[i]Detention... Why did it have to be detention[/i]

No matter how academic and studious Matsuru Yaoyorozu might be, he's not like his cousin. She is constantly eager to learn and boasting a rigorous work ethic. In truth, Matsuru hated school. It was so... bureaucratic, yeah that's the word. In his mind, he saw Eirei as a big game of politico. It's not about what you learn or what you do, its about who you know and who knows you. Luckily for Yaomatsu, he didn't have to play their venerate "game of thrones". His blood alone is enough to secure a comfortable position within the hero world after graduation. Not even including his prestige, accolades, and skill. He hated the innate hierarchy of the classes, the pompous teachers, and even the perverted seniority many of his older classmates carry with them. The only reason he was here was because of her. Rin. 

Rin Himura. The same woman who constantly teases him to sheer embarrassment in front of others. The same woman who atrociously shot one of her students. The same woman who can turn into a completely different person, one of petulant and plight. The same woman who saved him back in UA. The same woman who showed him the true meaning of being a hero. The one who taught him the loving nature of the argent snow.

The one who he loved dearly.

Even now, walking through the corridors of the campus, hearing the rumors of the classroom incident be spread around so casually, it sickened him. Hearing what Rin said, what she did, what everyone is saying about her. It makes him feel vile, makes him want to do vile acts.

Yet he loves her dearly.

Matsuru grumbled as, behind him, followed a conglomerate of students. Kaiga, Yusuke, and many others (namely from the Hawkes Agency) tallied behind him like ducklings to a mother goose. In truth, much about this did not sit well with Matsuru. It was he that instigated the conflict in 1B, a class he has no real authority over. And because of his actions and implications, others suffered punishment while he did not. Matsuru has read many stories where the protagonist was falsely implicated of crimes. And while they ran, an antagonist chased them down. Whether by order of sickle or scepter, they must capture the protagonist. An innocent man. For a crime they did not commit. Why? Because that was how the story was written.

And in this story, he held both sickle and scepter in his hands like a mad tyrant. In his mind, he was the antagonist. 
This did not sit well with him.

And yet, Matsuru did not say much. He marched on with the orders he was given like a good soldier. No matter the doubt in his mind or the pit in his stomach, he put one foot in front of the other and ordered around hero's-in-training like a sergeant to his inferiors.

[i]We were not soldiers.[/i]
[i]We were meant to be better.[/i]

Analogies, metaphors, and references filled his already clouded mind. The bickering between Kaiga and Yusuke dulled out like a muffle echo in a storm. He sighed to himself in a way only he would hear "I want to see Rin."

He brought the students to detention like the good little soldier he was.