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Let it be known that Kazutora Hanemiya would never leave his gang, his family , of his own free will. Unluckily for him, his mother was a piece of shit (even if she was ‘better than his father’), who decided that in his first year of high school they would be moving to small town Makochi and he’d be attending Furin High School. And it wasn’t because she was worried about her son being known as a delinquent, as Makochi was known to be home to the worst of the worst. Furin was known as a school of delinquents, and she was sending him straight there with a smile.
No, she always had two overall goals; to make her life easier while also trying to make her sons harder.
Ever since that day where he faltered on who to choose, his mother or his father, his mother has held resentment towards him. He never blamed her for being upset that he faltered, however he would forever blame her for the actions she took afterwards and the way she decided to treat him.
That ultimatum had scared him, with the sudden silence and the way she had looked at him. He’d frozen up, so confused and scared, and she had taken that as rejection. Nothing he could do or say would ever change her mind from that moment onwards.
His father went to jail, his mother was a stranger in the house who paid for his living expenses, and Kazu had spent more time crashing with his boyfriends than he did actually seeing her. Until she decided to move them, and refused to let him stay in Shibuya, stating they could finally ‘be a family’.
The look in her eyes when she said that was half assed at best .
Telling the gang, his family , had to be the worst thing that ever happened to him. He promised to stay in touch and visit and vice versa, but it was different. Of course he would always rep the Tokyo Manji Gang for the rest of his life, but he wouldn't get to be there with them everyday. Plus he was leaving his boyfriends alone in another city, which hurt like a motherfucker. Chifuyu and Baji were his , even more than they were Mikey’s, and he couldn’t be there with him.
Moving is hell on earth. He doesn’t have too many belongings, most of them being trinkets and gifts from others, his clothes, and then anything related to the gang he kept. That old charm from the day that started it all, his gang uniforms, a flag they gave him during his last official meeting, etc. Plus his motorcycle, of course. His mother had never approved, but it was the one thing he was allowed to keep as Chifuyu had convinced her to let him. She loved his ‘best friends’ more than him, which the trio took advantage of when they could.
The place is smaller than their old one, this one meant for only 2 people instead of 3. His room is about the same size, and he spends the whole first day arranging everything in a way that reminds him of home. His house might’ve been cold and dead, but his room had always felt warm, as everything in it had reminded him of his family. As soon as that’s done, he pops out to get dinner and then spends the rest of the night on call with his boyfriends. Hearing their voices soothes him and his worries about the new school year.
Kazutora knew he was strong. That was a fact of life. He had street smarts and the strength to pack up his hits, as well as enough time spent practicing with others (against their will or not) to know he could survive. However the air in Makochi felt… different. It didn’t feel like the air of a delinquent run town, and there had been something on the sign when they entered that had confused him.
Something was different here, and he didn’t like it. If the rumors were true, he knew what to expect. And if they weren’t then he was in another gang's territory against his will. He would be eaten alive, surely.
He’s so stressed that the day before school starts he dyes his hair again. He was going to leave it dark, since the color had faded pretty nicely, but he had the bleach and dye as well as off the charts stress levels, so he just… did it. And then he hopped on his motorcycle and rode it out of town, only getting back when it was so dark the stars were visible in every direction. He doesn’t care if he’s waking his mum up, making his way to his room and being as loud as he needs to be. His new school uniform is laid out on his bed neatly when he turns the light on, which irks him.
He shoves the coat into a corner in the back of his closet, a scowl on his face. He’ll wear the pants, but he refuses to wear the top. He’s not Furin . He belonged to no one except Mikey.
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Akihiko is knowledgeable on a lot of things. Everything he knows is learned through hard work, memorization, and scribbling it down in his Top Secret notebook. He knew at least a little bit about most of the popular delinquents in Makochi, especially in his year. It was always exciting to learn, to know and be able to recognize them, like Hayato Suo and Kyotaro Sugishita. And even if Sakura’s the newcomer in town, he’s pumped and excited to learn more about him, as he’s so cool and amazing!
He prides himself in his knowledge, and the fact that he’d done his research on each and every kid in his class.
“This class 1-1?” A new kid asks as he enters, a bored look on his face.
Akihiko jumps, surprised. He does not recognize this newcomer. That rules him out as Makochi right away, which leads him to the conclusion that he’s another student from out of town. And he has to be a student, because even if he lacks the Bofurin jacket he’s wearing the school uniform pants. He’s wearing a white shirt, akin to them all, but his jacket is a dark black with gold accents. Akihiko spots a tattoo on the patch of his neck he can see from where he is, reminding him of a… lion?
No. It’s a tiger.
“What’s it to you, huh?” Sakura asks, his hackles raised again.
“Kind of required to attend school,” the guy replies, seemingly unbothered. There’s a chilly air around the guy, sharp and crisp. Not mean, not yet , but… nippy.
“Who are you?” Akihiko speaks up, lowkey mesmerized. This guy was so cool! The aura, the way he held himself, the mysterious air!
He had to learn more .
“Kazutora Hanemiya, pleased to meet you,” he replies with a smirk, rubbing the side of his neck without the tattoo.
A spark of recognition flashes in his brain at the name, but Akihiko can’t place it. He observes a few of the others, and notices how tense Suo is compared to two seconds ago, as well as how Mitsuki Kiryu ( the Mitsuki Kiryu!!! ) has gone a bit rigid, his casual air dropped just a bit.
Who was this guy?