THREE

Whao I'm alive. WHAO.

My IB tests are over, and I also have the results of a writing contest to stress over, as well as a project due. Wonderful. What a joyous occasion.

On another note, I'm so sorry for abandoning this book for so long! It's been, what, 3 months? Things have been going on that make me want to yeet myself out a window. Literally the jump from grade 7 to grade 8 is like: stressing over to honour roll to stressing over high school, career choices, and just life in general.

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"

*me, standing there in silence like an idiot*

This may or may not be a bad chapter, I have no clue knows how rusty I've gotten.

***

The next day, Aki was tense. His eyes darted everywhere, left and right, up and down, and pretty much every direction except for backwards. That was kind of gross. He got to school early so he could observe everyone there. No one would escape his scrutiny. Someone had given him the project sheet, and he'd be damned if he didn't find out who. Any suspicious movements had all been scribbled down in a notebook he pulled out of God knows where.

The rest of the students had made sure to steer clear of him. A dark, dark aura was leaking out of him and curling around everything within one meter's radius of Aki. It wasn't much of a hindrance, but there was something about it that just made it seem like Aki had gone mad. Whatever it was, the students at the academy didn't want to touch it, not even if they had a 3-meter long pole.

Namida leaned over to Wasabi, somewhat concerned, but mostly frightened.

"Do you think something happened to Aki-san?" She whispered.

Wasabi shrugged, glanced over to Aki, then immediately snapped her head towards the other direction.

"You know what?" She muttered, "Let's just not question it."

Aki was still furiously writing.

Boruto is conversing with Mitsuki for 23 more seconds than he usually does. Not that much of a red flag, but watch for further actions.

Sumire is tapping her pencil on the table. Nervous tic? Maybe nervous at the prospect of being found out? Definitely suspicious.

Mitsuki looks like-

"You look kind of constipated," someone cheerfully said as they gave their unnecessary commentary, courtesy of Hisoka.

Said boy leaned over Aki's shoulder, scanning over the notes Aki had taken. Suspiciously meticulous and detailed to the point where he could probably blackmail someone with the content inside of them, but he wasn't going to judge. At least, not for now. An eyebrow quirked up skeptically.

"Wow, these are some really in-depth notes," Hisoka said, giving some of his lovely commentaries once again, "borderline stalking. Are you sure this is legal?"

Aki flipped the notebook shut with a satisfying snap, then shoved it into his bag, away from the prying, inquisitive eyes of Hisoka. His face felt like it was on fire. Cursing inside his head, he marvelled at his stupidity. Of course, Hisoka would've had the audacity to look at and even comment on someone's private notes.

"Shut up," Aki mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

The door slid open. Aki looked up, searching for the person who had saved him from all the awkwardness. In strolled Kokoro.

Aki was about to sigh in relief, but that relief was squashed when Hisoka called out to her. Hisoka really wasn't kicking this day off to a great start.

"Hey, Kokoro, come over here! Aki's got some really weird notes about people-" Hisoka beckoned, motioning with his hand.

Aki sighed. At least Kokoro wasn't one to judge. Not out loud at least. He was pretty sure she was silently judging everyone on the inside, though.

***

Kokoro walked in, expecting a normal day.

Then she had to bear witness to Hisoka grinning like a madman as if homework had been eradicated.

Then there was Aki glaring bloody murder at him, except that Hisoka had pretty much built up a complete immunity to Aki's bad moods.

She turned around, walked straight back out, and counted to 10.

"Not today, Satan. You're not going to screw me over today. Touch me and war will begin."

Of course, this rambling made her seem pretty insane to Shino-sensei, who had been about to enter the classroom.

'Should I tell Kakashi-sama about this?' Shino wondered? 'Maybe it would be best to have a counsellor come in.'

***

"So, you took the project sheet, suspecting nothing, knowing that we're going to be graduating in 3 day's time. Kudos, Aki. I never thought you'd reach such a level of stupidity." Kokoro drawled, clearly unamused.

Well, maybe there was a hint of amusement dancing around in that flat stare she was giving Aki, but it's not like she would ever admit that. Tsundere who? Never heard of her.

"To be fair, with Shino-sensei, you never really know." He argued back, hoping to protect the last shreds of whatever dignity he had left.

"If there really was a project, you would've had to bear witness to Hisoka having a mini-mental breakdown over which 'there' to use." Kokoro shot back, ignoring said male's indignant protests.

Aki was silent. After a while, he spoke up once again, in his usual quiet way.

"Good point," he mused, "good point."

Hisoka had almost never felt so offended. This... This was harassment! Verbal assault! Bullying! It wasn't his fault grammar was so damn confusing.

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