When are you going to STOP rubbing it in everyone's face!? Aren't you tired of being an insufferable douchebag all the time?!" Riko burst out, her frustration boiling over. 

"When your face won't be near mine, I'll stop rubbing it in it. Like they almost did-"

Yuuto began, his tone even, only to be cut off by Shun.

"Listen, it's not like that. Shiyon is—" Shun attempted, but was interrupted as Shiyon started to speak, the loud cheers from the class drowned the three's odd conversation.

Shiyon stood confidently at the front of the classroom, his gaze sweeping over the students. "I have an idea," he announced, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Let's have an arm wrestling contest. Me, VS the entire classroom. Having Class 3-1 as the last class I was in before graduating, I'm curious to see how the school's physical training has evolved since my time here." He sneaked a sly glance at Yuuto, whose concern only grew.

The class buzzed with excitement and curiosity. Shiyon continued, "A year ago, when I was a student, we had a not-so-strong emphasis on physical development. Which led a lot of scawwy looking guys to think we cannot defend ourselves... I want to see how much progress we made. Are you all with me?"

As Shiyon's declaration echoed through the room, the class erupted in cheers. Yuuto, however, felt a sense of unease creeping in, sensing an ulterior motive behind this seemingly innocent challenge.

"Needless to say," Shiyon continued, his voice dropping an octave, resonating with a commanding tone, "EVERYONE must participate..." The emphasis on 'everyone' sent a wave of excitement mixed with intrigue through the students.

As Shiyon's words settled in the air, the classroom transformed. The girls, buzzing with excitement, were already imagining their moment with Shiyon. "I'm gonna hold hands with Shiyon-san...!!" one girl exclaimed, her eyes shining. "And I'll hold them the LONGEST..." she boasted, turning her friends into competitors in a heartbeat as they all clenched their fists at each other.

Meanwhile, the boys were fueled by a different fire. "I've been training hard these last two years... I can take him on!" declared one, his fist clenched, muscles tensing in anticipation. "I'll show these girls... Who's the one they should hold hands with...!"

Shun, observing the sudden shift in atmosphere, couldn't help but comment, "Is this the Kick of The Southeast Celestial Body? Everyone's so intense... I can practically see their aura..."

Yuuto, amidst this frenzy, felt his annoyance peak. 'Tsk,' he thought sourly. 'If I just used BooGle search, I could've found more about him... And get some sleep.'

'Doesn't mean he isn't an organ harvester. This arm wrestle thing feels off...'