𝐑𝐞𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐤 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧. He was hardly paying attention to anything happening around him as he watched the video of your attack on his phone. The footage had been easy to retrieve. His parents had more sway in this school than one could ever imagine. He grunted as the girl bouncing herself on his cock slammed herself down particularly hard, putting her weight onto his legs and bringing him back into reality. He glared down at her.

Fat bitch.

She was so loose he could barely feel anything, but when the striker tried to imagine it was you, he could only cringe at the comparison. He liked to believe you were shy, innocent, and soft to the touch. This girl's body felt uncomfortable with all of the enhancements done to it, and she was so slutty, it was almost gross. Reo was happy he wasn't doing this for pleasure, but instead, to get information. He reluctantly snapped himself from thoughts, pushing your image out of his mind as he looked at the girl in front of him.
"Hey, what's your name again?" He asked as the girl came for the third time.
"M-Mai," she stuttered out. He hummed as he turned his phone around for her to see the video.
"Mai...Who're the girls in this video?" Her eyes went crossed as she continued riding him, moaning his name loudly. Reo growled, growing annoyed with her as he grabbed her by her throat and threw her to the floor.
"I said, who are these people," he repeated, and she blinked a few times in confusion before finally looking up at the video.
"A few of my friends," she said, kneeling before him to suck him off. "Why?"
"Call 'em here," Reo demanded, and the girl was quick to text her friends before continuing.

"This is exhausting," Reo muttered. He turned to check on his snowy-haired friend in the back of the class. His phone was resting in his lap with a red 'game over' on it, and he was now staring out the window blankly. 
"Hey, Nagi," he called. "Wanna have a turn?"
"Yes, because you look like you're enjoying yourself so much over there," Nagi replied sarcastically. He hopped off the desk, dark eyes focused on the girl who shamelessly threw herself at someone who treated her as nothing more than an object. Reo, a person who made it clear that he had no regard for her or anyone else, yet she still felt the need to hurt you over him. The male couldn't understand it if he tried. He stopped in front of them, watching as Reo held her hair and forced her to take him all the way.
"Your head game really sucks," he complained. Nagi stared down at her, and once she noticed him, she reached out to unbutton his pants as well, but he was quick to slap her hands away. Reo glanced up at him, knowing the look in his eyes all too well, and letting her hair go as Nagi kicked her in her stomach, making her choke on his length as she fell backward.
"What the—" Nagi kicked her again, making her fall onto her back as he placed his foot on her neck.

"What a hassle," he muttered. "Now I'm gonna have to get some new shoes after this."
"What are you doing?" Mai cried, and Nagi's eyes narrowed.
"Did you not kick my angel like that too?" He demanded. "In fact, you hurt her pretty badly, didn't you?" He kneeled, putting almost all his weight on his leg and making the girl choke. She clawed at his leg, trying to pry him off her as she gagged and wheezed. Reo hopped off the desk, grabbing her legs as they kicked and thrashed around. He grinned as he shoved his length inside her again.
"Now this pussy's gettin' some grip to it," he said as he began thrusting. "Hey, Nagi, choke her harder."
"You hurt someone very dear to me...You made her cry." Nagi watched the girl as her face turned blue and then purple. "You have her wanting to leave me now...And for that, you deserve to die. It's only a shame that she won't be able to watch. Do you think she'd praise me for this? Do you think your death will make her happy?" He felt her grip on his leg loosen before falling completely. 
"Hey, don't tell me you died already." He could hear Reo standing up behind him, followed by footsteps coming down the hall.
"Not satisfied?" He asked, although he already knew the answer. He smirked as he heard the chatter of girls approaching the door. "Well, it's a good thing there's more coming." 

"We've been unable to reach your grandfather," the Principal said, ignoring the glares you shot her from across the desk. You sat wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, not even bothering to wear your school uniform as you awaited your sentence hopefully. "Are there no other adults that can come on your behalf?"
"No."
"Very well," she sighed. "I was going to try talking this over with you, but from your attitude since the moment you walked into this room, I think I've made my decision—" You grinned, already getting ready to leave when a voice from outside the door stopped you.

"No! You can't go in there!"
"Shut up."

The door swung open, and your jaw dropped when you saw Ego standing there. The receptionist stood behind him, speechless. Ego briefly glanced at you before turning his attention to the woman at the desk. 

"Mr. Ego," the Principal said dryly, clearly unhappy to see him. "To what do I owe this rude interruption?" 
"I'm sure my rude interruption can be overlooked when I advise Y/n's guardian to press charges against this school," Ego said, and the principal raised a brow.
"What?"
"Well, for starters, you suspended her without ever even going over any details, even though I'm sure you have seen the video," Ego twirled a disk in his hand confidently. "And it would be a shame if this video somehow landed in the victim's hands..." He dropped the disk into your lap. "It doesn't matter how many lawyers you get. Assault is assault, and discrimination is discrimination. Even if you win the case, this school's reputation will fall quite far. And if that isn't convincing enough, the soccer team's victory rate will drop significantly."
"How so?" The Principal leaned back in her chair, seemingly confident but you could tell by the were her eyes kept looking at the disk, she was getting nervous.
"Y/n is a key member. She has managed to bring the utmost potential into all of my starters. They haven't been the same since she left." The woman across the desk scoffed.
"I find that hard to be—"
"But do you really want to take that chance?" Ego asked, and the Principal once again grew silent. "I suggest you look the other way, just like you did when you saw her getting attacked by those girls. I won't even breathe a word about the...hefty sum that the girl's parents paid you to suspend my manager and the inconvenience it caused my team, and we'll leave this office right now. Is that alright with you, Masako?" The woman was speechless, looking back and forth between you and Ego before huffing in frustration.

"Both of you get out of my office this instant."  

You and Ego left the office and walked down the hall silently.

"Hey, Ego—"
"Don't thank me," he said. "I'm simply doing what's best for my team. Fail, and you're on your own." You knew he was serious. You'd come to realize that anything or anyone that did not help his team was an eyesore to him. You grabbed the bag that held your uniform. You were going to turn it in, but now you looked for a bathroom to change in. School was just starting and students were walking in and chatting amongst each other, but now you were repulsed by the sight.
"Y/n!" You turned to see Isagi pushing through the crowd to rush over, but you continued walking even as he caught up to you.
"Where have you been?" He asked. "You haven't been answering your phone or been at school, and when I tried to come over, there was no answer. I was worried."

You couldn't have been that worried. 

After a moment of silence, Isagi frowned.
"You don't have to tell me right now," he smiled reassuringly. "But would you mind doing me a favor?" You glanced at him curiously. It was so hard to be angry with him.
"Meet me at the roof during lunch, okay?" You both stopped in front of the bathroom, and you noticed he seemed almost nervous about something.
"Sure," you said quietly, and his face lit up.
"Alright, I'll see you then."

"Glad you're back, Y—" You walked past Reo and Nagi as they tried to greet you. Reo turned to look at Nagi in confusion, but the male was far too busy staring at you to notice. He went after you as you sat down back at your separate desk rather than with the two of them.
"What are you doing over here?" He asked. "Our project is due at the end of this—"
"I've already completed and emailed you my part. You're on your own with the rest." Your cold demeanor caught the male off guard.
"Is everything al—"
"I'll be just fine once you leave me alone." Reo clenched his fists. 

After all he did for you, you have the nerve to treat him like this?

"Hey, what the hell is—"
"Actually, I have something for you." Reo watched as you reached into your bag, pulling out a slightly crumpled letter. He had never seen you look so angry as you shoved the letter in his hand. "Now take this, and leave me the hell alone."
"But, Y/n, I—"
"Reo." He was interrupted by the teacher, who stared at him disapprovingly. "Please take your seat," Reo growled before reluctantly going to sit back down beside Nagi.
"Told you," Nagi whispered as he took out his phone. Reo opened the letter and skimmed over the contents before clenching it tightly in his hand.
"Doesn't want anything to do with us?" He scoffed. "If she had known what happened to the person who wrote this letter, she wouldn't have dared to say that."

As soon as the bell rang, you were out of the classroom, stopping by your locker on your way to the roof, when you heard a familiar voice.
"Y/n?" You turned to see Chigiri at the end of the hall, seemingly surprised to see you. He smiled as he approached you. "I'm glad you're back. I'm guessing that means Ego—"
"Why would you go to him?" You asked, making his eyes widen. "If I didn't go to him for help, what on earth makes you think you had the right to?" Chigiri stood there in shock.
"I—"
"Don't even worry about it," you scoffed. "Just go a—" You waved your hand dismissively as you walked away, only for him to grab it and pull you back to him. You turned to glare at him, watching as he intertwined his fingers with yours.
"My cruel Y/n...What have I done to hurt you, my darling?" He brought your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to each of your fingertips. "Are you still mad at me for coming into your house the other day? Or are you still upset from when I yelled at you?"
"Chigiri, let me go—"
"Whatever I did, I'm sorry. I'll do whatever you want."
"Get off me!" You snatched your hand away from him, and he stood there with a soft smile as he watched you. Something in his eyes was even more intense than when he played soccer. It made you shrink back from him.
"I may not be worthy of you," he said. "But I'll be damned if I let the others take you for themselves." You backed away fearfully, but Chigiri didn't make a move toward you.
"Go on," he assured. "Go to him." You hesitantly rushed off leaving him to touch a finger to his lips, still feeling your fingers on them. He couldn't help but feel truly blessed. 

You clutched your lunchbox tightly as you took the stairs to the roof.

What the hell was happening to everyone? 

You tried to push your encounter with Chigiri out of your mind as you pushed open the door, and your eyes widened when you saw a trail of rose petals making a path forward. At the end of it, Isagi stood there with a bouquet. You stared at him in confusion as you walked along the makeshift path.
"I would've done this in front of the whole school, but I doubt you'd have liked that," Isagi chuckled sheepishly, but this only confused you further.
"Done what?"
"Ask you to the Winter Formal." Your eyes widened as the striker presented the flowers to you.
"I wanted to ask you last week, but- actually, I've wanted to ask you since it was first announced. I tried to come up with some kinda flashy way, but I didn't want you to think I was stupid or make you uncomfortable. So, Y/n, would you please do me the honor of accompanying me to this year's Winter Formal?" You sighed, tears filling your eyes as you thought of all the times you complained about him not asking, only to realize that during that time, he was brainstorming the best way for you. You jumped up, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into his shoulder.
"You are an idiot!" You cried, and you could feel his shoulders drop.
"I-is that a no—"
"After how long I waited for you to ask me?" You scoffed. "Who else would I go with?"