A Classic Karma Prank

by Raini_1

Summary:

Asano sees Karma getting up to trouble, Karma convinces him to help.

OR Gakushuu figures out he's illiterate (figuratively, not literally)

Notes:

Is it bad that I see them in an Andy and Leyley light? Like I feel like they would be like that… but they're just friends with romantic tension… not incest siblings…

Anyways, sorry for only having a WIP, I swear I'll finish this fic but I've been really busy, I have a job, I have writers block, and this month is Art Fight, so writing isn't really the first thing on my mind.... Sorry! I'll try to be more active soon :3

(Because of writers block, some of the parts in this fic might seem a bit... off, I can't figure out what's off with them, so if you want... maybe like, comment, tell me what's off? Tell me what's to goofy or to serious?)

Chapter 1: Part 1

 

“Hey, isn’t that Karma?” Ren points out a figure peeping through a window.

 

In this particular situation, Karma would be preferable.

 

“I’ll take care of this,” Gakushuu sighs. “You can go ahead of me, I will catch up.”

 

“Yeah…” Ren’s eyes trail away from Gakushuu and stare to the side of him. “He’s climbing through the window.”

 

“Huh?” Gakushuu turns around, and sure enough, the little gremlin pulls himself into the open window. On another note, why are the school windows open? Teachers are supposed to close and lock the windows. Gakushuu would swear to the gods that this school has been too lenient with staff members. Ever since his dad was forced to quit, the staff and students have been running wild. No worries, this is precisely why Gakushuu became a student council member —to bring order to this school.

 

Speaking about bringing order, the shadowy silhouette was no longer there… Gakushuu must've been spacing out for a while.

 

Gakushuu races over to the window. The bushes are all messed up. He peeks through the window and finds a blur of red.

 

Yep, Karma…

 

Gakushuu looks around. He could go around and enter through the door, but Karma would be gone by then. With that thought, he grips the window seal and pulls himself through the window.

 

“What do you think you’re doing?”

 

Karma turns around, less surprised than he should be in Gakushuu’s not-so-humble opinion.

 

“ ‘m just snooping…” Karma saunters over, grabbing a binder off one of the teacher’s desks. Predictably, Gakushuu tries to take it from him, and obviously, Karma pushes him away and starts skimming through the—most likely— very private binder. Gakushuu wonders if he’s changing grades, but looking at the desk, you can tell it’s the PE teacher’s. Gakushuu settles on Karma trying to find dirt on a fellow student.

 

“ Please , Akabane, put down the binder.”

 

That got Karma’s attention. He pauses in his skimming, eyes widening. Gakushuu takes this moment to grab the binder from Karma’s hand.

 

“Did the Asano-sama just say please?” A smirk begins to reveal itself on Karma’s face. “Nevertheless, to a lowly delinquent?”

 

“Ugh. You are insufferable. ”

 

Karma takes the binder from Gakushuu. “So I’m told,” he puts it back and starts checking the drawers.

 

“ Akabane ”

 

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, prez,” he skims through another book from the teacher's desk. Gakushuu watches as Karma’s face bitters slightly, looking at the contents. It makes Gakushuu curious… but he’s a good student who respects his teachers so he won't give in to curiosity. Karma puts everything back in its original place, no doubt with perfect precision. “I’m done here anyway. Not like I wanna spend my time looking at soft-core porno mags.”

 

“You said you’re done here. I will have to insist that you stop snooping in general.”

 

“Oh? You gonna stop me?”

 

Gakushuu regards Karma for a second before breathing in and lowering his head, looking at Karma face to face. “I would appreciate it if no one got hurt this time.”

 

“That’s unfortunate.”

 

Gakushuu’s confused for a sec, but he soon gets the memo, and the moment he does, he glares towards the—probably—future murderer.

 

“Woah,” Karma raises his hands in surrender, an irritatingly calm look on his face. “My schemes don’t usually end with some poor guy getting hurt…”

 

Gakushuu arches his eyebrow.

 

“… not any more,” Karma clears his throat as if saying ‘anyway- ’ before opening his lie-spewing mouth again. “The point is, if you don’t think harm is justified, then why don't you help me out with this prank?”

 

Gakushuu physically jumps back at the overflowing amount of stupidity that one question held.

 

“Pardon? Why on earth would I help you with something I'm trying to stop altogether?”

 

“If you do, then I’ll give ya some… creative control over a few of the details.” Gakushuu doesn't see the appeal of being able to control little aspects of Karma’s childish(violent) antics. He’s about to say as much, but then the redhead speaks over him 

 

“Which includes getting to decide whether this little scenario ends with someone getting their ass kicked, my preferred outcome, or…” Karma takes an apple off one of the desks and smirks at Gakushuu. “Being spared… apparently, your preferred outcome.”

 

Gakushuu holds his head high. This exchange between them is no different from a proper negotiation on a contract; hell, if Gakushuu can't negotiate, then he’s not his father’s son.

“That’s quite the deal, but what’s in it for you? Surely you don’t just want extra help with a prank, don’t you have your group of lackies for that?”

 

Karma simply smirks, looking at Gakushuu through his eyelashes. “It’ll be more efficient with the student council president helping.”

 

Gakushuu feels the corners of his lip twitch up in a smile. What a liar. It's more than that.

 

“What exactly are the other little details I can control? Give me one reason why I shouldn't just stop this whole ploy right now.”

 

“ 'Cause you're illiterate.”

 

….

 

“Excuse me?” Gakushuu should feel pissed, and he’ll get there eventually, but for now he’s so gobsmacked (there’s no word for how flabbergasted Gakushuu is right now) that he can't do much other than stand there and make garbled sounds that are supposed to be words.

 

“Not that illiterate, you're media illiterate.” Karma rephrases, not like it’s any better.

 

Gakushuu stares for a silence-filled minute.

 

“Elaborate.”

 

“You don’t see the cracks and hidden messages in other people's voices, my dearest, Shuu-chan. Especially if it’s unbeneficial or uninteresting to you. It’s a pity to witness, for all parties involved.”

 

Gakushuu listens to the words carefully before he shakes his head. “I disagree. You can not thrive as a student if you’ve yet to acquire the social skills necessary. And I am thriving as a student.”

 

“An illiterate person can still read; they can be good at it, but that doesn't mean it comes naturally.” Karma takes a bite of the apple he snagged off the teacher's desk. “There's a difference between looking at text to read and crossing by a billboard with words on it.”

 

“I understand what you are saying, Akabane… I would say my understanding proves my literacy, but that is only my opinion.”

 

Karma sighs frustratedly, but when Gakushuu looks at him, he’s sporting a small smile, more sincere than his usual ones.

 

“You’ll help me with the prank set-up, and by the end, if you still don't want me to follow through… then we won't."

 

“This is a horrible deal on your end; you’ve given me all the cards.”

 

Karma holds out a hand towards Gakushuu. “Well, it only really matters if you feel like calling it all off in the end.”

 

“And believe you, me, I will.” Gakushuu can't help but smirk when he grabs Karma’s hand in a firm handshake

 

“ ‘And believe you, me,’ you won't." Karma smiles sinisterly. The words make Gakushuu shiver. Karma retracts his hand and opens the window. “Well then, let’s get started right away! If we get everything done now, we’ll be set by tomorrow!”

 

“Wait, you know I have things to do—”

 

Before Gakushuu can finish talking, Karma’s already thrown himself out the window.

 

“W- wait!”

 

“Meet me by the gate!” Karma says while walking away, assuming Gakushuu isn't going to follow his example and fling himself out the window. Well! Karma’s got another thing coming! The best way to work with someone is to fit in, right? Gakushuu, with all the intention to show off and catch Karma off guard, climbs out the window… slowly… once he touches the ground he’s already softly panting from the adrenaline of actually choosing—having no good excuse for— climbing through a window, he can already tell this’ll be, at the very least, entertaining.

 

Plus, time with Karma is always time well-spent, despite what he tells himself.

- - -

“Shuu-chan! You look so cute in those clothes! You should work in a reverse maid cafe!”

 

“How does putting on female clothes help with your prank?” Gakushuu blushes a bit. “Was this all just a ploy to take me on a date?”

 

“Eh? What’re you yapping about?”

 

“A date isn’t a date unless both parties agree, y’know.”

 

“...”

 

“...”

 

“I think I saw a cute little store a few stores down? I think that’ll have better options!”

 

“Was I wrong–?” Gakushuu fiddles with a fold on the baby pink tennis skirt that Karma stuffed him into.

 

“We should buy the skirt too, just in case.”

 

“It’s worse if you ignore me-”

 

“We should probably get this, too!”

 

“Karma!” Gakushuu grabs Karma by the jaw and forces eye contact. Karma holds his arm in response, not exactly pulling the other boy’s hand away but squeezing as a warning. For the first time, Gakushuu sees something akin to worry —a strange emotion on Karma. 

 

He feels something being pushed onto his chest, and at first, he thought it was Karma pushing him away with his other hand, but when Gakushuu looked down…

 

It''s a bunny girl outfit.

 

“The FUCK are you talking about? Do you think I’d ever wear this?” Gakushuu retracts his hand from Karma’s jaw and looks at the little demon in disgust. (Gakushuu doesn’t miss the way Karma lets out a sigh of relief when he backs off. That just proves Gakushuu’s literacy in his eyes.)

 

“Heheh, you’ll never know, sometimes one thing leads to another and…”

 

“It will never , let me repeat, NEVER lead to that, ever. ”

 

“Never say never, beloved!” Before Gakushuu can get another word out, Karma’s already swiping his card through the card reader and leaving the store. 

 

“ Karma !” Gakushuu was going to follow him, but one step, and he realized that his crotch area was feeling a bit too breezy for his liking. Gakushuu decides that he doesn’t like skirts while he changes back into his original clothes and folds up the clothes he was just wearing. He’ll give them back to Karma; they’re technically his anyway.

 

Gakushuu’s not quite sure how he got himself in the same ordainment as before.

 

In a dressing room, trying on clothes he’d never wear outside. Damn Karma and his silver tongue.

Every time he leaves the dressing room, the more people there seem to be in the shop. This store isn’t nearly as bad as the last one. This store seems to be made for men. And as valid as all these clothes are, Gakushuu knows that as soon as Karma buys them for him, they will rot in the back of his closet and never see the light of day again.

 

They’re finally able to leave the clothing district of the mall when Karma decides that a tight-fitted white button-up shirt (that doesn't even button up all the way and leaves most of his chest out), along with a pair of fitted dark-blue jeans, all pulled together with subtle silver chains around his neck and the belt loops of his pants, is the best option for Gakushuu.

 

Gakushuu would like the shirt a whole lot more if it buttoned up all the way. Karma offers to buy a fishnet top to put under it. Gakushuu refuses. He’s starting to wonder if Karma just wants to see him in these outfits, perhaps Akabane Karma is a pervert… That explains a lot.

Gakushuu finds himself following Karma around the mall. At one point they stop and Karma tells him to wait there. Gakushuu watches as Karma disappears into the doors of a random home security store. What would he need from a store like that?

 

Gakushuu waits there for a while. Sitting on the bench outside the store. He feels like he's been out here for hours, but intellectually, he knows he's only been out here for 4 minutes at most. He's got half a mind to just go into the shop himself and pull the redhead out. That's not a bad idea, Akabane’s probably going crazy with the shopping (even though it's just a security store) and needs someone to reel him in! Gakushuu will be that someone if it means not being outside for an hour (minute) longer! 

 

Gakushuu speed walks over with resolve, fully intent on berating Karma. He throws the doors open and finds the exact person he's looking for at the register, checking out a… a necklace?

 

As Gakushuu walks towards Karma the demon turns to meet his eyes and smiles.

 

“Look at the little gift I got ya!” Karma’s canines are prominent when he smirks. It's distracting. (Gakushuu wonders how sharp they are sometimes.) The walking plague on earth sets the obsidian rod hanging on the necklace in Gakushuu’s hand and closes his fingers around it. 

 

“Akabane, what are you up to?” For a moment Gakushuu stares at the dead golden eyes in front of him. Karma's eyes are terrifying to most. To Gakushuu they're terrifyingly dead. He tightens his hands around the rod and finds an almost non-existent switch on the side. He flicks the switch and a blade shoots out of the obsidian with cobra-like speed. This is a knife that catches your opponent off guard, a knife that—by the time they realise you have a blade—there's already a 10 cm deep hole in their chest.

 

Karma—the crazy bastard he is—runs a finger along the blade. Gakushuu watches as deep, rich, red glides down the blade, he's not reminded how disgusting it is until the blood glides down to the obsidian rod and pools onto the tip of his fingers. It makes Gakushuu cringe and let go of the knife.

 

Karma grins at Gakushuu and flicks the little switch on the side of the rod, sheathing the blade.

 

“ ‘s perfect right? I picked it out just for you~”

 

“Yeah, the knife that now has blood on it, is the best thing I've ever received.”

 

“Dawww, you're so welcome, Shu-chan”

 

“Yep, best, very illegal knife I've ever had.”

 

“Are you freakin’ out a bit, beloved?”

 

“Why would I be? We’re only in, what I'm just now realizing, an illegal weapons store.”

 

“Woah, looks like you figured it out, aren't you smart?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Karma smiles slowly at Gakushuu until,

 

“I would like to leave now.” Gakushuu folds (most-likely due to the huge cashier who seems like he wants to break Gakushuu in half.)

 

“Hm~ yeah, I know.” Karma smiles and attaches the hidden knife necklace to Gakushuu’s neck. Gakushuu tries not to flinch away. “Bye,Tay-tay!” Karma waves while walking out the door.

 

“So…. What was that?” Gakushuu straightens up while trying to match Karma’s pace

 

“Tay-tay? That's not his real name, but he doesn't seem to mind the nickname so I just keep calling him it—”

 

“No! Not that, as interesting as that story seems, I'm talking about the whole… situation!”

 

“That! My dearest, president, was the definition of connections .” Karma says, pulling the smuggest face known to mankind. “Not that a child such as yourself would know anything about it.”

 

“Nonsense, you’ve witnessed me use my ‘connections’ several times over.”

 

“To summon some foreign friends and schedule a mini concert.” Karma leans in close and drops his voice. “I doubt any of those friends of yours have got a section on their wall for American-made military guns. Probably not even the small things like those little pistols the yakuza have.”

 

“I would never need that type of help.”

 

“Never say never, my beloved.”

 

Gakushuu makes a sharp ‘tch’ sound before speeding up his steps. Karma grabs his sleeve to slow him down, like some kind of schoolgirl, his brain supplies. When he turns around, though, instead of seeing a flustered face, he sees someone who looks like they’d rip his throat out in seconds. It’s a befitting look for the local demon of Kunikigowa.

 

“By the way, Shuu-chan,” Karma smiles so disarmingly that if you didn’t know just how hard he punched, you’d be put at ease. “If you tell anyone about that little room, you're dead. I’ll kill you, because if I don’t, then someone else will, then they’d kill me too, and we’d rot together in hell for eternity. You don’t want that yet, right?”

 

“I don’t want that ever…”

 

“Then be a good little student president and keep this a secret, okay?”

 

Gakushuu sighs, then nods, not like he had much of a choice.

 

“I never intended to bring you there, but I trust you, Gakushuu. I trust that for once, you won’t be a snitch.” Karma then pulls Gakushuu along with him by the sleeve, heading off to their next destination. “So if you ever do need that type of help, y’know where to go.”

 

The next place they end up is a pharmacy. Karma shows the attendant a card (presumably a doctor's note) and the next thing Gakushuu knows, he’s carrying a small bag filled to the brim with sleeping meds and other weird-looking drugs that don’t seem like they should be used, ever .

 

“Is this what you do on regular dates?” Gakushuu starts. “Because it feels like there's something inherently wrong with making someone you are seeing romantically, pick up your weird prescriptions.”

 

“Does it make it any better that those aren’t my drugs?”

 

“I– what? What! No– That’s–” Gakushuu has to stop for a moment to regain his thoughts. “Who’s…? How?”

 

“No one’s, I forged it.”

 

Gakushuu doesn’t know whether he should blame the pharmacist for not checking or Karma for forging it in the first place. He decides both parties deserve punishment.

 

“You know I’m not giving you this bag now, right?”

 

“Oh? What? Don’t be such a wuss! I’m not gonna do much with them… well, some of them.”

 

“Why on earth would I give you a bag of various unpermitted pills?”

 

“So my mission can run smoothly.”

 

“Why would I care about that?”

 

“ ‘cause you agreed to help me.”

 

Welp. Karma was right. But Gakushuu can’t, in his right mind, give Karma this bag; this feels like crossing a line. Gakushuu presses his hands into a fist, only to realize he’s not gripping his hand around anything anymore. He finds the one gripping the bag is Karma.

 

Gakushuu tries to get it back but fails miserably each time.

 

– – –

 

Gakushuu is fiddling with the new obsidian hidden blade around his neck as he thinks about everything they bought today.

 

Karma’s serious about this one… If all this shopping is for one prank, then…

 

Didn’t this all start in the teachers’ lounge? That means he’s probably going after a teacher; he’s always been harsher on them. But this . If all these tools are put together in the right way, then this could kill someone. No worries. That’s what Gakushuu got roped into all of this for. He’s been given a chance to save this poor man’s life as long as he gets the setup right; in the end, Gakushuu gets to call whether Karma takes the shot.

 

Before long, Gakushuu is removing his shoes and entering Karma’s villa. 

 

“Welcome to my humble abode!” Karma says while throwing the bags down anywhere.

 

Humble indeed. There's nothing flashy here; there's barely anything at all. The decorations are all so bare-bones that Gakushuu would believe the house wasn't even bought out. Upon closer inspection, though, there are little hints here and there indicating human life. Pictures of Karma in his youth, souvenirs, and small flowers. Yes, despite the grand entrance, this home could be considered humble.

 

Gakushuu follows Karma into the kitchen after putting down his bags. When he enters the kitchen, he’s greeted with the pleasant smell of brewing tea. The kitchen in this place is livelier than the entrance and the living room, It looks way more lived in, the sink is empty, but there are still dishes in the drying rack, On top of that, there seem to be plants growing on all the kitchen window sills. When Karma picks a leaf off one of the stems to put it in boiled water, he realizes that it’s mint leaves (not all of them, though; some seem to be basil, parsley, etc.). There were various amounts of snacks set out on the table, and they were in one of those snack dishes, the ones that were sectioned off into multiple layers. Gakushuu decides to help himself to a pink macaron. Its taste was… it was great… It was sweet but mellowed out so you don't get that sickeningly sweet taste, it had the perfect amount of filling, and feeling it in his hand, it held no imperfections. 

 

“What bakery did you buy these from?”

 

“None, I made them myself.” Karma smirks at Gakushuu and proceeds to brag about how that's yet another skill he has that Gakushuu will never have. After he's done being a braggart, he pours Gakushuu some tea and then heads out to the living room. 

 

When the red devil returns, he returns with baking supplies

 

“Okay! Last step!” Karma takes out some batter and starts making cupcakes. “There’s a bake sale happening, right?”

 

Gakushuu hums in response while stuffing his mouth with another sweet treat from the display. “I will be bringing cream puffs.”

 

“Y ou will be bringing cupcakes,” Karma says matter-of-factly. “Hey, Shuu-chan, can you pass me that pharmaceutical bag?”

 

“Eh?” Gakushuu starts. Karma looks over his shoulder in a sharp glare, and all of a sudden, Gakushuu doesn't want to fight on this anymore. He grabs the bag and hands it to Karma, who thanks him. While Karma's busy baking, he starts talking to Gakushuu.

 

“Okay, tomorrow is when everything goes down.”

 

“But I get to decide if everything goes down, right?”

 

“Yep, you're the catalyst of the prank. Once it gets to the point where we'll beat this guy to a pulp, you can step in since you'll be there. Of course, only if you want to. No shame in letting it happen.”

 

“Why would I stand back and let some innocent teacher get mauled for your entertainment?”

 

“Heard ya loud and clear, prez.” Karma chuckles a bit before continuing. “Go to the teachers' lounge after school ends, the P.E teacher stays longer to make sure there are no kids left in the school. Then, you'll give these cupcakes to him—”

 

“The ones you're currently baking sleeping powder into?”

 

“Yep!” Karma’s gleeful tone almost makes it sound completely sane to give drugged cupcakes to people.

 

“Ooo…kay…” 

 

“Once he eats them, all you need to do is talk with him. Let whatever happens, happen. But also make sure to give me a clear shot.”

 

“What? Are you going to shoot him!?” Gakushuu thinks back to a store most-likely full of weapons.

 

“Eh? No.” Karma pulls out his phone. “I’m going to record it all.”

 

“Isn’t that kind of…” Gakushuu pauses, searching Karma’s face for some sort of hint. So far, Gakushuu’s kinda lost. “Self-incriminating?”

 

“Hm,” Karma hums with a smile. He’s starting to whip the butter cream, for some reason, Gakushuu didn’t expect him to make it all from scratch. “I guess, to a degree.” Karma gives a half-hearted shrug.

 

“Well… why are you recording it?”

 

“Doesn't matter right now.”

 

“I disagree—”

 

“Take the outfit and put it on after school’s over, then meet up with me and we’ll find the teacher.”

 

“Okay, but—”

 

“You’re done with your tea, you can go now.” Karma states simply. He turns around and leans on the counter. “I'm sure you don't want daddy to worry about you, so you best get going.”

 

“Oh my gods! ” Gakushuu, like any sane person, gets up from the chair and recoils from Karma. “Don't you ever call the principal ‘daddy’ again”

 

“It's sad you still call your daddy ‘principal’”

 

“Karma. I'm going to fucking kill you—”

 

Gakushuu’s phone starts to ring. Karma smirks.

 

“Looks like daddy’s calling.” Karma laughs while opening his front door for Gakushuu.

Karma’s already leaving the store, waving goodbye to the owner—an owner he should probably report. Gakushuu waves a little goodbye to the owner, too, just to not seem rude. What does he get in return for being nice to some random thug? A scoff and a glare that's what! This is the exact reason Gakushuu despises thugs.)

Chapter 2: Continuation

Summary:

Karma and Gakushuu execute the plan they set up

Notes:

This was supposed to be a one shot, but... Whateves here's the rest of this fic

DINGGGG

 

“And that's the end of class.” The teacher dismisses

 

The students of the classroom all start packing up and leaving, or waiting for their friends outside the classroom. While the highschoolers of Kunikigowa are laughing with friends and heading home, Gakushuu is in a restroom stall, putting on weird clothing he’d never wear on his own. When he leaves the stall he looks at himself in the mirror

 

Welp. At least he looks good.

 

The tightness of the shirt lets it be known how much Gakushuu works out. He checks his figure.

 

The thought of putting on outfits like this alone in his room to boost confidence briefly crosses his mind. He leaves the thought in the bathroom where it belongs.

 

When Gakushuu enters his homeroom, Karma’s already there organizing cupcakes on a tray in an aesthetic way.

 

“How nice of you to meet me here.” Gakushuu says as he comes closer to his desk.

 

“Couldn’t have you running around looking for me.” Karma looks up at Gakushuu and for a second it looks like he’s lost his next words. Karma smooths out the collar of Gakushuu’s shirt and let’s his hand glide down to the opening in the chest, he pushes the two sides of the shirt open a bit more, showing more skin then Gakushuu thinks is necessary, but he doesn't stop Karma… If this is all Karma wanted from this ‘mission’ then in all honesty he couldn’t bring himself to get angry. Gakushuu feels his face heat up, when Karma looks at him he can only think Karma must feel like he’s on fire because his blush spreads from his cheeks to his nose and reddens the soft skin there to rosy color, it makes Karma look much more innocent than he really his. He finally backs off and clears his throat. “If you were all sweaty and disgusting from running around, my plan would be ruined…” Karma continues.

 

They stand there awkwardly, not looking at each other. Karma shoves the tray of cupcakes into Gakushuu’s hands,

 

“I think the P.E teacher is in the teachers lounge right now.” Karma starts “Go offer him some cupcakes. Tell him you have extras from the bake sale.”

 

“Seems easy enough.” Gakushuu shrugs and starts walking towards the classroom door while Karma picks up both his and Gakushuu’s bag

 

“Ah, by the by, don’t get all freaked out if things get weird, just play along. If stuff goes too far then…” Karma looks at the piece of obsidian around Gakushuu’s neck. “Do what needs to be done.”

 

Gakushuu rolls his eyes at Karma “Like it’ll get that messy.” He closes his hand around the necklace—knife, actually—Karma gave him. “A teacher would not do something that forced me to use violence–”

 

“Adults are cruel.” Karma cuts off

 

“That’s not–”

 

“Sometimes.” Karma continues “Adults are cruel sometimes.”

 

Before Gakushuu can answer him, he just smiles and gives Gakushuu a gentle, encouraging push out of the classroom.

 

“I’ll be close by.” Karma pulls his phone out and starts looking through notes. Gakushuu decides that trying to talk back to Karma is pointless and a waste of breath. “Distract him long enough for me to sneak into the classroom, ‘kay?” Karma says after stopping beside the teacher’s lounge door

 

“Mhm…” Gakushuu moves to open the door.

 

“Hey, Asano?”

 

Gakushuu stops in his tracks. Karma using his last name? That’s peculiar. “Be sure not to get in the way of the camera.” Karma ends up saying. He then bites his lip and looks away, as if holding himself back from speaking. Gakushuu was going to address it, but Karma looked awkward enough so he just entered the teacher’s lounge.

 

Upon entering the teacher’s lounge he can see the P.E teacher looking through files at his desk. Gakushuu gulps, his instinct telling him to run.

 

“Mister Ito?” Gakushuu says in a hushed tone, almost like he was expecting the teacher to bite. Gakushuu shakes his head a bit and thinks for a moment. ‘ All I need is to keep him from noticing Karma, be nice, get him to eat a cupcake that’ll make him sleepy, and then make sure Karma doesn't hurt an inert man. Yeah… seems easy. “Mister Ito?” Gakushuu says louder while moving more to the sides of the teacher and away from the door.

 

“Hm?” The scruffy looking man turns to look at Gakushuu, a kind smile on his face.

 

Yuto Ito, the P.E teacher, he’s quite the attractive man, defined jaw, athletic build, considered nice . He coaches or at least co-coaches all the sports teams in Kunugigaoka, Gakushuu never bothered getting to know him that much, but his teaching methods are valid, as his athletes are always becoming better. 

 

But…

 

Gakushuu could swear that he’s heard mixed reviews about the guy, it simply wasn’t relevant until now though, so he didn’t give it much thought. What did they say about Mister Ito again?

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“Please Asano-san! I can’t be on a team with him as my coach anymore!”

 

“I’ve already told you, just leave the team.”

 

“I can’t!”

 

“Why not?”

 

“Because… I can’t leave the rest of the girls in his care… I can’t even leave the boys with him.”

 

“Well, then. If that’s how it is, if you can get them all to sign a petition, perhaps then something can be done about this. But as I see it right now, Sakura-san, you’re just overreacting, how about you take a rest? I’m sure then everything will feel a lot less stressful.”

 

“NO! You don’t understand! I’m not– I’m not stressed! Or, I am, but I need to do something! I can’t let him do this to them! You have to help–!”

~ ~ ~

And then Gakushuu stopped listening because the waterworks started coming out.

 

There were a few overworked students that would report Mister Ito, but wouldn’t give a clear reason, it never raised any questions because every other athlete on his team never spoke out against him. Gakushuu would go as far as to say that some students even had little crushes on him.

 

All though listening to that girl whine about such an exemplary teacher had annoyed him, he must say

 

“Asano-kun, you look nice today, I see you’re trying out a new outfit.” Mr.Ito’s smile reaches his eyes as his gaze slides down Gakushuu’s chest like butter. He shudders

 

This dude definitely gives off creepy vibes.

 

Is this why Karma called Gakushuu illiterate? Just because he didn’t call Mister Ito a creep? He can’t just judge a teacher from the he-said-she-said of the school, for all he knew, he was correct, those students couldn’t handle the heat so they spat lies and Gakushuu is just being paranoid and Mr.Ito is completely fine, and normal, and not weird, and there were no signs pointing to how not not weird he was.

 

Gakushuu finds Karma eyeing Mr.Ito from the door frame, obviously asking for a bigger opening to slip into the room. Gakushuu clears his throat which makes Mister Ito’s eyes snap back up to Gakkushuu’s, his well-groomed brown hair jostling from its position. 

 

“You look great for your age, Mister.” Gakushuu complements and moves in front of Mr.Ito. Karma gives a thumbs up to Gakushuu and points at his phone—well, the camera on the phone—He stays close to the shadows and signals for Gakushuu to keep going. “Sir, You’ve been one of my favorite teachers so I just had to save you some cupcakes from my bake sale."

 

“Thank you, that means a lot coming from you Asano-kun.” Ito’s smile deepens into something more hungry. As he takes the cupcake and eats it he uses his other hand to hold onto Gakushuu’s as if just holding the tray steady. Gakushuu’s grip tightens around the handle, he wants to flinch back, away from danger, but Ito’s not dangerous so he doesn't understand why he feels this way.

 

“No problem Mister.”

 

“Please, call me Yuto.”

 

“That’s very unprofessional, I’d rather stick with–”

 

“Doesn’t matter what you want.” Ito snaps as he moves to cage Gakushuu in by placing his hands on either side of the desk right behind Gakushuu, Gakushuu jumps and looks at both hands holding him prisoner at the moment “ Yuto, is the name I want to hear you moan when—”

 

Gakushuu stops listening right there. “How… crass, I’d expect you to have been more careful.”

 

“What’s the point? You’ve obviously worn these clothes just for me, you’re making a move on me, I bet you feel lucky I’m accepting you.” Ito moves in closer and grabs Gakushuu’s shoulder, Gakushuu looks for a certain redhead as he shakes in the older man's grip. “If you want me so bad, I might as well give it to you. Y’know…” Ito presses his body towards Gakushuu’s and Gakushuu just… freezes…

 

He’s not sure what to do.

 

Is this what the athletes on the Kunugigaoka teams go through? Is this why…?

 

“Aoi Sato was a very strong girl, we all wished she were a bit stronger, if she was she’d be with us now.”

 

Is this why the athletes looked at him with fear when he substituted for a sick player…? Because of the invasive touching? Because  they could still feel the transfer of germs and sickness through the heat of breath that shouldn’t’ve been as close as it was? Is this why Aoi Sato did what she did?

 

A suicide, because someone overlooked a creeps resume? Suffering quietly because it was a teacher? To be weak enough to give up because of such a trivial thing must be embarrassing. 

 

Ito pressed chapped lips onto his neck and Gakushuu would’ve thrown up if he wasn’t paralyzed at the moment.

 

Gakushuu’s not illiterate.

 

But he definitely did not read this situation well… he also didn’t do well with the children tipping him off… or the previous creepy comments Ito gave… or–

 

“You act so high and mighty, but in the end, you're just a kid. All kids love extra attention from older guys, and it seems you're no different.” This… thing snickers at him, and whispers praise and depravity in his ears.

 

Gakushuu tries to move back, but a desk is keeping him from safety.

 

Gakushuu knows how to fight, he could win this fight with his bare hands.

 

But… This thing—Mr.Ito? —suddenly feels like an impossible foe, unbeatable for sure. 

 

When this thing moves a hand from the desk to Gakushuu’s waist and starts unbuttoning the bottom of his shirt, he’s as relieved as he is disgusted, the movement snapped Gakushuu out of his shock, but it just certified that this teacher , a married man, was willing to go all the way, and… for what? The teachers of this school aren't paid bare minimum, and working here as a teacher is already an accomplishment. So why?

 

Gakushuu clamps his jaw shut and grips the obsidian around his neck, he feels the little bump on the side, it'd be so easy, the knife is so sharp, the human body is so fragile. 

 

A child's body even more so.

 

He finally sees that tuft of red hair behind the man currently feeling up his stomach.

 

Karma’s shaking his head. Gakushuu thinks back to the redhead's words.

 

Ah, by the by, don’t get all freaked out if things get weird, just play along.

 

Karma needs this doesn't he? Gakushuu’s bait, isn't he?

 

Gakushuu feels a shiver run up his spine as he tries to tame a nasty look that wants to attack Karma. He closes his eyes and tries to ignore the hands on his stomach, the hands fumbling around his belt, the panting, the praises, the—

 

The thud.

 

Gakushuu opens his eyes and sees his assailant on the floor

 

“I—”

 

“Great work Shuu-chan! I knew I could count on you! I got it all right here, you looked so uncomfortable too!” Karma smiles fondly at the video playing back. The sound of Gakushuu’s whimpers and soft, scared breaths was driving him insane. He takes Karma's phone and pauses the video as Karma moves to check the teacher’s—monster’s—desk once more, now able to add the man’s bag into his search. “Do me a favor and take his phone, all that's in here are pornos.” Karma throws the bag to the floor and crouches down to get closer with the fainted teacher. Gakushuu feels the urge to pull Karma back—take him out of that monster’s range—but the man is already on the floor unconscious, so there's no point in being overly careful.

 

Karma reaches for his bag and pulls out a smaller, blander bag (if Gakushuu knew Karma, it's probably a place to put all his torture materials). He reached for the teacher with a twisted grin on his face but then, all of a sudden, Karma's no longer crouched down, but on the floor 4-feet away from the teacher. It takes Gakushuu a moment to realize that he had Karma’s shoulder in a firm grip, keeping the other boy from getting up. It takes Gakushuu longer to realize that he’d pulled Karma away. Gakushuu means to let go and fall back to save face, he’s sure Karma’s looking at him like he’s crazy right now, but, Gakushuu’s eyes don’t leave the unconscious body on the floor and the hand on Karma’s shoulder only tightens. When Karma gets up Gakushuu expects to be batted away, but Karma only leans in closer to make the position more comfortable.

 

“Was this to… put him in jail?” Gakushuu asks dumbly

 

“More like… black mail.” Karma smirks, Gakushuu glares at Karma in response “No, I mean, I can make him do whatever with this, including quit this job, but if I give it in then I can’t make him do my bidding!” Karma whines “I mean, what would your dad do?” Gakushuu opens his mouth to answer but, “Surely he’d use it as blackmail–” Karma speaks before him

 

“What that has-been principal does, doesn't matter, he’s evil."

 

“But he was one hell-of-a business man~” Karma snickers. Gakushuu rolled his eyes but a smirk was sneaking its way across his face. When Karma sees that Gakushuu is in a better mood he crouches down to the unconscious teacher again and looks back up at Gakushuu. Gakushuu realizes he’s tensed up all his muscles

 

“Loosen up Shuu-chan~ He’s out like a light, I’m just gonna do a little framing and then we can leave” Karma takes out a few pill bottles he got from the pharmacy.

 

“Akabane? What is that? What’re you doing?”

 

“I got a few extra pills, pills people on the street would pay top dollar for. Pills that, if taken unprescribed, might make you lose your job." Karma purrs “I even bought an injection version, just to cover all bases!” Karma looks back innocently while taking out a needle from his bag, very much filled with illegal drugs “So, I thought of starting off easy by crushing a few pills and sliding them down his throat and then we can figure out how to make him snort it–”

 

“ KARMA! ”

 

“Huh?”

 

“ No! We can’t make it look like he’s on drugs, we’ve already got enough dirt.”

 

“What!? But–!”

 

“You said I’d call the shot”

 

“ Your daddy –”

 

“No.”

 

Karma pouts but then gets up and settles for kicking Ito in the face, dislocating his jaw.

 

“Karma!”

 

“ Gakushuu !”

 

Gakushuu rolls his eyes. Karma grabs Ito’s computer and phone, he stuffs both in his bag.

 

“Isn’t it a bit cruel to take all that?”

 

“I’m not taking his car keys or anything like that, bet he’s got a home computer anyway.” Karma shrugs “Why do you care anyway? He tried to fuck you, like, probably without taking no for an answer” Gakushuu cringes “Like, he’d probs have gotten away with it too, you weren’t even trying to fight it!” Karma starts to snicker as he recalls one of the most confusing and horrifying moments of Gakushuu’s life “with all this defending you’re doing you’re starting to make me think you secretly wanted him to take you~”

 

“Karma…”

 

“He’s right about one thing, people like you love extra attention, it was the daddy issues that made him sexy to you right?” Karma jokes. Gakushuu doesn’t see the humor.

 

“Kinda like how your taking all these insults from me, the more you don’t respond the more I’m gonna assume I’m right, at this point just say how much you want sensei Ito–”

 

Gakushuu hears his breath hitch the slightest, apparently Karma hears it because he stops talking and awkwardly readjusts the straps of his bag.

 

“I … didn’t mean to actually offend you or… something…” Karma blushes as he pushes out another one of his sorry s without the word sorry. Gakushuu didn’t need it anyway, it’s good practice, talking to Karma, every other conversation with him hurts Gakushuu enough to want to cry, but he won’t, and if he can survive moments like these, than he can survive ruthless C.E.O meetings in the future. 

 

Except if he cries in front of shareholders they won’t gently hold his hand and guide him out the room like Karma is.

 

“We should get some strawberry milkshakes for a job well-done” Kamra chirps “You deserve it!”

 

“ You like milkshakes, Akabane, I detest sweets.”

 

“Hm, so you don’t wanna go?”

 

“No, I didn’t say that.” Gakushuu tightens his grip on Karma’s hand, and with one last look to the teacher laying on the floor, dormant, Gakushuu leaves the teacher’s lounge with Karma and closes the door behind him.

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