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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... It was hard getting out from under the Gorgon's watchful eye after the events of the Wishing Well incident (at least, that's what Jun called it). She was alive, she had her quirk back, and as much as she wanted to get back into the swing of things she was forced into light duty. Well, jokes on Yanai-sensei, Jun can totally do stealth! And by stealth, she means lie. She said she was doing one thing, and instead went out to do another. Her paranoia was telling her entropy was starting to set in, and she had to do something about it immediately. Obviously, she couldn't do anything too rigorous else her wounds would open up on her (something she would rather avoid), but it wasn't like she was forced to be on pain-killers like the past week. Just, you know...some light running. Maybe some pushups and sit-ups. Or that was the plan. When she got out to the field she saw odd walls of ice all over the place. Haphazard, without rhyme or reason. She wanted to attribute it to Ylva, but for all that girl's faults her ice walls were deliberate. There was a flow that could be followed. Here...there wasn't. And it didn't talk long to find the source of it all. Jun walked a distance away, crossing her arms as her gaze fell on the one person she never saw out here: Kurokami Gen. Only in this instance there was something different. Something Jun couldn't place right away. "Huh. So you can put in a hard-day's work," she says, letting a bit more venom than intended out at him. Kurokami Gen

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Yes, you read that right. Kurokami Gen was training. He was alive, he had his Quirk back, and God, did that suck! Nothing to make you realize how much your life sucks more than getting a glimpse of how the lucky few fared. She had it so easy. Virtually infinite constructs that you can touch, and you know, actually hit people with, he'd take a thousand mood swings to have all that power back in his fingertips. However, his envy didn’t stop at the genetic lottery. Someway, somehow, Jun had bested Gen at his own game. [break][break]

And boy, was that ever a wake-up call.[break][break]

And so, we’re here. In this empty little lot. Surrounded on all sides by walls and windows, with not a soul staring from behind them. A single, narrow alley was the only way in or out, with a kilometer spanning glacier protruding out of it. This little plot of land, barely wide enough to hold a few cars, was all his. No need for masks or gadgets here. Those stayed inside the duffel bag he left next to the dumpster. [break][break]

His mind spent the next hour or so visualizing every big hit he’d taken in the past year. Punches that could plow through walls, fires that could melt icebergs, winds that could cut through steel, and beams of energy ripped straight from the pages of Shonen Jump. And he thought about how he could stop getting hit by them. Though he wasn’t wearing them, he felt the weight of his metal boots around his ankles, then he lifted his leg.[break][break]

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Stomp.[break][break]

Dive. [break][break]

Splat.[break][break]

Repeat.[break][break]

Stomp.[break][break]

Splat.[break][break]

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Stomp. [break][break]

Gen’s body hit the ground like a sack of potatoes… Again. He mimicked the same moves he’d done all morning while building up that wall, then he had thrown his body to the ground, covering his head and any vital spots, as if that made a difference. No matter how hard he tried, he was always a step too slow. Worse yet, no matter what stance he took, he was still eating shit. You can't cheat gravity. “Oow…” He took a deep breath, dreading the mere thought of moving a muscle. It took an inhuman amount of hate for him to even stand once mor-[break][break]

Oh, scratch that. That’s not happening.[break][break]

“Aghh!” His body had other plans, specifically, his right leg. His thigh seemed to strongly disagree with the notion that the trickster’s body should remain upright at any point in the near future. His base flared up with pain, forcing him to fall on his ass again. When he inspected the muscle again, it felt like the fucking thing had blown up to damn near twice its size. That thing felt like it was about to explode. Holy shit! What was this? Was this why P.E. classes started with all that lame warm-up stuff? “fuck, shit, sonofa-” A thousand curses escaped from his mouth as he laid out, back onto the ground, and his eyes noticed the figure standing next to the icey entrance. “Bitch.”[break][break]

It was Jun. What? How? She was supposed to be out for a few weeks. How did she get here? Ow, my leg. Fuck. This sucks. Seriously, what was snake woman doing? She literally has one job. Maybe if I just move my leg around. OH THAT MADE IT SO MUCH WORSE. All of these classics and more ran roughshod over Gen’s mind. He took a deep breath, not allowing these thoughts to fester for much longer. He had to get back in character. All for One wouldn’t panic for something as silly as a pulled m-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA FUCK IT HURTS SO MUCH.[break][break]

“Oh my~” GOD. WHAT DO i EVEN DO TO STOP THIS THING?[break][break]

“Couldn’t wait until they took out the stitches before coming back to see me. I’m starting to think you’re the one stalking me, Jun-chan~”[break][break]

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... "With how often you visit my dorm, I could say the same for you." She approached him, her body tensing up as she began to mentally prepare herself for any surprise attacks. "I came out here to have a light run before my muscles started to deteriorate. I worked hard to get to where I am, I can't let it all go to waste thanks to a little cut." The cut was far from little, but her own pride didn't want to admit that it was keeping her from her goals. She made a light kick at his leg, nothing harder than a poke just to expose the facade he was putting up. "Harder than it looks, doesn't it?" She stepped back, letting him wallow in pain. As much as she didn't like Gen, this was...the first time? He seemed to be taking this hero stuff seriously. Seriously... "...Wait, am I dead? Am I hallucinating?" Jun looked down, thinking. "I've been off those painkillers for several days now, this doesn't make any sense...Kurokami Gen. Outside of class, in the training grounds. Looking to be doing work. Work. Is this a prank...? Are you trying to impress some girl?" She blinked, thinking back to the Wishing Well incident. "I mean...you're going to have to consume a lot of protein. You can't just get a super toned body through exercise alone- wait." She stopped, frowning. "Did...did you stretch out? Do you have some kind of cramp right now?" Kurokami Gen

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Of course she was back to working out. “Rest” was a foreign word for these wannabes, sometimes for better, mostly for worse. This case was definitely the latter. “A little cut? Is that what we’re calling it? You damn near bled out back there.” Most people aren’t so blasé about getting stabbed by a longsword. This started to border on self-induced gaslighting. “If it weren’t for me, your insides would’ve been rolling around the floor of that bar.” A shame, too. He probably could’ve gotten good money for those on the black market.[break][break]

Speaking of gaslighting yourself by shrugging off a monumental amount of pain, Gen was starting to reach his limit here. As much as he would’ve loved to spend the day making a defenseless, powerless, and brainless Hero miserable, he really needed Jun to beat it. Maybe, if he was just his old, annoying self, Jun would realize that her time was better spent doing literally anything else other than talking to him. “Besides, why are you trying so hard anyway? We both know that no matter how hard you train, second place is the best you can-” but that was as far as he got, as right then and there, he felt Jun kicking him in the back of the leg. [break][break]

To her, it was probably a gentle little tap, more a graze than an attack, but to a weak little bitch like Gen, it felt like someone had stabbed his already wounded leg with a salt-covered knife. His eyes bulged, threatening to escape from their sockets; his cheeks puffed up, barely holding back a scream; and his body rolled away from her touch, trying to caress the recently injured leg. He was in no shape to cover any of that up with his Quirk, but somehow, by some act of God(or perhaps, the devil), Gen managed to hold back the pitiful wail and the tears that would’ve normally accompanied such a moment of weakness. Somehow, the act remained, disturbed, but not broken.[break][break]

Still, that didn’t stop this stupid broad from pestering with a million questions, each dumber and more insulting than the last. “Jun-chan, I can use every superpower in this school. If I was trying to impress someone, I wouldn’t be doing push-ups. Is that really all you extras think about? How to impress chicks?” If this wasn’t Jun, he would’ve praised her timing and the irony behind them, but given who we are dealing with here, these were likely all genuine queries. Worst of all, was that by some fluke of nature, she was getting close to the truth. “I could explain the logic behind it, but I doubt a single-Quirked simpleton like you would understand.” [break][break]

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He petulantly fired back, unwilling to let her in on the obvious. Now that she’d been allowed a peek behind the curtain, Gen was getting weary of letting her in on any more intel. But not to worry, he had just the plan to keep his cover intact. “Here, I’ll show you.” Sure, one of his legs was killing him, but as an able-bodied man, he was born with two of them. All he needed to do was put his weight on his other leg and… “See? I'm doing just fin-AAGH FUCK! AGAIN?!”[break][break]

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This is really, really bad. [break][break]

Almost as soon as he turned to smugly show Jun just how fine everything was, the human trash bag immediately felt the same pulsing vein now coursing through his left thigh. Years of a sedentary lifestyle had betrayed his body, and now, it was paying the favor back tenfold. Almost immediately, the young bastard fell on his ass, clutching the back of both legs and doubling over in agony. Restlessly, he rolled from one side to the other, letting out an endless deluge of profanity from under his breath. To the girl, it was barely audible, catching a "son of a bitch" or a "motherfucker" every three or four words.[break][break]

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun ignored the first comment, sighing as she set her hands on her hips. "Service to the state doesn't have a ranking system. I've told you that before." There was no doubt that Jun was one of UAU's heavier hitters, but if she was given the opportunity she'd downplay herself at every chance given. She not only saw her own personal faults, she felt them. There was no being the best, only the best that she could be. "I wouldn't know. All my organs are on the inside, and acts of bravado don't do much to stir anything inside me. I just assumed you were trying to be macho or something like that because that's the thing that most guys do?" Or something like that. Guys didn't pay much mind to her, and it was better that way. However, when he tried to put on an act, to be tough, only to see him crumple like a tin can Jun could do the only thing she could do. She laughed. Not a, "Wow, you're so pathetic!" type of laugh, but a genuine and amused one. She moved a little to the side, kneeling to about eye level with him with a smile on her face. "Well, Gen-chan. Since we're both out here and you're clearly suffering, how about I show you a few stretches that you can do? I've been in your position before, and it's rough starting out with little to no clue what to do." Normally, she wouldn't be this nice to Gen. Honestly, she wasn't sure if he'd even appreciate the kindness. But...well, this was something that she hoped he'd realize in time. That you can't just sit by and expect greatness. Kurokami Gen

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There are no words in the English language that could accurately describe how much this sucked. The most devious masterminds in Japan could not have devised a more painful punishment for Gen’s crimes, both physically and mentally. Not only was he rolling around in pain, clutching at his own legs on the floor, but this bitch was there to see it. To cap it off, she was getting sassy on him, too. As having his own legs sabotaging him wasn’t enough. This wasn’t a color she wore all too often, and if it weren’t for the excruciating pain he was going through, he might’ve been able to appreciate how well it suited her. Shame she couldn’t keep that act up for long.[break][break]

Spittle flew from Gen’s mouth as he held back a scream, his body turning to look at his tormentor. Gone was the everpresent grin from his lips, but not even this could wipe the hatred from his eyes. His body screamed at him to accept her offer, and maybe, if it had been any other time, place, or person, his weaker mind would’ve complied. Bending a knee, kissing a ring, getting on hands and knees, no act was too embarrassing for the recently crippled and perennially shameless student. It was the rational thing to do, after all. [break][break]

His lungs were working overtime, every breath trying to calm the agony, before leaking out from between his teeth as he looked upon his would-be savior. That’s when any rational thought flew out the window. The moment he saw her a single sentiment escaped from the bowels of his soul. “Fuck… off!” Immediately afterwards, he launched the only physical attack his shitty little body could manage in its current state. He spat on her condescending attempt to mend fences, with the projectile landing squarely at the girl’s feet. She could take that dumb little smile, her goody-two-shoes attitude, and condescending offer and shove it.[break][break]

The young man then crawled away from his salvation. His arms dragging the rest of his useless body towards the nearest dumpster, before trying to use it to sit himself upright. “No one ask-fuck!” The curse escaped from his lips, cutting his thought off mid-sentence as he turned to face this dumb broad. Luckily, those precious seconds were all he needed to form a more appropriate response, or well... something more in line with what you'd expect from him. “You think I... need your help? I can heal entire limbs on my own! Besides, I don't recall ordering the 'pain in the ass', so I don't even know why you're here!”[break][break]

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Even if the spittle fell short, Jun would still get up and take a step back. That was something she didn't want to deal with. That said, something about Gen didn't exactly compute. He was, in her humble opinion, behind the curve. Sure, he had a lot of quirks to help him, but those could only take him so far. "You're mixing up 'need' and 'want'," she says, her tone going flat. "You don't want my help because...okay, I don't exactly know you don't want it. But you're literally tearing your muscles into oblivion, and to make matters worse you're doing so incorrectly." She rubbed her nose, taking in a deep breath. "And if you can heal your own body, then let me see it. And don't try to use that illusion thing on me either, it won't work." She crossed her arms, a small frown crossing her face. A disappointed one, at that. "And for the record, it's because you didn't ask why I want to help. How many people here have you angered? How many would lift a finger to help you if you desperately needed it? There is literally nothing either of us can lose with me offering an olive branch here; you learn a means of not destroying yourself, I in turn make our graduating class that much stronger. It's an absolute win!" Kurokami Gen

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Oh, now she was preaching at him. Honestly, he was missing the sass, at this point. Luckily, that gave the indisposed idiot a big enough break to reach around to the dumpster and grab his backpack. “No can do on the showcase, I’m out of juice.” Without even looking at her, he’d point to the massive ice wall. Helps to have an excuse as to why you can’t currently cash the checks your mouth writes. Still, it didn’t make it easier to hear that she got wise about his so-called gits. Turns out it was pretty rare for that Quirk swap to go both ways. Talk about rotten luck. Good thing she was dumb as a brick, though.[break][break]

Still, it was clear she’d put some thought into this. Not a great deal mind you, this was still Jun, but her arguments were, at the very least, logical. “And then after a whole day training together, I’ll open up, tell you all about my tearjerker of a backstory, and we’ll become friends forever!” His eyes wandered up to the one who should’ve been lying in a hospital bed, full of fake hope, before squashing every inkling of it. “Yeah, right.” With utter disdain powering his every word, he’d turn back to the bag, still trying to look for something. “Those kind of redemption arcs only happen on TV, Jun-chan.”[break][break]

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After enough rifling through some equipment, comics and a bunch of useless garbage, Gen fished out the one thing he needed at a time like this. Caffeine. Copious and potentially unhealthy amounts of it. “Come to me, my precious.” Like a rabbit out of a hat, Gen would whip out a metal can, with the words ‘Monster Energy’ written out in a gross neon green, before tossing the bag out to where it once was.[break][break]

His fingers would move to crack the cold one open, however, after a few moments of idle thought, he froze, before turning his sights back to her. “Why don’t you tell me why you really want to help me?” Sure, all of those reasons sounded good, on paper, but he wasn't buying them. People are always looking out for number one, even if they don't know it. “Are you trying to pay me back for that whole ‘saving your life’ deal? Trying to suss out any weaknesses ahead of the Sports Festival? Oooo, maybe you’re sucking up to me so that I’ll give you a job when I get to the top? Devious move there, Jun-chan. Didn't know you had it in you.”[break][break]

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun just stared at him, frowning. "Or you're bluffing." As much as she didn't buy it, she couldn't rule out the possibility that he did have something like that up his sleeve. If he thought her quirk was potent, he needed to look in the mirror. She made a face at the can as he pulled it out, though the disgust was from a memory of not long ago when she ended up consuming a can to get through study sessions during her first year. It was not a pleasant time. It also tasted awful. Sarcasm aside, she found Gen's want to determine her angle to be annoying. So much so that she backed up again and spread her arms out to indicate the field. "This, Gen. This is my reason." She let her arms drop, holding up a hand and holding fingers up as she picked apart his arguments. "Osaka is my home. Unless you set something up there, I highly doubt I'll find employment with you. And even if I don't go back home, I have no doubts Recall would take me on at Ouros. I'm already interning there, I don't think it'll be an issue. If I were to pay you back for saving me, it'd be...I dunno, a nice lunch or something? Maybe a fancy watch? Guys like watches, right?" She didn't actually know. She might have to ask Auden for advice on that, because now that Gen brought it up she realized she did owe him. Damn. "And last, if we ever did come to blows, Sports Fest or not, I'd win. No matter how many quirks you have, you can't stand up to me." She sighed, letting her posture slump. "But out of everyone here at this school, you by far have the most potential. You're arrogant, unpleasant, and generally awful because of the number of quirks you have gives you an edge over others. But fact of the matter is, you're behind. When I had Horrid Reality I did feel weaker, but I think it's because I only had it for a short period of time. My fighting style isn't meant to fight an opponent fairly, and your quirk? If I had time, I could probably use it to devastating effects. Which is why I'm currently more mad at you than ever before, because instead of being out here every day like the rest of us, honing your body to a sharp edge, you just sit on the sidelines and mock everyone relentlessly. You don't care about getting better, only tearing others down. You say we're all posers and tryhards, but I bet the first time you have to face a villain on your own you'll either die at worst or be maimed at best. Think about it, if me or Ylva weren't there to confront Ageru with you, do you really think you could have won all by yourself? Even with my quirk, I doubt you would have made it past that mob." She paused, taking a deep breath. Wow, that was a lot to get off her chest. "I...my first year here was hard, Gen. A fraction because I had to deal with you, but mostly because I was weak. I didn't go to a hero prep school, just a high school with a defense force program, and even that was more about building up students to be better citizens. I just...see a little of my own weakness. I just want to help get you in a position where exercising and practice is easier on you so you can be effective later." That was a lot of words, and she even went deeper than expected. The embarrassment showed. Kurokami Gen

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Gen seemed more focused on drinking the gross green liquid than on anything Jun had to say. They could’ve put half a liter of recycled engine oil into this can and it wouldn’t have tasted any better. Even then, he would’ve rather drank a whole gallon of that shit than listen to what came next.[break][break]

Things started well enough. He didn’t even need to fake a smile at first. Hatred was the best feedback he could receive. A top-of-the-line prodigy listing all the ways in which he had fooled her. His grift was working, and Jun’s very real anger was proof positive of it, but then, she started talking about it. His Quirk. [break][break]

His real Quirk. That useless piece of garbage. His miserable birthright. That curse that chained him to perennial mediocrity, or so he thought. Truth was, Jun had escaped those limitations. It wasn’t just that she was born stronger, or that she’d gone to a special high school, or the luck of the superpowered lottery, or whatever other excuse he could think of. Under the same conditions, she’d done better than he ever thought possible. Gen was weak, and now, he didn’t have any excuses for it.[break][break]

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The worst part, however, was her infuriating attempt at empathy. The fact that he was getting a reality check was bad enough, but getting it from someone this out of touch was the straw that broke the camel’s back. “Alright, you know what?” He crushed the bottle, with but a few sips remaining in it, before tossing it to the side. Gloves. Off. “That’s it!” And then, Gen did the unthinkable.[break][break]

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He grabbed the side of the dumpster with his hands and pulled his body up from the ground. It wasn’t easy, but with enough hatred and willpower, anything was possible. This wasn’t a trick of the light, or a double, or any illusion. He was right back up, and he was all up in her face. “You know why you hate me, Jun? It's not because I’m weak, or because I’m arrogant, or because of any stupid reason you came up with in your head.”[break][break]

“You’ve been working on this stupid Hero dream of yours for what? Five years? And what do you have to show for it?” No one tried harder than Jun, or so it seemed. You could split hairs about who put in more work, and were it not for present circumstances, Gen would be the first to throw his name in that hat.[break][break] “I’m sure you busted ass to get that six-pack and to fire out cannonballs on command. I bet you agonize about if you’re doing the right thing at every turn. And because your mommy or your daddy or your friend or fuckin’ whoever died horribly, you can’t go back to a normal life. Being a Hero is all you have, and you've given blood, sweat, and tears to get here.”[break][break]

“But here I am, spitting in the face of all that! Little over a year in and I’ve leap-frogged past you and your stupid friends. Never went to any special school, you couldn’t pay me to be at the gym, I never need to do the right thing and got no ghosts keeping me awake at night!”[break][break]

“Fact is, you need to think that I’m weak, that I’m wasting my potential, that you can beat me because you put in the hours and you do right thing. Because that way, life’s fair. You work hard enough, and you can overcome anything you put your mind to.” It was a nice world-view, simple, reasonable, and above all, just. “Well, here’s the skinny: life’s not fair.” Success is not the result of effort. It is the result of coincidence and circumstance. The Elite are not there because they deserve it, they stumble into perfect storms through no effort of their own. In this fucked-up age of superhumans, there are those who are simply born better. “You can train every day for the rest of your life, you can bust your ass year-round, and you can do every little thing right, and it's still not going to be enough. Because some people are just born with a leg up, and there's nothing you can do about it!”[break][break]

It was clear, from a glance, that Gen was far from fully healed. His hand gripped the dumpster for dear life. His body shook with pain and anger, there was a certain conviction to the way he spoke, one that grew with every word. And if she had any doubt as to whether this was real or not, his hand flew towards her, pushing her with his insignificant force. “So grow up and deal with it!”[break][break]

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Initially, disappointment crossed Jun's features. She had thought that he was finally putting that garbage attitude in the trashcan where it belonged, but that didn't seem to be the case. Of course, Gen had to go and insult her reasoning for being there. That turned that disappointment to anger real fast. Stryker's Island, while not totally obscure to the public eye, was an event that shook Jun to her core, so much so that she still bore survivor's guilt. The moment Gen reached up to push her, she moved. She deflected his hand, her other rearing back as a white light blazed on her ring, but instead of landing on Gen's face she pulled the knuckles back just enough so they stopped an inch from his nose. To illustrate a point, a hammer had formed and obliterated the ice wall that was behind him, though this was more for her so she didn't brutalize Gen. "I could have been anything," she says through clenched teeth. "Every Kanjo before me has served the state. I could have been a cop, or the captain in the coast guard, or even one of the many bureaucratic cogs within the political machine in Osaka. My mother would have approved. She doesn't like the fact that I'm here." She took a deep breath, tears of anger flowing down her face. "But do you know what it's like, being the good man that does nothing? Don't answer that, because I know you don't." She pulled her fist back, turning to walk away. "I know life isn't fair. The first friend I ever made is currently confined to a hospital bed, paralyzed from the neck down and can't even form two syllables together. She had dreams and aspirations that she will never be able to achieve." Jun stopped just long enough to look back at Gen, an uncharacteristic look on her face. "If you can't take this seriously, then you should probably drop out. For your own good. If you want to see just how far our abilities are from one another, then I'd be more than happy to kick your ass in front of your god and everyone else at the Sport's Festival." And with that she was done. She was going to do some light work, but getting worked up earlier caused her side to flair up in pain. Guess she should go take it easy for the night... Kurokami Gen

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Gen all but stumbled to the floor from Jun’s deflection. Genuine panic flying across his features as he winced in both pain and anticipation. Yup, this was the moment. You can only insult someone so much before they kick your ass. Even paragons like Jun had their breaking points, and this was the moment he’d pushed her too far. He braced himself, reeling back and clenching up, waiting for an punch in the face that never came.[break][break]

He slowly opened his eyes, but instead of physical pain, he found something much worse. Jun had just embarrassed him. Faked him out. Made him out to be the weak little bitch he really was. To cap it off, his body couldn’t help but jump up in fear as she broke the ice behind her.[break][break]

Now, she was taking a moral victory lap and hosting a pity party for her sad life. Never in the history of this school has any effect to impart empathy failed more disastrously than this. He thought keeping his distance from these idiots would make it easier to do what needed to be done, but with this chick, it was different. The more he learned about Jun, the less cared about her. 'Oh, I’m a nepo baby who could’ve taken any job I wanted, but I still chose to be a super-cop, see how good I am? Oh, my best friend’s a vegetable, woe is me!' Womp-womp, bitch. If anything, he would’ve preferred getting his fucking brains bashed in than having to sit through this self-serving bullshit.[break][break]

But then, she just had to do it. She had to push her luck. To put what he always wanted on a silver plate. She had to dare him into a fight, at the grandest stage this school had to offer. All for One couldn’t back down from that kind of challenge, but fuck that shit. The grift? That didn’t matter right now. If it wasn’t for him, she’d be dead or wishing she was. This was the thanks he was getting. After all of this, nothing could’ve stopped him from doing what he was about to do.[break][break]

“You know what? Sure! Fuck it!” As she walked away, she could hear the little man banging against the side of the dumpster. “You’re on.” And like that, her date with the devil was set. “So, bring your stupid family, hell, bring all your dumbass friends. Let 'em watch!” With hatred flying out of every word, he slapped the top of the trash container, accentuating his point. “That way, when you're lying there, choking on your blood, sweat and tears, they can see you for the sad, useless disappointment you are.” [break][break]

This went beyond mere differences in opinion. This was raw, undistilled hatred. “Don’t worry about being the good man who did nothing." He rose to full height, taking one brittle step after the next. His body trembled, but with all the spite and adrenaline that flowed through his veins, he somehow managed to remain standing. "'Cause when its all said and done, you’ll just be another good man who couldn’t hang.”[break][break]


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"Don’t go crying to your roommate about it.”

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✓ The tension is so strong! I can't wait to see what happens at Sports Fest!! [break][break]
Gen - 2.750 // 7.750[break]
Jun - 40.000 // 45.000

+ 5.000 EXP!

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