AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm sure some of you readers are confused about my username. That's right! I changed my username from 'cjlouotaku416' to 'ganimanovel'. So why I choose 'ganimanovel' as my new username? Because of the four words in order: GAME, ANIME, MANGA and NOVEL! I change the username with it on my other social media accounts, by the way!
PS: ENJOY READING THE NEW CHAPTER!
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Youjin Kinoshita's POV
I felt much better after everyone at school feared me. But it didn't mean justice had finally been served for myself. No matter how much they tried to appease me, I would never be satisfied.
The day after my return, as usual, the students remained terrified. No one tried to approach me and even apologize to me. But that's fine for me. I don't need their apologies, anyway.
When I opened my shoe locker, something fell to the floor. Looking down, I saw an envelope. But I furrowed my eyebrows as I suspected that envelope might be a threatened letter. Grabbing the envelope, I turned it over, only to find a heart-shaped sticker sealing it.
'A love letter?' I thought in confusion.
No, there's no way this was an actual love letter. I decided not to open it but kept it anyway.
During lunch, I stayed in the classroom instead of the rooftop. A few classmates lingered, eating their meals. I pulled the envelope from my bag, debating whether to open it.
Still, that envelope seemed suspicious. Even with the heart-shaped sticker, there was a chance it contained something malicious: A challenge letter or a threat. My paranoia wasn't unfounded. It reminded me of the countless letters I received after returning to school following my suspension before I was brutally assaulted three months ago.
"Well, well, well… an a**hole finally returned yesterday, huh?"
What the- who said that?!
A female student who looked like a third-year student stood at the classroom door, glaring at me. But wait, was she talking about me?
"I'm not afraid of you, Kinoshita-kouhai." She crossed her arms. "But I still believe Nonaka-san, Naomi-sama and your sisters were victims of the crimes you committed."
What the hell is she saying?!
I thought everyone feared me after my revenge, but her? This girl still had the audacity to challenge me?
"Hey! Leave him alone, senpai!" One of my female classmates shouted. "We all saw what happened, right? Kinoshita-kun is innocent!"
"Yeah!"
"What she said!"
No matter my classmates tried to defend me from that b**chy senpai, I still hated them!
"So what? No one helped him to get revenge on us before. He did it alone himself." She retorted. "Even those girls had no proof about his crimes, it was still cleared that he really did it. Besides, Nonaka-san had a witness, right?"
What kind of bulls**t is that?! She made my blood boil for hearing that nonsense.
"Senpai, please stop! We don't want to cause more chaos." Another pleaded.
I clenched my fists, tempting to beat that b*tch up for badmouthing me.
"Well, look at that!" Senpai ignored my classmate, smirking at me. "Planning to hit me? Do it and I will report you to the principal's office. Everyone here will be the witnesses to your next crime."
I guess I have no choice–
"Senpai, that's enough!" My male classmate yelled at her.
I stood up, fists trembling. I had reached my limit.
I dashed toward her, grabbing her by the neck.
"Ki-Ki-Kinos–" She gasped, struggling to breathe.
Then I dragged and slammed her against the blackboard. The impact echoed through the room. Behind me, everyone gasped in horror.
"K-K-Kouhai–" Her eyes widened in fear.
I clenched my teeth, rage burning inside me. My fist hovered, ready to strike.
"I-I'm so so–"
Punch
Her breath hitched. But instead of hitting her, I punched the blackboard beside her head, leaving a gaping hole in the surface.
"Senpai…" I sighed.
"Y-Yes?" She stammered in fear.
I released my grasp from her neck and grabbed her collar.
"SHUT UP, B********CH!!!" I roared in fury.
Tears welled in her eyes as she trembled. Then I snapped at her.
"I never commit any crimes! Those four b*tches falsely accused me! They ruined my life! They made everyone hate me and I hate them back. You heard me?!"
She was shaking.
"T-That's…"
"And you think my evidence is fake? MY DRONES NEVER LIE, B*TCH!"
I turned to my classmates, who remained silent, fear in their eyes.
"Mark my words!" I glared at senpai. "Witnesses can make lies, just like Nonaka's who was my best friend and betrayed me. My drones monitor me at all times to prove my innocence. In fact, one of them is even recording right now."
I pointed above, where a drone hovered, capturing the entire confrontation.
"Even my drone is capturing of what I'm doing with you here, I know what I'm doing! Even if you think this is a crime, this is payback for badmouthing me."
Murmurs spread through the room.
"Oh, yeah."
"He's right."
"I forgot about his drones."
"We see it."
"The drone is barely visible, but he's right."
I leaned in closer, my face inches from hers. She was terrified. Defeated. But then…
Slap
The sound echoed in the silent classroom. I had slapped her across the face, and the shock paralyzed her. My classmates were speechless.
"I don't care if you are girl who verbally assaulted me. But I will fight anyone back, whether male or female, who messed up with me. After all, I am a villain of this hellish high school, thanks to those traitors who falsely accused me."
She flinched as I leaned even closer, her breath shallowed. I was about to say something when I felt a small splash below.
Then I looked down and saw a wet stain spreading across the floor beneath her. Her skirt darkened with moisture. My glare shifted back to her face as she was petrified.
"You just sh*t yourself, b*tch!" I sneered.
Behind me, laughter erupted.
"Hahahaha!"
"Senpai just wet herself!"
"LOL!"
"Such a kid!"
Their laughter enraged me. Even they weren't laugh at me, I still despised them.
"Shut up, a**holes!" I snapped.
The silence fell instantly.
Then I turned back to her. I released my grip on her collar while narrowing my eyes.
"I don't care if you will report me to the principal. But this is the first and last warning! If you will tell your parents about this, then I'll report this school to the Board of Education. Now, get the hell out of my sight and never involve yourself with me ever again!"
She nodded silently before running away in terror. But the floor below me was still soaked, thanks to her. So I decided to clean it myself.
"I'm gotta find the mop."
I was about to leave when one of my female classmates spoke up.
"Kinoshita-kun, just leave it. We'll clean."
It was my choice, not theirs. I shot her a sharp look to make her freeze.
"I-I'm sorry, Kinoshita-kun." She stammered, giving up.
Without another word, I left for the janitor's room. As I grabbed a mop, my grip tightened.
"I will teach more students brutal lessons for messing up with me no matter what!"
Later that night after dinner, I looked at the 'love letter' I received that morning. But I couldn't shake the feeling that the envelope contained something else entirely.
'Should I read it?' I thought to myself.
I thought if that inside the envelope was really either a threat or a challenge. No, I'm still thinking for the possibility that the confession is actually a setup for a punishment game. Many students still played those cruel games, and I despised them for toying with someone's feelings.
My final decision was not to read the letter, but I kept it safe.
The next day, I opened my shoe locker room at school. But another envelope fell to the floor. Not one, not two… but three envelopes. Each a different color, but all of them marked with a heart-shaped drawing.
"Another pieces of trash." I muttered, gritting my teeth.
I shoved the envelopes into my bag without reading them. It didn't matter if they were confessions. I had no intention to accept anyone's feelings. They had already ruined my life, after all.
Later, during PE class at the soccer field, we were assigned a stretching exercise. Of course, students paired up to assist each other. But for me, I don't need a partner.
Some classmates wanted to choose me. But I immediately approached Bushimata-sensei, the male PE teacher, and asked him I preferred to work alone.
However, he insisted. "You need a partner, or else you will get a lower grade."
"I don't care, Sensei!" I glared at him.
"Kinoshita-kun, please. I'm serious." Bushimata-sensei begged.
He still persisted.
"Don't make me pair up with someone, or else…"
I felt that an anger aura radiating from me as my frustration boiled over. Bushimata-sensei met my gaze and finally realized how serious I was.
He sighed in defeat. "All right, fine. Suit yourself."
I was relieved. "Thank you, Sensei. I really appreciate it."
With a few minutes allotted for stretching, I did my usual solo routine. I was more than capable of handling it myself alone, thanks to my daily morning exercises.
While my classmates continued stretching, I took a rest for a while and planned to do an exercise that wasn't part of today's lesson: Push-up.
Believe it or not, I could do push-ups up to thirty counts per set, aiming at least four sets per day. Even thirty push-ups are very tough to achieve, I tried my best to reach it. But my next goal was forty push-ups.
'One, two, three, four, five…' I started counting mentally as I was doing push-up.
While doing it, I heard some of my classmates whispering.
"Didn't Bushimata-sensei tell us to do push-up?"
"I think Kinoshita-kun is doing it for himself."
"But look at him. He's good."
"I'm impressed."
"He even reaches twenty push-ups now."
That's right! Reaching twenty push-ups wasn't bad, but I could do more than that. Their chatter continued, but I ignored them.
'Twenty-five… twenty-six… twenty-seven…' My arms began to stiffen.
"Woah! He's almost at thirty push-ups."
"Keep going, Kinoshita-kun!"
"Let's cheer him on, guys!"
No! I didn't want their encouragement.
"Go, Kinoshita-kun!"
They're making it worse.
'Twenty-nine… thirty…'
Great! I reached thirty push-ups again. But should I reach for at least thirty-five push ups? But their voices distracted me.
'Thirty-one… thirty-two…'
It's getting closer, although I feel exhausted.
"You can do it, Kinoshita-kun!"
"Kinoshita-kun, Kinoshita-kun!"
"Go, go, go!"
I feel so infuriated.
"SHUT UP!" I yelled furiously, looking up at them with a glare. "I'M TRYING TO CONCENTRATE HERE, DAMN IT!"
Silence fell over them.
Seriously, I hated when people, who had been part of my suffering, especially my classmates, acted like they cared. They had no right! They ruined me, and yet, they wanted to make up with me? Give me a break!
My classmates turned away in embarrassment, but it was too late. I had lost my focus and my arms gave out. Then I collapsed onto the ground while panting in exhaustion. So I failed to reach thirty-five push-ups.
"Are you okay, Kinoshita-kun?" A male classmate approached, offering a hand.
But I smacked his hand away.
"Leave me alone!" I growled.
He flinched and gave me a confused look.
"Dude, I'm trying to be nice, you know."
I clenched my fist. "So what? Gotta problem with that?"
Narrowing my eyes, I gave him an angry look to scare him.
"Sorry!" He bowed and walked off.
After PE class, everyone headed to the locker room to change their uniforms. But I was alone in the soccer field as I waited for a few minutes since I wanted to change my uniform alone, despite that locker room was for boys only, as long as not to interact with any of them.
Later, I opened the door of the men's locker room. But… what I saw inside stunned me.
I thought nobody was in the locker room anymore, but female classmates.
They're still half-dressed, not to mention their bras and panties exposed. Some even squeezed each other's chests playfully.
Wait a minute, wasn't this the men's locker room I opened? I checked the sign on the door and it read indeed "MEN'S LOCKER ROOM". So why the hell were they in here?
Just then, all eyes turned to me and their face flushed. But instead of screaming or calling me a pervert, they… smirked?
As for me, I was confused and mad at the same time. My heart didn't beat so fast and I wasn't even embarrassed and blushed at sight.
That reminded me of an anime I watched, which was ecchi one that a main character accidentally opened the locker room which was for women that caused the girls inside attack him and scream 'pervert.'
Are they planning to make false accusation of sexual harassment on me in the locker room? Why didn't they change their uniform in their own room?
"Uh, Kinoshita-kun." One of the spoke. "You can come in. This is men's locker room, after all."
"Yeah, we don't mind."
"We're not gonna hurt you."
"You can touch us."
"Yeah, you have our permission."
"We'll make you feel better."
Enter the locker room with girls? Touch their bodies? Make me feel better? What the hell?!
The suspicion flared inside me. But were they trying to set me up? Were they really planning to falsely accuse me?
Instead of entering, I shot them the angriest glare I could muster and slammed the door shut with enough force to shake the walls.
Even after seeing their beautiful bodies, I mean, nearly naked bodies, with their bras and panties, it didn't change my mind I still hated them. Their bodies didn't turn me on.
Some men only care about a woman's body. The same as women do with a man's. But I am not like them! Although it's hard to find a girl who is genuinely loyal, whether her body is beautiful or ugly. That's why I had chosen to stay single forever for good.
I immediately rushed to the empty classroom and changed my uniform instead. By the way, I brought my school uniform with me instead of putting it on the men's locker room after changing to PE uniform before PE class, just in case my school uniform might be lost.
As the time my classmates returned, specifically girls, they looked at me with fear in their eyes.
"Tch!" I scoffed, looking away in frustration.
A trembling hand tapped my shoulder by one of them.
"K-K-Kinoshita-kun, please calm down! But…"
"What?" I asked without looking at her.
"Why didn't you change in the locker room?"
I snapped.
"What do you mean 'why'?" I turned and glared at her. "Are you guys planning to frame me, just like Nonaka-san, Susami-san and my sisters did?! Are you telling me to 'take responsibility' just because I saw you girls half-naked, so my time would be wasted with you all?!"
They flinched in fear.
"What? No, that's not it!"
"Yeah, we just wanted to cheer you up."
"We thought showing our bodies to you would make you feel better."
"I mean, guys like that, right? But we only showed ourselves to you."
"I told you that you have our permission, Kinoshita-kun."
"You don't have to be cautious of us."
"We swear we weren't setting you up."
"Yeah, we know what we were doing a while ago, so you don't need to necessarily expect us."
"But we never thought that made you upset, Kinoshita-kun."
I refuse to believe them, even I have their consent. But they can't fool me, I know their tricks.
"Nice try! You all were planning to report this to Shinohara-sensei, weren't you?"
The girls trembled.
"No, we won't! We swear!"
I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever! If you girls do it again…" I narrowed my eyes at them. "…you know what will happen!"
I let the threat hang in the air. They thought what I meant, causing them to tremble more in fear.
"I'm sorry!"
"I'm so sorry, Kinoshita-kun!"
"We won't do it again."
"WE'RE SORRY!"
Each of those girls bowed and apologized to me. Of course, as usual, I never forgave them.
Despite being an ecchi fan since I like some fanservice stuff in anime and manga, what happened today with those girls utterly disgusted. At least my male classmates aren't aware that incident.
Later that night after dinner with the landlady, I stared at the three new envelopes, still debating whether to read them or not. Would they be invitations to meet behind the gym? On the rooftop?
No! I don't want to be reminded of my former girlfriend Nonaka-san who confessed and cheated on me in the same place. If I rejected those girls who sent me the letters, they should understand my feelings, not to mention they were involved in the torment under Susami-san's orders.
"I still can't read them." I muttered.
Deciding not to open those envelopes, I hid them in the cabinet alongside the first one. I hoped no more letters would come tomorrow.
Or so I thought…
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Everything Backfires isn't over yet. As you notice about Youjin, he still never trusts everyone! But... I'm sure some of you didn't expect a surprise: THE FANSERVICE on the last part of this chapter!
Anyway, like Youjin, I also do push-ups every day (so far, up to 20 counts per set, one to four sets a day), despite I'm fat but my arms and legs are quite muscular. That's one of the facts about me, the author!
PS: STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER!