Capítulo 86: Peaceful Da—
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Shiyon's Committee Rules and Regulations:
1. You must always walk in pairs, or more.
2. You are not allowed to leave classroom, unless its a personal medical emergency.
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The next day, the sports festival was about to begin.
At the same time, the Disciplinary Committee began enforcing its new rules.
Student members of the committee, largely composed of Shiyon's former followers, were now stationed outside classrooms, each wearing a red armband around their biceps. To the rest of the school, this band signified strength—a mark that these were students Shiyon himself had deemed valuable.
As students made their way to school, there was an air of unease. No one walked alone; everyone paired up, wary of the atmosphere surrounding the committee's presence.
Rumor had it that some of the committee members were former students, graduates Shiyon had called back as a personal favor. The committee was strict, applying its rules equally to everyone. If a member believed you'd crossed a line, you'd be disciplined.
Still, there was something unsettling about some of these members. Some lingered a moment too long when a beautiful girl passed by, a sinister chuckle drifted through the air near the school gate. A few members had unfamiliar faces—no one knew them, but they all complied out of respect for Shiyon's influence.
Even the school's most influential students adhered to these new rules, despite not being part of the committee themselves.
... Well, all except one.
'Stop it with the "except one" bullshit. I'm not planning on doing anything, contrary to popular belief. I've attracted enough attention as it is. Time to lay low for a while,' Yuuto sighed internally as he made his way to school, dressed in his usual long-sleeved uniform, heading toward the gates.
He noticed two committee members watching him. He kept his back straight, his gaze casual.
'... And as suspicious as it is to have guys over eighteen guarding the school, I'll have to ignore it for now. I'll dig into their backgrounds later,' he thought, approaching them.
"Hey, you!" one of them called, stepping toward Yuuto.
'Obviously, I came prepared to avoid attention,' he thought as he met their gaze.
... While his arm was held by the pink-haired Chiyoko, who clung to him.
'Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? HUH!!!?' Chiyoko thought as she looked down, her head raising steam as her face was red as a tomato, throughout the whole way.
'T-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-this really happened..!?! H-he-hehehehhe- really... ah...' She thought, her eyes turning into whirlpools as she recalled what ahppened yesterday, after they finished preparing the school for the sports festivals.
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"Runt-... Chiyoko," Yuuto called as he walked up behind her on their way from school.
"A-ah...! Senpai..! W-what is it..?" she stammered, looking away nervously.
'Jeez... We haven't talked in a few days... I... I can't act normally around him...!' she thought in frustration, her gaze darting.
"Tomorrow. Walk with me to school. The regulations require us to go in pairs, and..." Yuuto began, his tone detached and mechanical.
Well, at least that's how it felt to him.
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"Chiyoko..." Yuuto Sakurai hot guy moan
"S-... Senpai... Meeting me all alone like this... P-people might get... the wrong idea...!" she said, only for him to suddenly slam his palm against the wall behind her, her heart pounding.
"Even though you clung to me at the resort and at my own house... you never once worried about what anyone thought... I miss the you from then," he whispered in a low voice, leaning in close, his breath brushing her ear. "She was much cuter..."
[I never said that.] 5th Dimension Yuuto interrupted.
"A-ah..." she stuttered, looking away as Yuuto's breath warmed her cheek. "W-what is it... hurry up and..." She trailed off, her gaze guided back to him by a gentle finger under her chin.
"I'm scared, you know..." he murmured, his dreamy eyes filled with longing.
[Stop.] 5D Yuuto commanded, narrowing his dreamy eyes.
How about no?
"S-scared...?" she murmured, captivated by his soulful gaze.
"Yes... I need you... to walk with me tomorrow. These new regulations... I can only muster the strength to go on when you're with me," Yuuto purred, his eyes raw with quiet vulnerability, a somberness he'd never shown anyone before.
[Eat a dick.] 5D Yuuto erupted.
"A-alright... I'll... give me your number... I'll call you... and protect you," she replied, her gaze steady with quiet resolve, leaving the vulnerable yet powerful man entranced by her strength.
[PUKES] the vulnerable 5D Yuuto gagged.
"Ah... I'm so happy... To have you, Chiyoko... I'm so happy... I'd be happy..."
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"Uh... Chiyoko?" Yuuto's voice broke through as she froze, her phone in hand, entering his number as she murmured dreamily:
"I'd... be h-h-h-h-h-happy..."
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[I did not need to see that.] 5D Yuuto sighed as Yuuto and Chiyoko finally entered the school gates, the two committee members allowing them through as they adhered to the new rules, traveling in pairs as instructed.
Yuuto shot a glance back at the Disciplinary Committee members as Chiyoko drifted in her daze.
'Some of them are leering at the girls, but they look like they're seriously sizing us up... I don't like it,' he thought, feeling a slight bump on his shoulder as he made his way through the schoolyard.
"Ah…" Chiyoko murmured, snapped out of her trance as she felt Yuuto's muscular arm brush against her.
Yuuto casually turned to see who had bumped into him. The person continued walking, offering a simple, "Sorry," as he headed toward the gym.
"… Sendo?" Yuuto called, noticing the slight grimace on Sendo's face, his head slumped.
Sendo didn't stop.
"S-Sendo-kun…" Chiyoko whispered, concern softening her voice as she watched Sendo walk away.
'Is he upset about these guys, maybe? When that manipulator told his story, it sounded like Sendo opposed the Harvester's methods… I've never seen him like this. Even back at the hospital with Cuckooto,' Yuuto mused, curiosity piqued.
'Oh well. I'll worry about Sendo later. Wonder how Haruto*ahem* cuckooto is doing,' he thought as he turned back, continuing toward the school building, half-aware of the murmurs of students around them as they noticed Sendo's demeanor.
Then something caught his attention.
"Hey… look," someone muttered, "that girl's clinging to Pillow…"
Yuuto stopped in his tracks.
"...Senpai?" Chiyoko called softly, looking up at Yuuto with an expression of quiet confusion as his face remained unreadable.
"What's she doing with that nutjob? Does she just not know any better?" someone muttered nearby.
'We're already in the school, and no committee members are watching… Time to end this,' Yuuto thought, abruptly pulling his arm out of her grasp.
"Thanks for the assist, runt," he said, his tone detached.
"W-wha…" she whispered, stunned by the suddenness of it.
"Here. For your trouble." He placed a 2,000 yen bill in her hand, deliberately letting the onlookers see.
"A…wha…?" Her voice trembled as she stared at the bill in disbelief, her gaze flicking from the money to Yuuto's blank expression.
"S-senpai…?" she murmured, her voice tinged with confusion and hurt.
"You can leave now. Thanks." He waved her off dismissively.
"A-ah…" A small, pained gasp escaped her.
"Oh, so he paid her to do that…?"
"I mean, it's Pillow. How else would someone agree to be his pair?"
"Well, she made some easy money, at least."
"Haha, I actually thought they were friends. This school doesn't need any more weirdos," the students snickered and whispered among themselves.
Inside the school, Miyuki leaned casually against her locker, watching the scene unfold from a distance with her group of friends, her eyes narrowing slightly as she observed.
"Woah, those first years are already hustling…"
"He probably begged her, and she only agreed to go with him for the money…"
"Good thing she didn't do it for free. Might've thought something was wrong with her if she did," Miyuki's group snickered amongst themselves, while Miyuki's gaze remained unwavering, sharp like a hawk, focused solely on Yuuto.
Chiyoko's face darkened as she looked at the bill. Yuuto keeping his gaze at her.
"I said go. You served your purp—"
Slap.
Chiyoko slapped him, her hand landing with full force on his cheek. Her face was twisted in anger, her eyes blazing.
"I hate you," she growled, her voice low and filled with hurt.
A silence fell over the crowd.
"Holy shit… Good for that girl," someone whispered, and a few others snickered.
"…Luckily for you, there were no committee members here," Yuuto said, his head still tilted from the slap. "Or I'd have reported you." His voice was cold as he flicked his gaze back to her, unflinching.
Chiyoko clenched her teeth, swallowing her tears as she met his indifferent stare one last time before spinning around. She stormed into the school building, pushing past Miyuki and her friends without a second glance.
'...Well, that's that,' Yuuto thought with a sigh…
…yet this time, Sakura's words echoed louder than before, resonating within him, leaving a faint twinge in his chest.
For once, he had no remark prepared, no clever quip on his tongue as he made his way into the building, surrounded by the sneers and giggles of students.
He reached the stairway, which was now mostly empty, students having already headed to their classes. Suddenly, he was met by a girl with striking blonde hair edged with black. This time, she wore the school's uniform, a far cry from the bold outfit she usually wore with a neck collar and short jeans.
"Hey," she murmured, leaning casually against the wall, her gaze fixed on him.
"... Here to deliver some payback for the runt? Did she come crying to you?" Yuuto scoffed, chuckling as he met Miyuki in the stairwell.
Miyuki smirked. "Most people might fall for that third-rate act," she replied coolly, "but I see right through it. That stunt with Chiyoko—it was for her, wasn't it?"
Yuuto's expression flickered, but he said nothing, so Miyuki continued.
"The moment those guys started talking trash about her, you pushed her away so they wouldn't associate her with you," she observed. She watched as he moved to walk past her, heading up the stairs.
"...I really am that interesting to look at, huh?" He shot her a sly smile, though it was weaker than usual.
"Yeah, a little," she replied flatly, meeting his gaze squarely.
Yuuto paused, caught off guard by her straightforward answer. A silence hung between them on the stairwell.
"...Well, stop it. Just pretend this never happened. You don't exactly like me yourself, right? So do me a favor and forget whatever 'depth' you think you see in me," he said, a trace of bitterness in his voice.
Miyuki folded her arms, studying him. "You punishing yourself for something, Sakurai? Is that why you can't have someone liking you?"
Yuuto froze, his gaze turning distant, a subtle twitch betraying his otherwise steady composure.
"Hah," He forced out a scoff, "What makes you say that?" he asked.
"I know how it looks," she answered simply, her tone calm. Another silence stretched between them as Yuuto searched for something to say.
Miyuki sighed, finally breaking the stillness. "So… if you ever want to talk about it… hit me up. Whether my friends are around or not." She brushed past him, glancing over her shoulder as she added, "Because despite all the weird stuff you've done, what you did with that junior was kinda cool. Stupid, but cool. I think she'll believe the same thing if she knew."
She continued up the stairs, rounding the corner toward her classroom. On the way, she gently tapped Chiyoko's shoulder who was there, listening to their conversation. Chiyoko was sitting against the wall, quietly sniffling, clutching the bill Yuuto had given her.
Meanwhile, Yuuto stood alone on the stairwell, the echo of their conversation lingering as he stared into the empty space ahead.
"Hmph," Yuuto huffed as he climbed the stairs and entered his classroom, just a minute before the teacher arrived.
He settled into his seat, letting his mind wander. On the way here, he'd glanced toward Sakura's classroom.
She wasn't there again today.
"Hey, did you hear? That second-year girl still hasn't come to school..." a student murmured nearby.
"Wasn't it just a bar fight? Did something worse happen to her…?" another student whispered.
Yuuto's restlessness grew, his fingers tapping on his desk as the teacher entered.
"Hello, class. I'm proud to announce the first day of the sports—"
Yuuto raised his hand abruptly, interrupting.
"...Sakurai," the teacher acknowledged, frowning as he looked at him.
Shun turned to glance back at Yuuto, noticing the uncharacteristic tension in his usually composed expression.
"I have to use the bathroom, constipation. Medical emergency. I need to go now," Yuuto said, standing up and heading straight for the door.
Inwardly, he'd made up his mind. 'I'm going to her house. I need to find out what happened, whether she's up for it or not.'
"Sakurai! I didn't give you permission to leave—"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I have a medical emergency, so it's fine." Yuuto shot back dismissively, brushing past the teacher.
"What's wrong with him…?" Riko whispered, watching him with surprise.
"I don't know… he seems… different. Much more than usual...!" Shun replied, a hint of concern in his voice, while Miyuki observed intently.
The classroom fell silent, save for the echo of Yuuto's footsteps as he made his way to the exit.
'Hm. Thought they'd be a bit more proactive about this. Oh well,' Yuuto mused as he opened the door.
Just then, a hand pressed firmly against his chest, shoving him back with a slight force. Yuuto looked up to see a student wearing the red armband—a member of the Disciplinary Committee.
It was Gon, standing tall; even in his short form, and imposing at the exit, his gaze fixed sternly on Yuuto.
"Sit down, Sakurai. No one leaves unless they have a medical emergency, as per the Disciplinary Committee's rules," Gon instructed firmly, blocking the door.
Yuuto clicked his tongue in irritation, brushing off his shirt as if dusting away the spot where Gon had touched him.
"Finally… someone's putting that freak in his place," a student muttered, nodding in agreement with a few classmates.
"It is a medical emergency," Yuuto replied, stepping closer to Gon. "So let me through, Gorilla." He stopped an inch from Gon, meeting his glare head-on.
"Holy shit… what's he thinking? Is he ACTUALLY suicidal?" another student murmured, while even the teacher looked on in confusion.
"Forget going up against Gon-san… he's in the Disciplinary Committee!" someone whispered, as a ripple of tension spread through the room.
"Pillow's about to get wrecked… can't wait," a student snickered, though others glanced uneasily at the scene.
"Sit. DOWN. SAKURAI," Gon growled, his eyes narrowing. "Shit from the window for all I care. But you're not leaving this classroom."
"I'm not in the mood, Gorilla," Yuuto leaned in close, his voice low. "MOVE. Or I'll make an example out of you like I did your aniki," he whispered, his eyes flashing with sudden intensity.
"HOLY SHIT, JUST SIT THE HELL DOWN, PILLOW!" someone shouted from the back.
"YEAH, STOP MAKING IT HARD FOR THE REST OF US!" a few others yelled.
"Gon-san, just let him through! It's not like he's contributing anything anyway!" another student called out, his voice laced with unease as he watched Yuuto's unflinching stare.
'... He started acting this way the moment they mentioned Takagi from 2nd year...' Miyuki observed, her gaze sharp.
'Something's seriously off with him today… I have to stop him!' Shun thought, glancing up at Yuuto. But just as he gathered the will to stand, he hesitated, recalling Yuuto's toned, imposing frame.
'Can I… really do anything here?' he wondered, frozen in place. Even the teacher could sense it—something was wrong. An instinctive warning held him back, as if stepping in would end badly.
'What is this intensity I'm feeling from that ruffian...? It's as if...' he thought, looking at Yuuto's broad back.
'...There's another Shiyon here!'
Gon's gaze hardened, and he leaned in to growl, "That was a FLUKE, PILLOW. A FLUKE. Aniki would've left you in a pool of blood if it kept going." His voice was a low, dangerous hiss.
"What are they talking about…?"
"If I didn't know better… it's like they're standing on equal ground…!"
"Pillow doesn't even look scared…!"
'I still need to get answers from him… Sakura's absence from school for three days… Tch… that wasn't just some mixer scuffle…!' Yuuto clicked his tongue in irritation, Sakura's words echoing in his mind.
"Then, tell me what happened at the mixer." Yuuto growled.
"Fuck you, that's what. I ain't telling you shit... Aniki's orders." Gon muttered as he looked up at him.
"Who are YOU to ask about that, pillow fucker?"
"Then you're worthless to me, so let me—..." Yuuto paused mid-sentence, his attention suddenly shifting beyond Gon. Gon's expression flickered with confusion as Yuuto's gaze moved past him.
"Sakura!" a voice called from down the hall.
Gon, startled, turned to see who it was. Yahiko, Sakura's ex-boyfriend, was approaching from the hallway, his eyes locked on Sakura as she appeared, walking slowly down the corridor. He hurried toward her, reaching out.
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"Ah, never mind. It went away," Yuuto muttered, his irritation dissipating as he watched Yahiko wrap his arms around Sakura and walk alongside her.
Without another word, Yuuto turned back into the classroom, his expression neutral. The entire room fell silent, glancing between him and the hallway, their attention drawn to Sakura's unexpected presence at school; confused at Yuuto's sudden calm.
'... Well, at least nothing happened to her that—'
"Yahiko..." Sakura's soft voice from outside the classroom pierced through Yuuto's thoughts.
"Let go of me, please… It… feels weird when you… hug me like that…" Her voice quivered, carrying a hint of vulnerability. Gon gasped, recalling what had happened to her, and the details Seichiro had shared with him and Konro...
... But for Yuuto, something else ignited.
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His skin compressed against my knuckles, yielding to my strength. The impact reverberated through his skull; bones and joints cracked, his face contorted in pain. Blood vessels burst in his nose, which immediately shattered, and several teeth flew from his mouth. The door's hinges groaned, finally giving way, and the entire door collapsed as his body flew into the hallway, sprawling across the pristine floor.
People are noticing. They're watching me, but their voices are faint, distant. All I see is him as I stomp out of the classroom. He's the only thing in focus, everything else a blur. Within him, I can see the fighter; he scrambles to his feet, rattled but defiant, his one good eye wide and wary. His arms rise, braced to grapple, to fight back.
I don't care$(*&@^(#*&@Be Kind..!&*^($(@*. He lunges, aiming to grab me, but I stop him easily.
I grabbed both of his arms and violently shoved them aside, teeth clenched, every muscle in my body tensed to the breaking point. Lifting my foot high, I drove a kick straight into his upper abdomen, sending his battered body flying once more. This time, he crashed through the partly open door of the bathroom, which slammed against the wall with a deafening bang as he landed inside.
I stomped in after him. He was trying to get up again, but now there was panic in his eyes. He was weaker, desperate.
He yelled something—a curse, probably—before throwing another wild punch in my direction. His face was a mix of determination and guilt. I could see it: he regretted something deeply, but he didn't regret facing me.
His fist was halfway to my face when my own connected with his, halting his attack. I held back enough to keep him alive, not putting my full weight behind the hit.
He staggered, reeling from the blow, and I struck again. And again. Each punch drove the air from his lungs, leaving him gasping, wheezing, unable to catch his breath as I pummeled his diaphragm and ribs.
Now he was barely holding on, his strength spent. I grabbed him, one hand gripping his shirt collar, the other pressing against his groin, and lifted him into the air. With a brutal heave, I hurled him against a bathroom stall door. The door splintered off its hinges, collapsing under his weight as he sprawled across it, coughing up blood.
I picked him up again.
I screamed.
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Roared.
Nothing coherent. Just raw frustration... no, something deeper, something primal that I couldn't name. It didn't matter. I lifted him and dragged him to another stall. This time, I didn't break the door. I stepped inside with him, pinning him down against the toilet, right at the edge of the water.
@&$#%^@($%WHAT HAPPENED TO SAKURA AT THE MIXER… TELL ME… OR YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD…!!@#$%@(&!@#
I whispered into his blood-soaked ear, holding him down effortlessly, his shoulder on the verge of snapping as I locked his arm in place.
'aH... HA... Who... He.. I... I couldn't do anything...' Gon thought, his vision blurring, consciousness slipping.
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