he hated that entire group of girls. not because they were girl or something- he's not a misogynistic ass. he hated them because they had nothing else better to do with their time, besides pick on people who did absolutely nothing to them, simply made their life hell because they weren't as popular as the group. he himself had gone through this his freshman year- and so had the other delinquents. they had found a way to press on, and even against the girls, but risked their entire social life to do so. his entire friend group consisted of five other guys, who went through the same thing. and until now, he had been content with just that.

he walked up to the school with the others, hands in his uniform's pockets due to the cold morning weather. his friends would occasionally comment on people walking past, or people who stared a bit too long, dropping low threats. they headed through the front of the school, changing into the school's required uniform shoes- and making their way to their spot next to the incinerator. that was until someone had been pushed into him. he felt both himself, and the boy shoved into him flinch- and a group of familiar girl's laughter- Musume. in a rare moment of consideration, he caught the boy, and held onto his shoulder to leep him upright. he assumed this was another one of Musume's bullying techniques, to make some random guy bump into him, in hopes Umeji would hit him, or something equal. frustrated, he waved the rest of the delinquents off

"fuck off Musume, don't you have an SDI to catch?"