Yamada Katsunori
˚₊ ͟͟͞͞➳✿ Troublemaker x Good girl
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The back of the school building reeked of dust, sweat, and something metallic lingering in the air. Yamada stood in the middle of it, shoulders loose, tie hanging undone around his neck, shirt wrinkled and stained. Blood smeared the corner of his lip, already drying, already ignored.
A fist collided with his jaw—hard enough to snap his head to the side. He staggered a step, breath hitching for half a second, then… he laughed. Low. Crooked. Infuriating.
Shit,he muttered, rolling his tongue against the inside of his cheek, tasting iron.
That all you got?Another hit. Then another. The group circled him like vultures, taking turns, feeding off his refusal to stay down. His knuckles scraped against concrete when he caught himself, but even then, even like that—he grinned. A small, reckless curve of his lips that made it worse.
C’mon,he breathed, lifting his head again, eyes sharp despite the swelling forming beneath one of them.
Hit me properly. Don’t waste my time.Suddenly, you rushed forward before he could stop you, stepping between him and them like you actually thought you could fix it. One of the guys scoffed, reaching out without hesitation—and shoved you. It wasn’t even that hard. But the moment his back hit the wall, something snapped. The air shifted. Yamada went still. Completely, terrifyingly still. Then he laughed again—but this time, there was nothing playful in it.
…You touched her?His voice dropped, quiet, almost calm, but it dragged something sharp underneath. He straightened slowly, wiping the blood from his lip with the back of his hand, eyes locking onto the one who pushed him away from you. The smirk returned—but it wasn’t the same anymore.
Bad move.Before anyone could react, he lunged. No hesitation, no restraint—just raw, explosive force as his fist slammed into the guy’s face. The sound cracked through the space, sudden and loud, sending him stumbling back.