KlK Fic Draft

My hands were shaking uncontrollably as I handed her that envelope. Hell, my entire body felt as if there was an earthquake in the Academy (based off of past experiences, that would not be surprising).

It was about a week after I was first introduced to her that I decided that I would have the decency- more or less the balls- to ask her formally. I decided to go with the gentlemanly approach. It was not an understatement to say that every single male student in the Honnouji Academy received a nosebleed when they first witnessed Ryūko’s transformation. Except for me, of course; I did everything I could to avoid even catching a glimpse of it.

The hardest part seemed not to be giving her the note, but writing it in the first place. Hours were spent wracking my brain searching for words that weren’t too bland, but not over-the-top sappy either. I found myself literally destroying the eraser end of my pencil several times.

Of course, there was also the main issue: she was always sleeping right next to me.

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Being chased by some of the more heavy-set students was always a part of my school day. Why? Well, I was one of the first boarding students at the Academy. The boarding program was finally established a few days after I arrived. Thank goodness too; I had no place to stay.

I had no idea why I was targeted for being a boarder. My guess is that they had literally no brain power whatsoever and only needed someone to pick on. Something to take their anger out on.

I was usually lucky between classes. There were many places to hide, secret passages to slip through, etc. If all else failed, I could just hide in the bathroom and hope for the best until classes started. One day, as the daily chases turned weekly (and a ray of hope appeared meaning that I wouldn’t have to deal with their agonizing grunts and calls every few yards away), I made a change of plans. Thinking that there was some sort of complicated plan going on from my usual pursuers, I decided to take a detour through town.

I had no idea where exactly I was going. As long as I was walking in the same direction as the Academy, I thought things would be peachy. Not quite.

I exited an alley only to have my arms grabbed from behind.

“Where do ya think you’re going, meat?”

“‘Meat?’ That’s honestly the nicest thing I’ve ever heard you fellows call me.”

“You want that smart mouth torn off ya too, kid?”

No. No I did not. Of course, my mouth had a mind of its own and made a rebuttal against the large and overly-built student towering over me.

“My mouth is smarter than you, obviously. If not then it would be-” whoof! Saliva and the encore appearance of my breakfast went right out in front of me. Tears stung my eyes as the oaf pulled back his fist.

“You threw up on my shoes, kid. Your deathwish has been granted.”

There was a mixture of anger at my stupid mouth (who, I believe, began a charming sentence about his shoes looking better with vomit on them) and a feeling of dread, realizing that they were actually ready to kill me as the fist came again.

I heard the big guy scream as he was flown back about eighty yards, crashing to my left. I kept my eyes shut, thinking that some other prank was being pulled, when the dude holding my arms let go suddenly and charged at whatever had hit his pal.

…More cries of pain. I still kept my lids shut, hoping/praying that whomever had “saved” me would be merciful.

“...Yo. You okay?”

“P-please don’t kill me!!” Dear God, I sound pathetic.

“Huh? Open your eyes. I’m not gonna kill you.” Hold on… this dude…

I opened my eyes slowly, unsure of the gender whom I was speaking to. My eyes went straight to a red strand in fluffy dark-blue hair. Holy crap… that chick just saved my ass…

Her uniform was nothing like the Academy’s, so I instantly took her as a transfer student.

She yawned. “Two fights on my first day? That’s a surprise… usually there’s more.”

I looked away, thinking of a response. “Hey uh… thanks for saving me.”

“Don’t mention it.” She turned and walked away, something that looked like a metal guitar case slung over her back.

I found myself a bit disappointed that our conversation had ended so quickly. Something… some sort of common sense in the back my mind told me to call her.

“Hm?” She looked over her shoulder.

“Look, um… I don’t really trust these guys, so… can I walk with you?”

She smirked. “So you need a bodyguard, eh?”

“Sort of like that…” I rubbed my arm.

“If you can find a faster way to school, you’ve got yourself a deal.”

The walk to school was a quiet one. We exchanged names, her’s being Ryūko Matoi. She was indeed a transfer student, so we had something in common after all. The conversation ended when I asked her what was in that metal case. She told me it was nothing, her bangs covering her eyes in that depressed-looking way.