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Right in front of everyone—and with the school's hallway cameras rolling—no one expected Housen to suddenly throw hands!
And he was swinging at Yukio, no less!
Ryuuen's eyes went wide. Holy shit, this guy's actually a fearless idiot.
Matsushita and Horikita's expressions tightened. "Don't!"
Ishizaki, Nomura, Komiya, and the others from Yukio's class who had followed out to watch immediately tried to surge forward.
Yukio sighed inwardly. How long has it been since I've seen trash who throws the first punch the moment they disagree?
That palm came in like a gust, closing fast.
To Yukio, it was nothing. He leaned back slightly, lifted his hand—casual on the surface, precise in reality—and snapped a backhand straight into the nerve behind Housen's right elbow joint!
Technique beats brute force.
Housen was huge, sure, but he was still human—this wasn't some one man breaks ten with sheer strength situation. Besides, the actual force output between Yukio and Housen wasn't even that far apart.
That heavy grabbing strike got neutralized with ease. Housen's right arm went numb in an instant, strength draining out completely—and with part of his weight already shifted to the right, he was thrown into an awkward position.
His entire right arm was numb, limp like a noodle. With Housen's brawling experience, he knew he didn't have time to pull back and switch to his left fist. And with his balance leaning right, he couldn't just throw out a kick either.
So he went vicious—using that thicker-than-normal head and slamming down with a headbutt!
Against a steel-dumb meathead who clearly had decent durability, Yukio didn't clash head-on. Clean and sharp, he whipped a side roundhouse—
BOOM!
A brutal force slammed into the side of Housen's head!
Housen stumbled several steps, his head twisting as he slammed into the hallway wall.
In the blink-fast exchange—only a few seconds—everyone finally saw the result. Matsushita and Horikita both let out a breath. Just judging by build alone, they really had worried Yukio might take a loss.
Ryuuen, though, wasn't surprised at all. He knew better than anyone how monster-like Yukio's fighting ability was—Housen's pure street brawling wasn't even close.
"Hah… hahh…" Housen was built like iron. Even after taking that whip-kick, he only held his head with one hand and steadied himself again. "N-Not bad. No wonder you can make Ryuuen be your lackey… but is that it?"
"Housen-kun!"
At that moment, the blonde girl who'd been following him the whole time—Tsubasa Nanase—finally spoke. Her voice was clear, but carried a rigid, by-the-book cadence. "Stop it! Do you even know what you're doing?"
"The hallway is full of school cameras. Starting trouble like this on purpose—there's a real chance the school will punish you."
"I knew that already." Housen didn't care at all. He bared a savage grin. "I'm not blind. I just wanted to play around."
The second those words landed, everyone watching understood exactly how much of a headache this first-year delinquent was.
Nanase still wouldn't let him keep acting like this. "If you keep going, you'll definitely cause us a lot of trouble."
"Housen-kun—if you insist on doing whatever you want… then depending on how things go, I might just announce that thing right here."
"?" Yukio glanced at Nanase.
While the other onlookers were curious what "that thing" even was—something that could actually hold down someone as arrogant and wild as Housen—Yukio had already figured it out.
Nanase meant the plan: a small group of first-years joining Tsukishiro's evaluation, working together to get Ayanokouji expelled.
So that was why Nanase and Housen came to mess with Class D at the start—trying to lure Ayanokouji into a trap.
"Tch." Like he'd genuinely been grabbed by the throat, Housen's expression turned annoyed. "Yeah, yeah, I got it! But Nanase—if you don't meet my expectations, then even if you're a girl, I won't go easy on you."
"That's only natural." Nanase looked like some righteous knight; even under Housen's threat, she didn't flinch.
"Then let's go back. I've had enough fun anyway." He tossed out words that sounded like the end… then at the last second, he had to provoke Yukio and Ryuuen again.
"But…"
"If you two senpai want to team up, don't forget to come beg me, yeah?" He even dragged out the pronunciation of senpai with a mocking laugh—an infuriating tone.
Ishizaki snapped. "You motherf—! This guy's mouth is begging for it!"
"Wait." Yukio ignored Nanase, staring straight at Housen. "You swung first and you think you can just walk away? No price paid?"
Inside him, the brutality and vicious pressure he'd kept suppressed for so long surged again.
"Oh?" Housen's face hardened. "What, you still wanna keep playing—"
"Housen-kun." Nanase stepped in again, stopping him from escalating before turning to Yukio. "Senpai, I'm very sorry. Housen-kun is… impulsive."
"And you did strike back just now. Plus, the hallway is full of cameras… If possible, you also wouldn't want the school to get involved, right?"
For a moment, the second-years fell into an eerie silence, all of them staring at Nanase and Housen.
That only made Housen more irritated—and made Nanase realize something was off.
Why was it that the moment she brought up the school, these upperclassmen looked even more fearless?
Normally, once the school will intervene gets mentioned, people should step back and let it go—why blow things up?
"Hehe." Yukio didn't worry at all. "This isn't about whether I want the school to step in. It's about whether I allow it."
"If I allow it, then the school can intervene. If I don't, what right does the school have to butt in? Unless it's a truly massive, extremely severe incident—every student conflict falls under the student council."
"!" Nanase's deep-blue eyes tightened.
She remembered what Tsukishiro had told the first-years when he summoned them: if possible, don't go provoking Student Council President!
This senpai… was he really Yukio? Damn it. And that student conflicts belong to the student council rule… what a pain.
While Nanase's mind was racing, Yukio had already turned back to Housen.
"You looked pretty happy running your mouth just now."
Matsushita and Horikita both felt their hearts stir. Yeah—Housen had just been mouthing off at them, talking about making Second-year Class D bow their heads and beg to team up. It was infuriating.
Is Yukio-kun… standing up for us?
Matsushita's eyes glittered, a smile tugging at her lips. Even Horikita's icy expression softened slightly, like spring finally returning.
But Housen didn't have that kind of composure. His face darkened—like he'd finally realized he'd kicked a steel plate this time.
"So what do you want?"
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