For the first time—
they feared.
Asahi stood still.
Bare-chested.
Veins glowing faintly under skin tight with fury.
His voice, cold and final:
"No rules."
"All of you at once."
He smiled.
"Let's fight… until someone dies."
Silence.
A breath.
Then—
"RAAAAAH!!!"
One of the bullies screamed, charging forward.
The others followed—too loud, too confident.
But Asahi—
Saw them all.
In slow motion.
He took a single step forward.
His grin didn't belong to a boy anymore.
It belonged to a thing—
A beast born from fire, blood, and shattered timelines.
The bullies shouted as they charged:
"What does this freak think he is, huh?"
"Tch—he's bluffing!"
"Let's break him!"
They laughed.
Until—
Asahi's heart started beating faster.
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
His vision narrowed.
His skin twitched.
Bully 1 rushed forward at inhuman speed, launching a vicious punch straight for Asahi's face.
To anyone else—it was too fast to react.
But Asahi saw it clearly.
Like watching rain fall, frame by frame.
He smiled.
Snap.
He caught the punch.
Effortlessly.
"Huh?!"
Bully 1 didn't have time to scream.
Asahi twisted—his body turning fast—
And SLAMMED the bully's head straight into the floor behind him using his full back strength.
CRACK.
Teeth scattered on the ground like glass.
Blood splattered.
The boy twitched once.
Then stopped.
The other bullies froze.
Their mouths dry.
Eyes wide.
"Uhhh… e-everyone… GO!"
"Don't let this f*cker leave alive!"
They screamed, charging again.
From across the class, one student pointed at Asahi.
Voice trembling.
"H-Hey… look at his chest!"
Anari turned.
"Huh—?"
Her breath caught.
Asahi's chest—
It was bulging.
Something inside was pulsing.
Moving.
Beating.
Like there was a second heart beneath his skin.
What… is that?
Asahi twitched.
Then—
"ARARARARARARARARARA!!!"
He screamed like his body was rejecting itself.
The sound echoed across the room like the shriek of a god gone mad.
He moved.
One bully lunged.
Asahi caught his neck with one hand—
Lifted him off the ground like paper.
The boy kicked and clawed, choking.
Then—
BAM!
Another bully punched Asahi in the face from the side.
Asahi's head snapped back.
He paused.
Then slowly turned his face toward him—expressionless.
He spit.
Right into the bully's face.
The boy staggered back, disgusted.
Asahi smiled.
Then lunged forward—
BAM.
A headbutt.
Bone cracked.
The bully dropped, screaming, his nose shattered.
Asahi didn't stop.
He crushed the neck of the one still dangling in his grip—
Then tossed his limp body aside like garbage.
Another scream.
A pencil.
One of the bullies—desperate—stabbed a sharp pencil deep into Asahi's back.
STAB.
Asahi froze.
His breath hitched.
Blood trickled down his spine.
His grip loosened.
He dropped the body in his hand.
Another scream.
A pencil.
One of the bullies—desperate, trembling—stabbed a sharp pencil straight into Asahi's back.
STAB.
Asahi froze.
His breath hitched.
Blood ran down his spine like ink across a dying canvas.
His grip loosened.
The body in his hand dropped to the floor.
And then—
Another stab.
A second one.
Deeper. Crueler.
Asahi stumbled forward, breathless.
His hand clutched his chest—
Tight.
Convulsing.
As if his heart had been lit on fire.
"Agh…" he whispered, eyes shaking.
He looked up.
Across the room, one of the bullies dragged away the boy whose teeth had shattered earlier.
The one Asahi had crushed into the floor.
Alive?
Dead?
Did it even matter anymore?
From the side—
"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
Anari's voice cracked the air, but it felt so far away.
Asahi didn't answer.
He stood there—
Bloodied.
Breathing like glass.
His hand still pressed to his chest…
Like something inside was about to burst.
And then—
He vanished.
FLASH.
Too fast to see.
Too smooth to track.
He reappeared behind the bully.
Grip—tight.
He grabbed the boy's head.
The bully's body went limp.
Silent.
Still.
The others froze.
"Huh…?"
"What the hell just—?"
The bully turned.
Face expressionless.
But eyes… twisted.
He was being controlled.
"YOU F*CKERS…" he growled.
"COME."
He pointed at the others—
And smiled.
"What are you doing, idiot?!"
The possessed bully lunged at his own friends—swinging wildly, clawing, screaming.
Chaos exploded.
Anari just stood there.
Frozen.
Unable to breathe.
Unable to blink.
What… is happening…?
And then—
Asahi moved again.
He dashed forward.
Fast.
Too fast.
THWACK.
A clean punch to the possessed bully's neck.
CRACK.
The body dropped instantly.
"One," Asahi whispered—
Cold. Distant.
He moved again.
Toward the next.
The boy screamed—raised his hands in defense.
Too late.
Asahi raised a finger.
"REPEL."
BOOM.
The boy's head slammed back into the wall—
The sound echoed like thunder.
"Two."
Next.
No hesitation.
No humanity.
Asahi took a pencil from the ground—
And stabbed it directly into a boy's eye.
Squelch.
A scream tore through the room.
Blood sprayed across desks.
"Three."
Only one left.
Bully 5.
The leader.
"H-Hey… HEY!!"
He backed away.
Crawling on the floor.
Tears in his eyes.
"Don't—! STOP!!"
"ASAHI!!!"
Anari's voice ripped through the noise.
She took a step forward—
But it was too late.
Asahi moved.
Fast.
And with one twist—
SNAP.
The boy's neck bent unnaturally.
He collapsed.
Silent.
Lifeless.
The classroom erupted.
Screams.
Students ran out the door, tripping over chairs and backpacks.
One girl fainted.
Someone threw up.
The floor was slick with blood and panic.
Anari stood frozen.
Cold.
Empty.
Like her soul had been yanked out of her body.
She couldn't move.
Couldn't breathe.
Couldn't believe.
This wasn't Asahi.
This wasn't… the boy she laughed with.
This was something else.
Asahi turned.
He looked at her.
Blood dripping from his hands.
His chest still twitching like something was trying to crawl out.
His mouth opened—
A small smile.
Tears fell.
"Anari…" he mouthed.
And then—
He walked past her.
Slow. Quiet.
She reached out—
Stopped halfway.
Even she—
Was afraid.
The hallway was chaos.
Teachers screamed and ran.
Alarms blared.
Police sirens echoed from outside.
Asahi didn't flinch.
His steps echoed down the corridor.
Each one louder than the last.
He walked straight out the front doors.
And stopped.
Police cars surrounded him.
Guns raised.
Shouts in every direction.
"GET ON THE GROUND!"
"DROP TO YOUR KNEES!"
"PUT YOUR HANDS UP!"
But Asahi didn't move.
He could barely stand.
His body was trembling.
Bleeding.
Burning.
Every nerve—screaming.
And then—
A figure stepped out.
From the crowd.
From the shadows.
Walking slowly.
Smoothly.
Gracefully.
Toward him.
Asahi looked up.
Eyes barely open.
Heart barely beating.
So tired... I can't even move...
The figure walked closer.
Closer.
Until—
Face to face.
Asahi knew.
He didn't need to ask.
He didn't need to speak.
He just smiled.
Bloody.
Broken.
Unshakeable.
"After a long time, huh?"
Unknown Asahi smiled.
Face to face.
Eye to eye.
Silence.
Asahi leaned forward.
Mouth cracked open.
Voice raw.
Shaky.
Almost whispering.
"You're mine…"
UA smiled.