-Part 2

                                    

                                          
Lunchtime, baby!
Yeah, we're skipping past classes, nothing interesting happens in those, this isn't one of those stories. The Ruling Douchebag was still teaching in Heiwa, but Jiei was the unlucky sucker who landed him as a teacher.
The trio sat in a circle behind one of the entrances to the rooftop, right at the one of the corners of the place, where they could stay away from the eyes of the people.
"That was the best nap of my life, let me tell you..." Harui yawned as she stretched her arms. "Science is gonna be so good this year."
"Not if you keep sleeping through it, you slob." Satoru replied, fishing his bento out of his bag. "Kasumi-san, thank you for the godly food once again. May you keep living with us for many years to come."
"How the hell did your sister score a girl like Kasumi-san in the first place..."
"By being overbearing?" Yukie asked. "I believe a wedding was involved."
"And now I eat like this every day, amen! Let's eat!"
And eat they did. Satoru's regal bento carried all the care and love Kasumi put into her cooking for her girlfriend's family, Harui's artsy bento was a testament to the overwhelming amount of free time Izuru had, and Yukie's... Left some things to be desired. She was the one who prepared it.
Jiei did the cooking for a reason.
"You guys heard the rumours?" Satoru asked as he stuffed his face. "We got ourselves a big time champion in the school. In fact, she's in our class." 
"Shut up, no way! Tell me more, tell me more!" Harui requested.
"I'd appreciate if you two didn't talk with your mouths full..." Yukie sweatdropped. She leaned closer to Harui to wipe some crumbs off with her handkerchief. "Uekoshi Kikka, Germany champion, lived there for ten years, moved back to Japan last month. She's the redhead at the protagonist seat in class."
"Huh... Why do you- How do you- Where did you learn all of that exactly?" Satoru asked.
"Class formations are made public two week before the school year begins. I simply made the necessary research on the other girls in our class. I'm aware of the effect Harui has on other women."
"Heh, fish fear me, women love me." Harui smirked at her own remark.
"There's a dellusional member on the relationship, that's for sure." Satoru deadpanned. "So that cutie with the red hair's a big shot pro, huh? And she's german on top of that? I like my odds."
"Yeah right, like any sort of european would like some furry moron like you." The white haired girl scoffed. "A pro has to be worth some good points. This bimbo may just be my easy way into the twenty milion tier!"
"Why would some fancy overseas pro waste their time on a tanuki like you?"
"People can be persuaded." Yukie chimmed in as he took a sip of her canned tea. 
Satoru and Harui felt a weird sense of dread for some reason.
"The answer's simple. I'm rich, I got ties to big people, and I'm super duper cute to boot. You think some snobby high school prodigy from Europe can resist this pretty face?" Harui asked with a big smile.
"Yes." Satoru gave the blatant answer.
"I'd rather you did not tempt fate." Yukie gave the realistic answer.
"You two lack faith. Just trust me, by the end of the day, I'll be worth so many points that Heiwa will turn into a playground for me." 
"Izuru's the rich one, all your ties come from him and I value my neck too much to comment on your appearance. Let's get realistic for a sec, Ibuki. You'd probably need to go through her agent or something, and that'd only pay off if you had some accomplishments under your belt." Satoru explained, removing his sunglasses to clean them.