Chapter 7:Alpha and Outcast ( part 1)
Renjiro Hoshino was floating.
He couldn't hear the chaotic noise of the canteen anymore.
Around him, the cafeteria was its usual warzone—plastic trays clattering against tables, chairs scraping against the floor, and the overlapping shouts of hundreds of high schoolers.
But to Renjiro, it had all faded into a dull, distant static.
He didn't notice the terrified stares of the bullies sitting two tables away.
Completely captivated by the illusion of Meiko's soft, beautiful eyes, the heavy dread in his stomach had melted into a foolish, overwhelming warmth.
He sat across from her, his thick fingers nervously fidgeting under the table.
He kept glancing at the mango juice he had just bought for her, a genuine, unguarded smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
She actually asked me to sit with her, he thought.
It was such a small, ordinary thing,
but for a guy who had spent years as the school's invisible punching bag,
it felt monumental.
He finally felt like a human being.
He was so caught up in this fragile dream that he had no idea that right behind him, the true nightmare of Hakuho Academy had arrived.
The monster who never got angry. The monster who always smiled.
Akuro Yoshibe didn't announce his presence.
He didn't yell or kick chairs like the lower-tier thugs.
He simply walked. Moving slowly down the central aisle, his pristine white sneakers made barely a sound, approaching
Renjiro's back with the casual pace of a boy who knew he owned the entire room.
The noise in the canteen died like a cold wave passing through the room.
First, the guys sitting near the main doors just stopped talking.
They lowered their heads, stared at their lunch trays, and avoided making eye contact.
Then the silence crept forward.
Table by table, row by row, the chaotic roar of hundreds of teenagers just vanished.
Within ten seconds, the massive hall was completely dead.
The heavy afternoon heat was suddenly replaced by a sharp, suffocating tension.
The sea of students parted, clearing a wide path.
Down the middle of the aisle, Akuro Yoshibe walked at his own pace.
There was no rush in his step.
No exaggerated thug-like swagger.
He was six feet tall, lean, and tightly built—the kind of muscle that didn't look bulky but hid explosive power.
He wore his signature white leather jacket.
In a school where every delinquent and gang member wore pitch black to look tough,
Akuro's white jacket was a quiet statement of untouchable power.
On the back of the jacket was a large black emblem: a broken circle with a jagged claw mark inside. Beneath it, in sharp
Gothic letters, read his empire's name: 'BLACK BLAZERS'.
Under the harsh cafeteria lights, his appearance came into full view.
He had a layered wolf cut, slightly long at the nape.
The base color was a flawless cream, but it carried a soft purple tint that shifted subtly under the light.
It was the kind of pretty-boy aesthetic that instantly made people lower their guard.
But his face told a completely different story.
His narrow, striking cyan eyes were beautiful, but totally empty. There was no warmth in them, no hint of humanity.
Just the calm, dead stare of a predator watching its prey.
And across his sharp jawline rested that constant, gentle smile.
Trailing just behind him in a 'V' formation were his top three commanders.
Kenchon, with his heavily scarred face, chuckling quietly to himself.
Daizen Mori, tall and lanky, aggressively gnawing on his thumbnail as he scanned the crowd with hungry eyes.
And Toma Kagetsu, standing completely stiff, walking with the dead-eyed precision of an executioner.
Dressed entirely in black, they only made Akuro's white jacket stand out even more.
The only sound left in the massive hall was the soft 'kots... kots... kots...' of Akuro's white sneakers gently tapping against the ceramic tiles.
The footsteps finally stopped right behind Renjiro's chair.
Akuro calmly pulled his right hand from his pocket.
He placed it lightly on the wooden surface of their table and leaned in.
"Hello, Meiko," he said. His voice was low and smooth, completely free of any tension.
It sounded like a casual, intimate greeting between two lovers meeting for lunch.
Then, at an agonizingly slow pace, his dead cyan eyes shifted away from her and locked onto Renjiro's heavy, sweating frame.
His cheerful smile widened by just a fraction of an inch.
"Who is this fat guy taking up so much space with you?" Akuro asked pleasantly.
Renjiro's heart stopped.
The warm, hopeful feeling in his chest instantly turned to ice.
Every survival instinct buried deep in his DNA was screaming at him to get up, run, or beg for his life.
But his mind was still so clouded by the lingering illusion of Meiko's warmth that he couldn't process the danger.
He swallowed hard, trying to push down the massive lump in his throat.
He actually puffed out his chest a little, stupidly thinking he needed to protect the girl who had just called him kind.
"M-My name is Renjiro,"
he stammered, his heavy voice shaking uncontrollably.
"I am Meiko's—"
Before the word 'friend' could even leave his mouth, the trap snapped shut.
Meiko's demeanor flipped like a switch.
The sweet, angelic girl vanished.
She violently threw her upper body backward, causing her chair to scrape harshly against the floor tiles.
Wrapping her arms tightly around herself, she began to tremble as if she were freezing.
Flawless, glittering tears spilled from her red eyes, rolling down her pale cheeks like a genuinely traumatized victim.
Look at his pathetic face,
Meiko thought behind her crying eyes, a dark thrill racing through her.
He actually thought a pig like him could sit with me.
"He's just a classmate!"
Meiko sobbed, making sure her voice was loud enough to carry across the dead-silent canteen.
"Akuro, he has been following me all morning!
I don't even know him!
He forced his way onto my table! I tried to be nice so he would leave, but he wouldn't!
He's been saying disgusting, creepy things to me this whole time!"
Renjiro completely froze.
His brain simply short-circuited.
The edges of the room blurred into static, and the world began to spin.
"What?" Renjiro whispered.
The fake bravery was entirely gone, his voice cracking.
He stared at her, his eyes wide with horror.
"Meiko... what are you saying?
In the classroom... holding my hand... was it all a lie?
Did you just want to make a joke out of me?"
Akuro chuckled. It was a dark, rich sound that sent a quiet shiver through the room.
He took one slow, deliberate step forward, crossing right into Renjiro's personal space.
His tall, imposing shadow completely swallowed Renjiro's trembling, sweating frame.
"Hello, fatso," Akuro interrupted. His voice dropped to an intimate whisper.
It was so quiet only Renjiro and Meiko could hear it clearly, yet it carried the devastating weight of a thunderclap.
"Why are you barking so much?
Has no one ever taught you the fundamental rules of this world?"
Akuro tilted his head. His dead cyan eyes stared straight through Renjiro, methodically stripping away whatever dignity the boy had left.
"You actually thought she looked at you with love?"
Akuro asked, his gentle smile never fading.
"A predator doesn't love the pig, Renjiro.
It just gently pets it before leading it to the slaughterhouse. When a powerful Alpha is speaking,"
Akuro continued,
"you keep your ugly, fat mouth completely shut, and you listen quietly."
Renjiro started to hyperventilate.
Thick drops of sweat rolled down his forehead, stinging his eyes and soaking the collar of his uniform.
The fear, the confusion, and the heartbreak pressed down on his chest so hard he felt his lungs collapsing.
Akuro leaned in just a fraction closer.
"Garbage belongs in the bin, Renjiro,"
Akuro whispered.
"Look at yourself.
You are a disgusting, sweating, one-hundred-kilogram piece of trash.
How did a pathetic creature like you ever, even for a single second, think you had the right to sit at the same table as a queen?"
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