Once lessons began, it was an ordinary school day for the most part.

Everything unfolded in its familiar rhythm at Seihou High, the hallways alive with the scuffle of sneakers, the slam of lockers, and the distant thud of basketballs from the gym.

Morning announcements crackled over the intercom about the upcoming cultural festival, the art competition, the girls volleyball competition and other information.

Teachers droned through lessons on quadratic equations and historical treaties, students whispered about weekend plans or the latest idol scandal.

In the air was the aroma of cafeteria curry and chalk dust. As lessons went on, sunlight streamed through classroom windows to illuminate floating motes.

Renji stared at one of these motes, his mind half in the lesson and half in thought.

He just realized that this was his one week anniversary of finding the Milf Note.

The best week of his life was coming to an end and the future only promised more of it. He'd never really thought about the origin of the Note until that moment.

Where did it come from?

Another universe? A hidden scientific government project that was somehow lost? A perverted god that wanted to mess with humans.

To be honest, Renji didn't care as much.

It changed his life and he didn't want worrying about its origin to ruin the fun of everything.

"...And that is what the beauty of writing offers."

Renji shook himself awake, remembering that he was in class.

Ms. Kaori Katsura, the silent literature teacher who kept to herself like a shadow was in front, teaching as monotonously as usual.

Today, she was in a muted cardigan and a long tight skirt that pressed tight to her hips, thighs and immaculate legs.

Her black hair was pinned in a loose bun, her attractive face pale and expressionless, her eyes distant and withdrawn.

She rarely spoke above a whisper, but as usual, her assignments were notoriously deep.

Today, she had another one.

"This brings me to my assignment."

Some students groaned.

Ms. Katsura stood at the front, chalk in hand, assigning an essay on 'The Tale of Genji'.

"Explore themes of desire and societal constraint," she intoned flatly. She went on to give the details of everything she wants in the essay, and finished by saying she wouldn't accept poorly written assignments.

"I expect excellence from all… especially you, Renji Kenshiro. I'll be looking forward to yours."

Her gaze locked on him, a quiet, monotone stare that lingered a beat too long, unreadable, before she turned and exited the room without another word.

Renji remained frozen mid-note, a little uneased after that.

'What was that about?'

Recess bell rang and students flooded the halls like they always did in a wave of chatter, raiding the vending machine and the cafeteria.

"Come on! Let's go! Let's go get that loser."

Kaito and his goons went into a secluded stairwell of the school and slipped out a side door, sneaking across the school grounds toward the park.

Kaito led with a smug grin, his uniform tie loose, Jiro lumbering behind with excited huffs, Iroha glancing nervously over his shoulder, and Haru cracking his knuckles.

"Hurry up, idiots," Kaito hissed, ducking under a low branch as they crossed the street. "That loser's hiding something. Let's grab it and expose him before we get caught."

"Hah!" Jiro laughed. "Even if we get caught. They won't do shit! Our parents own the school."

Iroha looked at him with wide, anxious eyes. "Don't let Principal Akemi hear you talking like that, Jiro."

"Stop talking, morons! And walk faster!"

A burly security guard spotted them from the gate. He got on his heels.

"Hey! Hey! Get back here! You know no leaving during recess!" His voice boomed, whistle shrilling, but the goons bolted, laughing as they vanished into the park's greenery.

They reached the part of the park that was a tangled oasis of overgrown bushes and winding paths.

Everyone knew the old folktale among locals that it was haunted.

Kaito snorted as they pushed deeper. "Iroha, you're such a scaredy-cat. Are you really afraid of ghosts now?"

Iroha muttered, "I'm just saying what others said." Still he followed, knowing he'd be shamed endlessly if he chickened out.

They reached the bushy area, spotting the disturbed soil and the hole camouflaged with scattered leaves.

"There's something there!" Jiro exclaimed with excitement, kneeling and sparing the leaves aside.

His hand emerged with a book, a very ordinary one, like a note book with no name or title.

Something for jotting.

"A book!" Haru gasped.

Kaito grinned wickedly. "Hehehe! We got the sucker now. That's probably his diary and it gotta be full of secrets, mommy fantasies, whatever freak shit he hides!"

"Give it here, Jiro," Kaito ordered. Jiro handed it over, and Kaito flipped it open eagerly, his goons crowding in.

'Got you now, sucker!— Huh?'

The first page stared back at them.

What they saw was a meticulously drawn image of a massive middle finger, shaded with expert cross-hatching, veins popping in comic detail.

Underneath, written in bold comic font were the words:

'YOU'VE JUST BEEN PLAYED, LOSERS!'

'—Signed, your arts competition representative.'

Kaito glared at it, his face turning a boiling red with rage and anger, veins bulging on his forehead.

The others leaned in, reading with stunned faces. Jiro's mouth opened and Haru's eyes widened.

Iroha tilted his head. "Why is everyone quiet?" he asked. "It says: You've just been playe—"

"I KNOW WHAT IT SAYS, YOU IDIOT!" Kaito yelled at his face, his voice cracking like a cartoon, slamming the book shut and hurling it into the bushes.

"That bastard Renji! I swear I'll kill him with my bare hands! I'll make him regret coming to this school! I'll really kill you, Renji Kenshiro!"

His goons stared, frozen in awkward silence, the haunted park suddenly feeling a lot less scary than Kaito's meltdown.

The picture of a proud smirk.

Renji had one on his face as he headed to the staff bathroom, his hands in his pockets, his gait like a millionaire.

He could have decided not to simply keep anything there, but messing with those idiots was fun.

They thought they were smart not to touch anything after invading his hiding spot yesterday, but they weren't smart enough to cover their footprints.

Renji had seen the prints that morning when he came to hide the Note, realizing that he had actually been seen yesterday.

So he did a quick sketch on one of his unused jotters and placed it there, suspecting that they would return to find out what he hid there.

It was a shame losing the old spot, but he'd found a new one: a rusted maintenance grate in the school's abandoned boiler room basement, accessible only through a forgotten janitor's closet behind the gym.

The grate lifted to a narrow crawlspace under the foundation, dry and dusty, impossible to find. Hardly anyone even knows the basement exists. Rich kids didn't like murky places.

Renji felt super proud of himself and the big smile on his face showed that.

He strode confidently toward the staff bathroom to meet his waiting slut, Haruka.

But as he walked, his eyes flicked to the side. 'I see you,' he thought.

Hitomi was tiptoeing behind him.

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