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He is nothing like what Gakushuu expected.
He’s not covered with sentences curling around him like vines, or soft letters bubbling up to surround Gakushuu's fragmented self and make him whole again.
No, he’s sharp smiles and bright mischievous eyes, script burning across his body like flames. His tongue is just as sharp, turning words from harmless puffs of air to blades sharper than steel and twice as deadly. Gakushuu swears that he's got half the student body openly afraid, and the rest are just better at hiding it.
The campus is terrified of this boy, this one who shatters through rules like glass and isn't afraid of anyone or anything, daring even to defend E Class.
He smirks and flips his knives with a laugh as he's informed of his suspension and subsequent demotion to E class.
Gakushuu just can't understand it.
So he watches this boy made of sharpened bloody edges who wears mischief and power like a cloak.
They clash, and clash, and clash again, and somehow… somehow this boy of fire melts a hole straight through his iron walls, straight to his fragmented self, and melts the shards back whole again. And when the name appears on his wrist, he's almost relieved.
Karma Akabane is nothing like what he expected.