Anti-NTR Man: Tomboy Sister Bully

[Author here, tried not to overthink this. Hope you enjoy!]

Quietly, Yuuto followed behind his homeroom teacher, who couldn't shake the uneasy feeling crawling up his spine.

The teacher kept glancing back, as if expecting something sinister to happen. It was as though he felt a thousand tiny needles pricking his skin, though Yuuto was too far away to touch him.

'... Tch, what's with this kid?' the teacher thought, suppressing a shiver. 'Creepy bastard. Can't wait for him to just off himself.' With a forced smile, he opened the classroom door and gave Yuuto a sharp glare, signaling him to enter.

As Yuuto stepped in, the room fell silent. Every student's gaze locked onto him, their stares filled with contempt. The teacher's lips curled ever so slightly. The silent tension seemed to thrill him.

'I think I can safely leave him to these kids... Maybe they'll actually get him to slit his wrists. Heh, and then I'll be the one consoling his hot mom and fuck her brains ou—' His thoughts were interrupted when Yuuto brushed against him while entering.

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE WALKING, YOU TRASH!!" the homeroom teacher barked, his voice echoing off the walls. Yuuto froze mid-step, his foot just inside the classroom.

Murmurs rose among the students. "Punching bag's back," they whispered, barely hiding their sneers.

"WELL, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? GO BACK TO YOUR SEAT, YOU PIECE OF GARBAGE!" the teacher shouted again, his eyes gleaming with twisted delight. Turning to the substitute, he added, "Teacher, since you've started, I trust you'll finish this lesson."

The substitute nodded. "Yes, don't worry."

Yuuto began the walk to his seat, his head down, the eyes of the entire room burning into his back. The whispers grew louder, more malicious, as he neared his desk.

"Let's fucking kill him..." one student muttered, just loud enough for Yuuto to hear.

"Thinks he's special 'cause he's got a hot sister and a milf of a mom..." another added, snickering. "I bet Yuuno will fill his mom with—"

Yuuto's steps remained steady, but his fingers curled ever so slightly into fists. 

'Not yet... Hold it together. You'll get there soon.' Yuuto assured himself.

The group snickered, feeding off each other's venom, but Yuuto relaxed himself, his eyes still cast downward.

"This fucker," one whispered angrily, watching Yuuto pass without so much as a glance. The student's fists tightened. "Doesn't even acknowledge us. Like he's too good or something."

"Yeah, notice where you're fucking going," another hissed, his voice filled with bitterness. "Nobody's ever going to feel sorry for you, you trash. If anyone deserves to have their family taken from them, it's you—"

Yuuto continued on, ignoring the venomous words. His steps never faltered.

"Is he just going to walk by us like we're nothing?!" one student whispered furiously, his hand shaking as if it might lash out.

"He's scared shitless," another sneered. "He's so hated, look—no one even cares. Not one person gives a damn about him. He's all alone..." One echoed.

As if on cue, one of them slammed his fist into Yuuto's shoulder powerfully. "Watch where you're going, FREAK." he snarled. The punch was hard, but Yuuto's reaction was absent. He kept moving, his head still down.

"Did he just... fucking ignore me?!" The student's voice wavered.

"Forget about that, look; even the teacher's not saying a word," the other chimed in. "Not even the teacher's gonna stop you from beating him down."

Suddenly, the teacher's voice sliced through the tension. "YUUTO!" he shouted, the authority in his tone finally breaking the murmurs. Yuuto stopped, his head slowly rising to meet the teacher's gaze.

"I SAW YOU BUMPING INTO HIM! APOLOGIZE THIS INSTANT, OR YOU'RE OUT OF THIS LESSON!" The teacher's eyes bore into Yuuto.

Yuuto turned, his expression unreadable. He met the eyes of the student who hit him. "... Sorry," he said flatly, his voice devoid of emotion. "It was a mistake."

'Hold it together... Not yet... Not yet...' Yuuto thought to himself as he looked at the student.

A paper ball hit the back of his head, and the room erupted in quiet giggles. No reaction. He kept his gaze affixed on the student he had apologized to.

... Inhale...

... Exhale.

'W-what's with that look...!?' The student thought, narrowing his eyes at Yuuto, finding it difficult to meet his gaze. "Didn't you hear me...? I said I'm sorry." Yuuto said; causing the student to flinch.

"Take your seat now, Mr. Sakurai!" the teacher commanded.

Yuuto then quietly turned and went to sit at his table, and while the glares stayed on him, the lesson continued.

"The fuck... Was that about..!? FREAK.." The student who punched him murmured to himself.

"... Turn to page 54," the teacher instructed. The lesson was math.

Yuuto bent down to pull his book from beneath the desk, only to find it torn, smeared with spit and snot, scribbled on, and slightly burnt.

The students looked around, waiting for his reaction as they giggled. Yet Yuuto calmly opened the book and turned to the approximate location of page 54. He couldn't really tell, since most of the book was damaged.

'Calm down... Just a little bit more. It's just math anyway... I can rewrite the book myself and make it better.' He thought as he dug his fingernails into his palm skin, bleeding a little.

Their giggling stopped, replaced by frustration as the lesson carried on; when they saw he wasn't reacting strongly to it.

Twenty minutes passed. And as they were doing exercises, Yuuto placed a certain object on his worn and torn book, now stained with his blood as he used his palm to open it. It was a stained wallet.

Yuuto's gaze grew cold as he discreetly opened the wallet, looking inside.

It wasn't just any wallet. It belonged to the homeroom teacher. Yuuto pickpocketed it as he bumped into him earlier.

But while Yuuto could have used the cash inside...

... That wasn't what he was interested in.

'... Homeroom Teacher's information obtained.' He thought as he scrutinized several certain pictures, the id... And his home address.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the lesson. Yuuto sat still, his eyes narrowing slightly as he packed his things slowly, deliberately. 

'... Just a little longer...' Yuuto thought to himself, taking another deep breath.

His fingers brushed against the wallet, and he discreetly tossed it out the window into the bushes below.

As he rose from his seat, the classroom buzzed with quiet, mocking whispers. The students around him exchanged glances, snickering under their breath, waiting.

"Lol, it's like he wants to get beaten up..." one of the students muttered, watching Yuuto make his way toward the door.

They had been waiting for this.

After all, Yuuno wasn't the only one bullying him, even before the allegations. He's just the centerpiece, but there were more... And today, they intended to do a lot worse; as they knew that no one will stand by him. He has no back to rely on... 

... He's all alone. Like a perfect toy you can beat up in a boxing gym as you laugh with your friends, venting out your pent up anger.

Three of them, the ones who never missed a chance to harass him, slipped out behind him. They moved casually, exchanging knowing looks with other students in the hallway; if a neutral passerby saw it, they would think other students are looking at them with awe. As Yuuto walked down the corridor toward the bathroom, he could hear their footsteps close behind. They were closing in.

"Finally gonna get his..." one student grinned, elbowing another as they trailed behind Yuuto.

"Yeah, Yuuno didn't beat him hard enough if you ask me," another one laughed. The rest of the students walking by glanced at the trio, some smirking knowingly

'Let's go...!' They all thought enthusiastically; while others looked away indifferently. Everyone seemed to understand what was about to happen. They shared looks, looking at them as if they were heroes out to take out a villain as they walked behind him. They made it obvious, and flaunted themselves.

"Send pics after you're done <3" A girl whispered as she passed by one of them. "Do that, I'll introduce you to my friends~" She said, causing a shiver down the bully's spine as he blushed, feeling more fueled than ever to beat Yuuto up.

"Let's kill him...!" He murmured to his 2 friends.

"I'm almost there..." Yuuto told himself as the school became nothing but an echo around him. A ringing in his ears.

Yuuto turned the corner and pushed open the door to the boys' restroom. The fluorescent lights flickered faintly, casting a dim glow over the dingy tiles. He stepped inside and let the door swing shut behind him, not even making the effort to slam it.

Outside, the three students waited a moment before exchanging glances. "It's like he's asking for it," one muttered with a smirk, shaking his head. "He didn't even try to RUN."

The leader of the group glanced around the hallway, ensuring no teachers were nearby, before jerking his head toward the door. "Let's go."

Although they were almost certain that even if there were teachers...

... They'd agree to this.

They entered the restroom, their footsteps echoing off the walls as they formed a circle around Yuuto, who was standing by the sink, his back to them.

'Finally...' Yuuto's shoulder's lessened.

'I'm finally here... Ahh... I wasn't sure I was going to make it..'

"Hey, trash," One of them sneered, stepping closer. "You really think ignoring us makes you safe?"

Yuuto didn't move, didn't even flinch, his gaze still fixed on the reflection in the dirty mirror.

'Finally, things are turning out my way...' Yuuto thought as he looked up to the ceiling, feeling relief and warmth spread through his body, as if he just shot up a dose of heroin up his veins.

The others moved in closer, the air growing thick with tension. Another one cracked his knuckles with a grin. "This is gonna be fun. Like old times. Too bad your mom and sister are probably too busy sucking Yuuno's dick to even care what's happening to you," One said.

"For real. She has to be fucking him behind his back or something. If my mom saw something like that happening to me, she'd be suing the whole school," another sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "Just goes to show..." He said as he drew near.

"... What kind of a shitty family you have. Really, I'd have killed myself if I were you," Another one lightly joked. "But jeez, I guess you just need our help to get there... Like old times."

One of them shoved Yuuto from behind, the same one who punched him back in class, sending him stumbling forward. "Look, YuuYuu," the bully hissed as he draped an arm around Yuuto's neck, pulling him in close. His eyes darted to the side, where a filthy stall door hung crooked. "Your favorite drinking spot, right?" He sneered, his breath hot against Yuuto's ear.

Yuuto glanced at the stall, his expression unreadable. 'I see. So that's what they did to the old Yuuto.'

'Also... This is around... The 3rd time I was called a woman beater. Why does it only happen when I get transmigrated...?' Yuuto wondered.

'Oh well.'

'Not important for now.' He thought as his entire arm twitch, a jolt shooting through his body.

"Say," Yuuto began, his voice steady, "That video of me getting trashed—it's popular, isn't it?"

"Oh?" The bully chuckled, leaning in even more. "What, you suggesting we make a sequel?" They all laughed at the suggestion.

Yuuto's voice dropped, his tone unnervingly calm. "In that video, it's pretty clear... That guy is stronger than me."

A flicker of confusion passed through them. "What?" one of the bullies muttered.

"Yeah, no shit," the one holding Yuuto by the neck scoffed, pressing down harder. "You didn't actually think—"

"And everyone knows I'm the weakest around here," Yuuto continued, his tone cold, detached. "I get beaten up by everyone... right? And that video of my beating just pretty much sealed my fate as the bottom of the food-chain in this school, huh?"

The bully's grip faltered for just a second, a slight tremor running through his arm as Yuuto's words sank in.

"So, let me ask you this..." Yuuto's body tilted ever so slightly, his eyes locking on the bully. "Say you... Just so happened to break every bone in your body..." He growled as he glared at the bully once more, the azure glint in his eyes returning.

"... no one would believe I did it, huh?" He said, his pupils widening as he looked at the bully.

The three gulped as they listened, trying to understand what he means, since either way, he is the one in danger here...

... Right...?

"They'd all think it was someone else... Or... A triple suicide would be more believable than me doing anything to you."

The bully recoiled slightly, his bravado faltering as the weight of Yuuto's words settled in. He forced a laugh, "Man... you're one sick freak, aren't you?" He said as he prepared a punch to be sent at Yuuto's face.

And Yuuto then gave a smirk.

"You..."

Have no idea.

... As he effortlessly avoided the punch. And with a swift motion, Yuuto sidestepped the punch and grabbed the bully's wrist mid-swing, twisting it with precision. The crack echoed through the small bathroom like a gunshot, followed by a howl of agony.

"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" He screeched, causing the other two's blood to curdle as they froze in their spot.

Yuuto chuckled, "I usually don't take pleasure when educating kids..."

"... But for brats like you three, I'll make an exception. I'm in a pretty bad mood today..."

[Freak, by Le-Castle Vania]