Housen also wanted to see for himself—this so-called student council president, in front of so many witnesses, could he really do anything to him?
Yukio didn't care in the slightest. "Matsushita, Horikita—take your class and go back."
"Yuki—" Horikita started to say something, but Matsushita stopped her. Matsushita directly had a few girls help out and usher the second-year Class D students who were still lingering during lunch break back to the classroom.
At the same time, Nomura and Komiya understood what Yukio meant and took the initiative to help clear the area, politely sending away the onlookers who'd gathered from Sakayanagi's class and Ichinose's class.
Faced with Yukio's class moving this forcefully, the other students naturally didn't argue. After all, they'd been out viewing the cherry blossoms together just a few days ago—there was no need to offend Yukio over a guy like Housen.
"You—!" Housen watched the second-years peel away one after another, until only Yukio's people remained, closing in to form a heavy ring around him.
The harshness in Housen's face grew deeper and deeper. He stared at Yukio without blinking, already bracing himself to fight like a cornered beast.
So what if it's a gang-up? Bring it on! I'll just lock onto Yukio and beat him to hell!
"Yukio-senpai, right? What exactly are you trying to—?!" Nanase tried to step in again, but Yukio had already moved.
Housen didn't even have time to react before Yukio's kick flashed in like lightning and smashed into the side of his knee. His right leg instantly went numb with a sour, dead ache, and he nearly dropped to one knee in front of Yukio.
"You motherf—!" Housen's rage exploded, his eyes turning bloodshot. He cursed as he tried to counterattack—
But he was nowhere near Yukio's level.
His heavy punch got thrown with force, yet Yukio deflected it cleanly with technique, slipping it aside so it hit nothing but air.
And right as Housen's overextended fist couldn't retract in time, Yukio seized the opening—both hands clamped onto Housen's right arm, then twisted, cranked, and shoved!
A dull, heavy grunt thundered through the hallway.
His entire arm went dead in an instant.
Dislocated?! Back during the Project Selection Special Exam, even Ryuuen could dislocate someone's wrist with a handshake game. For Yukio, this was even less of a challenge.
And it was the best way to strip Housen of his ability to resist.
"Yukio-senpai!" Seeing that, Nanase finally lost her composure. She stepped forward two paces to try to stop him—only to be blocked by Ryuuen and Ishizaki.
Just as Nanase was about to argue with Ryuuen, Yukio took advantage of Housen's momentary shock from the pain and dislocated his other arm too!
A dislocated arm was easy to set back in place—but the key was, Yukio didn't give him that chance. He left Housen completely helpless, pinned under the double agony.
Housen could only glare with those bloodshot eyes, teeth grinding so hard it looked like he was biting down on blood, mouth split open as if—even if he got beaten down—he'd still tear a chunk out of Yukio.
Too bad Yukio didn't give him any room to act.
After crippling most of Housen's ability to strike back, Yukio pivoted lightly, slipping around and dodging Housen's lunge to bite.
Then he grabbed that brownish-green spiked-up hair, clamped a hand on the back of Housen's head, and slammed him into the hallway wall with savage force!
THUD!
Just hearing it made Yukio's people's teeth ache. They all shuddered, and even someone like Ryuuen couldn't help his face turning a little ugly.
The scene forced them to remember last year—opening day, when Ryuuen had stirred up class conflict, trying to unify the entire class through violence.
Only to be crushed by Yukio's even greater violence.
That was how the class had slowly become what it was now. Over the past year, Yukio's constant clever moves had made them gradually forget how brutal and vicious he truly was.
Not until the third day of this new school year did it slam back into their memories—their Yukio-bro… was the most ruthless, most savage existence among them.
When Housen's face finally peeled away from the wall, the dust smeared across it, the blood spilling from his mouth and nose, the bruising swelling up dark—he looked downright miserable.
"Y-You… you just wait, I'll—!" Housen snapped out of the face-first impact and instinctively tried to spit out a threat.
What he got instead was Yukio yanking his forehead and ramming him into the wall again.
THUD!
"I won't let you o—!"
THUD! THUD!
This time it was two hits in a row. Two yellowish, grimy teeth even dropped onto the floor.
"Y-You'll d—!" Housen was already talking through a whistle, air leaking out of his mouth.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
"..." He learned fast. Housen understood that if he kept talking tough, all he'd get was another wall slam. But inside, he was still snarling—this student council president… I'll find a way to get revenge!
THUD! THUD!
When his face left the wall again, Housen was horrified.
Are you kidding me?! I didn't even say anything that time! And you're still smashing me into the wall?!
It hurt—his nose bridge… it felt like it had caved in.
THUD! THUD!
Yukio's expression didn't change. It was like he couldn't hear Housen at all—like he was operating on a fixed rhythm, again and again, driving Housen's head into the wall.
Only when that violent urge inside him finally dispersed did Yukio casually fling him away.
BAM!
Housen's head smashed into the floor. By the time he lay there, he was barely breathing—more air going out than coming in.
His whole face was a mess of blood and grime; you couldn't even make out what he looked like anymore. Whether he'd passed out from pain or was playing dead, no one could tell.
Ryuuen wore a look of "just as expected." Ishizaki, on the other hand, was practically thrilled—like he'd been the one who abused Housen himself. "That's it? That's it?! And you still dared to provoke Yukio-bro? I thought you first-years were supposed to be something special!"
That was when Nanase snapped awake from Ishizaki's jeering. She no longer stood there mute, overwhelmed by Yukio's terrifying wall-slamming. She took a breath, steadied herself, and spoke carefully.
"Yukio-senpai… even if, even if you're the student council president, you can't treat a student like this, can you?"
Yukio casually dusted off his hands, then even pulled out a handkerchief and wiped them. "Albert, Nomura—carry this idiot to the infirmary."
After giving the order, he put the handkerchief away and turned back to Nanase.
"I only defended myself and counterattacked. Everyone saw it—he was the dumbass who swung at me first."
Nomura and the others watching immediately nodded like their lives depended on it.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah! I'll vouch for Aniki—first-year swung first!"
"That's right! Aniki was just acting in self-defense!"
"But…" Nanase's expression grew complicated. It was true Housen struck first. And as for accusing Yukio of going too far… she couldn't bring herself to say it out loud.
Because she couldn't lie to herself either—if Housen had gained the upper hand, then it would've been the senpai who got wrecked this time. She couldn't be a hypocrite and say only Housen was allowed to hit people while the senpai weren't allowed to fight back.
Right as her thoughts tangled in conflict, Yukio smoothly finished the rest for her. "But—you want to say, if Housen's injuries are too serious, it'll affect that thing, right?"
"Huh?" Nanase went pale—more shaken than when she'd watched Housen get brutalized face-first into the wall.
Yukio-senpai knew about the plan?! Did Director Tsukishiro tell him? Or had this senpai already noticed…?!
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