walking around the corner, mako sees a familiar head of long blue hair, and her eyes narrow at seeing some of her other classmates in a sort of stand off with some asshole lookin dudes.
"what the fuck is going on here?" she asks, low growl in her voice as she approaches. gaining the attention of everyone, her classmates go wide eyed at seeing the girl, silently begging for her not to make the situation any worse.
"who are you? another delinquent?" the ugly looking bastard with black hair and glasses snaps at her, a condescending smirk on his face as he looks her over, but she just rolls her eyes at him.
"goddamn, you're ugly. how does your mother look at you every morning? i'm surprised she didn't give you away at birth with how ugly you must've been as a baby."
the e class students stare at her in horror as she just gives a disgusted glare to the shorter boy, who looks highly offended and enraged by her words. the tallest of them, the weird brown haired one, just smirks as he moves towards her.
"hello, beautiful. what's your name?"
she just glares harshly at him, sending a quick but efficient elbow to his stomach after he tried to wrap his arm around her shoulder.
consent is important, kiddies.
"back off, asshole, and if you ever try to touch me without my permission again, i will deck
you so fucking hard you'll be unable to smile for the rest of your life because the majority of your teeth will be missing."
the boy fearfully clutches at his face,
moving to stand behind the boy at the center, who just gives her a contemplative look.
"you're that delinquent transfer student my father told me about. the one from ikebukuro, correct?"
her eyes narrow even more at him as he smirks, before she returns the smirk and casually stares him down. "really? and i'm guessing that the principal is your daddy dearest, am i right?"
he growls at her, walking up to stand face to face with the girl.
"shut up."
"make me, asshole."
asano grits his teeth, anger coursing through him, but she just steps past him and towards her classmates, not giving the boy the satisfaction of her attention. "come on you dumbasses, let's go tell the class what all kinda shit you've gotten yourselves into, this time."
maehara and okajima stiffen, nodding quickly, still scared after last time. the others follow after her, aside from isogai, who bows at the big five before going back inside.
asano glares at mako's back in anger, not caring about the looks his "friends" gave him.
'stupid girl...'
———
"hey, assano! is daddy dearest watching this to see how much you're gonna fail? because oh god, you're totally in for it once we beat you're cheatin asses!" mako shouts at the strawberry blonde on the field, making everyone look at her as she smirks at the boy. she'd said the phrase in perfect english, knowing the boy would definitely understand, and she could just tell that he was pissed as hell from where he was.
rio was laughing her ass off next to her, having understood most of what she said, and karasuma was giving her a wide eyed look, but then he just scowls.
"was that really necessary, heiwajima?"
"not really, but i'm helping! gotta psyche the little shit out and help the boys, right? any advantage is a good advantage if it's against the enemy," she cheekily retorts, grinning, then she turns back to the game.
boys are too easy to rile up. especially pricks like asano.
"fucking beat their asses, guys!" she shouts, watching the fuckhead kick yoshida off the pole.
he continues kicking the boys off, but she smirks as they get back up.
itona rushes at the others jumping into the air and toppling the pole in the end, making mako shout at the top of her lungs.
"fuck yeah, those are our stupid dumbasses!"
———
sighing, mako slaps isogai upside the head, smirking at him slightly as he rubs his head with a confused look.
"uh, what was that for, heiwajima-chan?"
"don't be a dumbass like that again. if you need help making sure no one rats you out to the school, just tell me. give me their name, and they won't be squealing on you at all. ok?" she says, her smirk turning darker and making the others all sweatdrop as she shows them a thumbs up.
"uh, sure, heiwajima-chan. i'll come to you if i need it."
later, after having gotten changed back into her school uniform, mako waved goodbye to yada and kataoka on her way to the station. itona decided to walk with terasaka and his gang to hang out at muramatsu's for a bit, so she was alone on the way home again. as she was walking, though, she checked her phone and saw a text from shizuo, quickly responding to it, which led to her bumping into someone.
"oh, shit, sorry, i didn't-"
she cuts herself off when seeing the familiar boy standing in front of her, glaring at her with dark eyes. she just raises an eyebrow, putting a hand on her hip in annoyance.
"what's got your panties in a twist, jackass?"
"you should watch your language, it's not proper to be so vulgar. and you're violating the uniform requirements by not wearing the skirt like the dress code states," asano scolds, his glare intensifying with every word. but, mako just shrugs off his look, rolling her eyes at him.
"oh, please. i can curse however much i like, it's my life goddammit. and also, have you seen those skirts? they're too short if you ask me, and i'd rather not have those dumbasses gawk at me and my legs if i wear one."
the boy just stares at her, his glare lessening, and she rolls her eyes again. what was with this guy? now he's just looking at her like she's some puzzle he's tryna figure out, and it was getting annoying real fucking quick.
"dude, stop fucking staring at me. if anything, that's more rude than me being a total bitch to anyone i talk to. and also-" but she stops talking when she gives him a once over, her eyes stopping on the sneakers he was wearing.
"the hell is on your shoes?"
asano looks down, his eyes widening along with hers at seeing the small stain on his trainers.
'no. no, this isn't good, no!'
"it's nothing. stay away from me, you e class trash," he spats at her, but she grabs his arm as he moves to rush off, and leans down to get a closer look. "holy fuck, how'd you get blood on your shoes? no one was hurt enough to bleed, last i checked."
he stares at her with wide eyes as she stands back up to her full height, and his hands quiver slightly at the intense but wary look on her face.
"it's none of your business, stay out of it!"
"dude-"
"don't call me that! stay away from me!" he shouts, ignoring the concerned look on her face as he rushes off. mako stares at his back in shock, shaking her head.
"goddammit..."