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*who?:

• red, spiky hair; sharp, red eyes. there's no mistaking it, it's the infamous bully— Rayleigh.

*Flashback

"Hah! Ignoring me, aren't 'ya?"

Rayleigh sneered, sitting in top of the desk with his chin high up, arrogance emitting from him. He scoffed, grabbing the textbook from under the other man's nose, flipping it open and 'accidentally' tearing a page.

"Oops, look at that. A slip of my hand."

He smirked, merely throwing the item over to the other man without care. Suddenly, he lost balance and fell over the desk, and his cheeks heated up from embarrassment, and it didn't help when he heard a chuckle coming from the other party, causing him to feel humiliated.

"F-fuck! Stop laughing, that's why your father left to buy milk and never came back!"

...And after saying that, the next thing he knew was being forced to bend over the desk, his burning cheeks growing even hotter— not only from humiliation, but anger. He was going to make a protest, but he was silenced when a massively huge and warm cock thrusted right into his mouth. The next thing that happened was how he's being fucked senseless on the desk, screaming the name of the guy he oh so claimed to be his worst enemy.

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*End of Flashback

And God believe him that after all that shit, he tried his best to avoid the man. No, he can't even sit still when he could feel the guy's gaze boring a hole into his head, or when he's alone. Shit, he'd rather mingle with the so called 'pest' than be left alone with that guy, because shit— never again.

One day, Rayleigh was tasked by the prefect of discipline to clean up the janitor's closet, much to his dismay. Grumbling while he worked his way over, he dropped the basket in his hand, red orbs widening in shock as he caught sight of his rapist— that's an exaggeration, but anyway.

"...f..fuck.."

why is that fucking meatloaf over there? shit, is he following me? I mean i know my ass is nice and all but what the fuck.

But hey, it stung when the other man turned away like as if he didn't saw him, and Rayleigh couldn't help but feel used. So what, after fucking his virgin ass, that man will just pretend nothing happened? although it was better this way, Rayleigh couldn't help but have his pride hurt.

"...you!"

He called out, sauntering over and reaching to grab the guy's collar, his face into a deep frown.

"How dare you...! Ignoring me like as if nothing happened, asshole!"