IKARI
After some minutes of just being there, Ikari finally got fed up, so he raised himself from his chair to go and get something from the cafeteria. His seemingly acquired peace didn't last that long, as a fellow student appeared in front of the class's door, sweating like crazy.
"T-The new student, Misaki, the guys from 3-3 are dragging her to the rooftop!" He panted out for all to hear. The one who processed the information quicker than any other was the blond, so without wasting any time he shoved away his classmate and started sprinting with destination to the rooftop. He didn't have to think about it twice. Ikari may be a douche on the outside, but he isn't going to let someone get hurt just because of it.
"I can't believe that dumbass. First day of school and she's in more trouble than me...!" He said to himself in exasperation, a feeling of dread filling him. Students and teachers alike looked with curiosity and confusion as he made his way to the rooftop, walking up the stairs in quick and swift motions. Ikari didn't care about them in the slightest. He just wanted to save Misaki from whatever problem she had gotten herself into. He reached the door that led to the place, and just as he was about to open , some voices were heard through it.
"Damm, she's good in uniform now that I look closer! Just wait till we undress her..." Laughs accompanied that gross statement, and Ikari gritted his teeth in fury. He slammed the door open, and the sight that greeted him was almost criminal to him. Misaki laying there unconscious, her new uniform a bit of a mess. Alongside her were 2 students he recognized, one of them trying to go under the girl's shirt with his hand. In other place were 2 other bitches, giggling and gossiping like something funny just happened.
The blond composed himself, and a murderous smile made its way on his face.
"Yo, Kabuki-senpai" He casually called, drawing the group's attention to him while walking towards them.
"I didn't knew you were that much of a suicidal, messing with the wrong people. I thought you learned your lesson some time ago..." He indirectly threatened the delinquents, specifically the one who was trying to touch Misaki. They got up while malicious grins were painted on their faces. Some of the girls were cheering them on, saying things like "break his face!" and so on.
"Keep talking big brat. You're going to pay for what you did to me, and your girlfriend here is just perfect for job" The guy known as Kabuki said while cracking his knuckles.
Ikari tilted his head in fake innocence while bringing a hand to his chin
"You mean...that time when your car suddenly lost its wheels? Or that other time when I threw your wallet to the river? Sorry, but you're so much of an idiot that I can't help but to bully you constantly. What, yer goin to cry to your daddy about it? The blond provoked, eliciting an instant reaction. Kabuki's lackey had started moving, planning to punch Ikari on the face. The movement was lanky, so a little sidestep was sufficient to let the attacker open. Ikari raised his leg, and delivered a powerful kick on the delinquent's groin, making him fall to all fours. Kabuki started looking nervous, but that stupid grin of his was still on his face. Just as Ikari approached him, the delinquent drew forth a small knife from his shirt, pointing it to him. The bitches weren't cheering him anymore.
"You're not so strong now brat? The senior said with confidence. He ran towards the boy with the intention of stabbing him...but it never reached its objective. When Kabuki looked down, he saw his opponent's hand griping the blade, small trails of blood coming from his palm and staining the floor. They stood like that from some seconds more, until Ikari lifted him by his shirt, and proceeded to head-butt him. He broke his nose, but he wasn't letting him go so easily.
"Listen, asshole. You ever touch Misaki again, and I'm going to kick you in your twins so many times that you'll wish you were one of your own bitches" He stated with a dead serious voice. Kabuki made something akin to a nod, glancing at his friends in fear. When he thought it was enough, Ikari let go of him, and the group rapidly got out of there, not wanting to face the wrath of the most violent person on school.
When they finally left the place, he covered his injured hand with the other one, his eyes laying down on the unconscious girl. He let out a sigh of relief, but just as he was about to pick her up, sounds of footsteps resonated in the rooftop.
"Stop right there, Shitsurei!" A new voice invaded Ikari's ears. Teachers and students were there on the door, looking horrified at the scene before them. The blond opened his mouth to explain, but the teachers started grabbing him by the arms with the intention of restraining him. He didn't say anything. He didn't fight back. He knew knew it was futile now. Who could possibly believe that the most problematic student had just saved someone? Not that it bothered him anymore.
He stealed a last glance behind him, blue eyes falling down on his childhood friend, other students sorrounding her to check if she was fine.
