The rumor spread faster than fire in Ishiyama's garbage-filled hallways: Oga Tatsumi beat up the Red Tails' lieutenants.
By the time Aoi Kunieda stormed across the courtyard, the gossip had already mutated:
"He crushed them with the baby's rattle!"
"No, no, he used the baby as a club!"
"I heard he had his demon like wives hold them down while he laughed!"
None of it made sense, but when had rumors at Ishiyama ever made sense?
Aoi didn't care about the details. She cared about Chiaki and Nene lying bruised in the nurse's office—and the image of Oga's clueless face, smirking at her as if nothing mattered.
She found him exactly where she expected: standing in the middle of the yard, Baby Beel perched happily on his back, Furuichi at his side lecturing him for reasons no one understood.
"OGAAAAA!" Aoi roared, leaping forward like a hawk.
Furuichi yelped. "Oh crap, Kunieda-san looks pissed—Oga, apologize for whatever you did or didn't do right now!"
Oga turned his head lazily, scratching his ear. "Huh?"
That was all the opening Aoi needed. She launched herself with lightning speed, bokuto flashing. "DON'T PLAY DUMB WITH ME!"
Her strike came down like a guillotine—only for Oga to sidestep with maddening ease, balancing Beel like it was second nature. The wooden blade smashed into the ground, leaving a crater where Oga's head had been.
The courtyard shook. Beel squealed in delight: "DA-BOOOO!"
Oga raised a brow. "...Oi. What's your problem, Queenie?"
"My problem?!" Aoi's face burned red as she swung again, this time in furious rapid strikes. "You dare hurt my friends, and then you pretend you don't even remember?! I won't forgive you!"
Oga dodged left, then right, then ducked, each move casual as if he were avoiding falling raindrops. "What the hell are you talking about? I didn't touch them."
Furuichi flailed nearby, sweat dripping. "O-Oga, just explain yourself! She thinks you beat up Chiaki and Nene!"
"What?!" Oga barked, looking genuinely confused. "Why would I waste time beating up girls? They're weak. And I don't hit girls"
Aoi froze mid-swing, her face twitching in indignation. "W-weak?! You—" not registring the second part of oga's sentence.
Beel, bouncing happily on Oga's shoulder, drooled and clapped like he was watching the world's best comedy act.
The onlookers, dozens of students who'd gathered, whispered in awe.
"Look at him dodge—he's not even trying."
"That's the Rampaging ogre for you."
"No, seriously, doesn't he have two wives already? The blonde maid and the creepy but gorgeous pretty boy?"
The "creepy pretty boy" in question, Kogen, was currently perched on a bench like a theatergoer, bottle in hand as he fed Beel's milk(He teleported beel from oga shoulder to his lap). He smiled faintly, his voice carrying just enough for everyone to hear.
"My, my, darling, you've got quite the temper chasing you around today. You should really treat your suitors better."
Oga's face turned red with irritation. "DON'T CALL ME DARLING, YOU FREAK!"
The crowd gasped. "So it's true—he is married!"
"And cheating on both of them with Kunieda?!"
"What a beast!"
Aoi's cheeks went crimson at once. "M-married?! Cheating?! Who even wanna be with this idiot?!"
Her confusion had barely peaked when another voice cut through the courtyard: cocky, loud, dripping with self-importance.
"Enough chatter! The one who deserves the spotlight is me—Miwa!"
The crowd parted, revealing Miwa swaggering forward. His greasy hair was slicked back, his uniform half-unbuttoned like he thought it was stylish. He twirled a steel pipe in his hand, grinning with a confidence that didn't match the fact his gang had already gotten wrecked multiple times.
"Listen up, Kunieda! Forget Oga. He's just trash. The real king of Ishiyama is me!"
Aoi's eyes widened. "Miwa?! What."
Miwa "I was the one Kunieda. The one who ordered MK5 to attack your two little underlings-Chiaki and Nene!"
Miwa smirked, spinning the pipe dramatically. "Hmph. They were too loyal to you, Kunieda. To rule this school, I had to prove even your lieutenants are worthless. You're finished as Queen, and I'll take over the throne."
Kunieda widen her eyes, registring what Miwa just said.
The crowd booed immediately.
"Take over? This clown couldn't even take over the bathroom."
"Didn't Oga already flush him down a dumpster last week?"
Furuichi sighed. "Why do these guys keep coming back..."
But Miwa wasn't listening. He pointed the pipe at Oga, puffing out his chest. "And as for you, bastard—you're standing in my spotlight! I'll crush you in front of everyone!"
Oga stared blankly, then shrugged. "...Alright."
The fight lasted exactly three seconds.
Miwa charged, swinging the pipe with a war cry. Oga didn't move until the last second—then he casually lifted one leg and kicked.
The impact sent Miwa flying like a ragdoll, spinning three times in midair before slamming headfirst into a trash can. The lid clanged shut over him like the universe itself had wrapped up the joke.
The crowd roared with laughter.
"Trash belongs in the trash!"
"Perfect fit!"
"Classic Oga!"
Beel squealed again, sparks of electricity dancing around him in excitement. "DA-BOOOO!"
Oga dusted his hands, looking bored. "Tch. What a waste of time."
But Aoi wasn't laughing. Her heart still pounded, her grip tight around her bokuto. The misunderstanding lingered, twisting her thoughts. So... he didn't hurt Chiaki and Nene? Then why does it still feel like he's mocking me?
Meanwhile, Kogen leaned lazily against the bench, his voice smooth and dark. "Ah, darling, you do have a way with trash. Efficient and unsentimental. It's almost beautiful."
Oga spun furiously. "STOP CALLING ME THAT, DAMMIT!"
The courtyard erupted again, half with laughter, half with gossip. And Kunieda Aoi, cheeks blazing, wasn't sure what made her angrier: Oga's cluelessness, Miwa's treachery, or the fact that everyone kept assuming this idiot had already stolen her heart. (Narrator :Like he hasn't)