Kazehaya High school, a big school on the Miura Peninsula. It was lunch time, and many of the students were eating In the lunchroom and conversing with their peers, but they aren't our main concern.

Nay our concern lays on a four foot nine young man with long shiny white hair, a lot of a lot of muscle, two golden eyes, and an unfortunate name. That person being Yuka the fortuneless. A man without a peer in the world, and the only man in the entire school who has the misfortune to bear the name of a woman.

Currently he wanders the halls aimlessly, as he had tore through his lunch in record time. Walking around with no real goal in mind he fiddles with the boxing tape on his fingers.

'god I want to hit something, preferably something squishy!' He thought to himself

Our poor lad was starving, but not for food, in his 15 years of life he had cultured a rather unhealthy affinity for all things violent, and he has yet to make any attempts to fix it at all. Possible mental issues aside our boy continued to walk around the halls until he heard the sound of somebody running from inside of the art room.

'Strange, nobody goes there I should probably investigate, I could get to hit something!'

Quickly dashing to the source of the ruckus the door shuts in front of him. Even more curious he walks over and gently opens the door. This would become an action that Yuka would come to regret for the rest of his life.

Inside he saw a tall woman with ruffled orange approaching a scrawny man. To say the scrawny man looked extremely terrified was an understatement. To complement his terrified face he was extremely pale, not un similar to the cook at Denny's when I held him at gunpoint. (true story)

The scrawny lad was sat down in a chair, and being held in place by a girl who had dirty blonde hair in twin pigtails. Scrawny was shaking in his boots, and was too weak to fight back against her physically or mentally, looking more and more uncomfortable as each second passed.

Finally the woman who was approaching him was holding up her breasts, presumably for scrawny to grab them, though it didn't seem like scrawny had a choice as the girl holding him pushed his hand forward toward the other's abnormally large breasts. She wore a sadistic smile with her tongue out. 

"Hey, what are you doing?" Yuka asks making himself known.

The two girls look to him with a hint of fear, while the boy looks with a glimmer of relief in his eyes, that or he light reflecting off his glasses. 

Both the boy and the two girls had a vague idea of who was in front of them, the white hair and boxing tape on his hands were dead giveaways, the one who they were staring at was the one dubbed Psycho Chan. They had never run into him prior, but knew what he did to rule breakers, acting as an unwanted and unintended enforcer for even the smallest rules. Some thought that he was some kind of puritan bruiser, although in reality it was simply an excuse to hit more things.

"You shouldn't be doing that, especially not on school grounds." He adds with a hint of disgust in his voice, balling his fists he starts to walk closer.

"Please define what that is, I'd like to know." A female voice said from behind Yuka says.

Everyone in the room including Yuka turns around to see a girl a little bit taller than he is. Her skin was rather dark for a Japanese person, probably tanned or sunburnt. She had bangs on the left, but her hair on the right was held together on the right by a silver hair clip. 

Of course if all these details were what you noticed first, you were insane, what any normal person would notice about her immediately would be the burning inner rage she was emanating, the burning aura of which was present all around the room.

"N-Nagatoro," The scrawny one croaks out.

"Looks like you're having fun." The one called Nagatoro says with a tone of seething anger.

The two girls in the room looked to the two in the doorway terrified, neither of them were willing to deal with Psycho-Chan, and they certainly did not want to deal with Nagatoro on top of it. As such they did the only thing natural, they ran.

"Smell ya later!" The one with orange hair shouted while running away

"Smell ya later!" The one with pigtails parroted.

"Well that's that," Yuka said to himself watching the two run away.

"Mind telling me what happened?" Nagatoro asked.

"I stopped a sexual assault, saved this poor man, I tell ya kiddo, you got to put on some muscle," Yuka says at a dizzying pace before patting him on the shoulder.

"Oh, tell you what, you can come with me to the gym, you won't have to pay a cent!" He says excitedly.

"Erm, uh, no thanks." He replies in an extremely weak voice.

"Well, that's alright, I've got nowhere to go so I hope you two don't mind if I stick around here." Yuka says as he takes a seat in at the desk.

The two of them looked to him, and back to each other. Sitting at their desk was somebody who fractured a kid's skull for smoking on school grounds. As you could probably expect they were both nervous, and were extremely hesitant to make any conversation at all. He looked back at their slightly terrified looks and smiled to himself internally, he was happy that his reputation still held in even the minds of the higher years he himself being only a first year.

In the two's minds, the thing that surprised them the most was his voice. It was strangely high pitched, in the same way a child's was, they found it hard to believe that Psycho Chan was the owner of it. It was almost funny in a way, but the two were smart enough not to mock him on that.

"So, you didn't get to touch a boob?" Nagatoro asks finally breaking the silence.

"Nope, he didn't, that's because I rescued him!" Yuka butts in.

"Senpai got boob blocked, oh poor senpai!" She says in an uproarious fit of laughter.

"It's not like I even wanted to." Senpai replies readjusting his glasses.

"Oh? Then what would you say if I said you could squeeze mine?" The girl asked.

"I s-said I don-" Senpai started before being cut off.

"Okay, I think our poor amico here has had more than enough excitement for today, so what I'd suggest is that you cool it." Yuka says swiftly coming to his defense.

She huffs in frustration, but isn't willing to go up against him instead opting to let him win this proverbial 'round'. 

Then, as if almost a blessing from the god of teasing and bullying was bestowed upon the little troublemaker Nagatoro, Yuka in his infinitely keen sense of smell smells a scent he hadn't in a while, the scent of burning Mary jane. He had thought his last performance, which sent the kid to the hospital, had been more than enough to dissuade people however it clearly had not been.

"I'll see you kiddos later." He says as he took off to beat up yet another pothead.

As he left the two had faces of second hand horror. Keeping an eye on his exit they watched him closely as he went away from the room. His footsteps were finally out of earshot, and after what sounded like a brief confrontation the sound of a bone cracking, and a scream of what seemed to be the victim of the fabled Psycho Chan were heard.

Just as they were sure  the he was gone Nagatoro reached into her bag and pulled out a legendary item, one sought after by casual and ranked competitive treasure seekers alike. No this legendary item was not the holy grail, nor was it the ark of the covenant or Obama's last name, what she had in her hand was more precious than all of those combined.

For it was, 

the one

the only,

Ultra Rare Legendary Premium Bean Bun.

*Timeskip brought to you by Chibi Yuka chasing after Chibi Gamo and Chibi Yoshi*

'It's the end of the day, that means it's time to hit the gym' Yuka thought to himself as he picked up his bag and started walking out of school.

'385, I think I can bump that number up, by the end of summer I'll be doing 500!' He thought to himself.

'You're only roughly 140 pounds, that's like 3.55 times your body weight,' Another voice in his head popped in.

'Well, I already proved I punch well above my weight!' The original voice retorted.

The two voices in his head would continue to argue about what was possible and what wasn't, however as many arguments usually devolve to, semantics and name-calling were all that was being thrown around after the valid arguments had dried up.

'If spiders could fly Australia would be hell!' One voice shouted out.

 'Australia is already hell?' A third voice said confused.

 'I'm still going, where else am I going to wrestle koalas and crocodiles in the same day!'  The original voice said.

 'The zoo that's where, go to the zoo.' the other voice said.

'I don't think the zookeepers would be very happy with this random man coming and wrestling with the animals.' The original voice replied.

'And I don't think that people would be very happy with you wrestling animals in their backyards, so pick who you want to piss off, I'd prefer the zookeper.' The other voice retorted.

"Oi!" A gruff female voice said pulling him out of his thoughts.

He looked at the source to see the tall girl and the one in pigtails from the art room.

The two were locked in a stare down, Yuka's golden eyes staring back at the other's orange eyes, a shade of orange which perfectly matches her hair.

"You need something?" Yuka asked sounding pissed off.

"Heh, this is Psycho Chan?" The tall one said quietly to the other girl.

"Excuse me, I didn't quite catch that." He replies.

He gets no reply, instead the two burst into a fit of laughter, confused he simply stares at them not sure what to think.

"I'm sorry it's just, when I heard about Psycho Chan, I thought he'd be scary." The tall one said.

"Scary!" the other one parrots

"What?!" He replies, "I'm plenty scary I'll tell you." He adds furious.

"Heh, Scary?!? That's how you describe yourself shortstack?" She asks mockingly.

His normal resting bitch face, was then replaced with a face of genuine anger, consecutively he was getting red in the face.

"D-don't call me that!" He yells now red in the face.

'Even under all that muscle he's more fragile than China.' The girl thought to herself.

"Oh, little one, Did I hurt your feewings? Come on, you're supposed to be scary, you're supposed to be Psycho Chan!" She says hitting him on the shoulder. "Is the Psycho inside you on holiday? Is it off in Tahiti having a mai tai on the beach?" She says.

The two locked back into a stare down again. The bubbling rage inside of Yuka was obvious to even the most casual viewer.

"Or were you always this fragile?!" She adds mocking him.

As much as he wanted to hit her, he didn't want to screw up his hands before practice, so he tries to ignore her and leave, but in an instant he found his hands grabbed and pushed up against the wall by the orange haired devil. Looking up to her the height difference couldn't have been more glaring from where he was standing. She had to be at the very least 5'5, and Yuka was barely only 4'9.

Yuka continued his scowl while the girl dawned an even more sadistic smirk and trapped him with her left hand leaned up against the wall.

"Oh no you don't, don't leave now darling, we're just starting to have fun!" She says looking down to him.

"Fun." The other girl parrots.

"Get, out of my way!" He says with all the bravado he can muster.

It wasn't enough bravado, and instead of intimidating it had the opposite effect, Yuka's strangely high pitched voice made it come off as childish pouting rather than a legitimate threat. 

"The way you try to act tough, it's hilarious." She says in between fits of laughter. "I didn't know it was possible, but somehow, You're even more fun than Paisen, With that scowl and the attitude"

He was preparing an attempt to mount a retort, but before he could even try she ended it before it could begin.

"You're just like a tiny little puppy: small, feisty, but also at the same time, absolutely adorable." She says finishing her sentence.

With that final statement any and all of the words he planned had died, replaced with sputters not resembling any language known to man. Tears started to form in his eyes, but he swiftly wiped them away, meanwhile the girl backed away, releasing him from his imprisonment on the wall. Still standing his face looking dejected he simply walked away head held down.

The girls on the other hand were cackling like Hyenas, the tall one was gripping her abs cackling at how hilarious his reaction was to her. After her laughing fit she looked down onto the floor and saw damp marks on the pavement left from tears, Yuka's tears.

'Maybe I took it too far' She thought to herself.

*Timeskip brought to you by Yuka having mental breakdown*

Currently Yuka was at the gym doing what he always did when he was feeling down, happy, angry, or even not feeling anything at all, hit something. His trainer was watching over him in the gym he was hitting a heavy punching bag over and over again each hit as furious as the last.

Throughout the entire ordeal the words of the girl were ringing in his head. His thoughts were plagued by that sadistic smile and the face of that wicked woman with orange hair.

'Why didn't I hit her? She wasn't any different from the others!' He thought to himself 'She made a total and absolute fool out of me, she made me cry, and she left without a single bruise or black eye!' 

He thinks back to times when he was bullied before, and he had been plenty bullied before, life ain't easy for a boy named Yuka. Every time he got made fun of without fail he'd bust their head it didn't matter if it was a girl, boy, alien, or a vampire what or who it was time after time it was consistent.

Until it finally stopped, he gained such a reputation that nobody dared mess with him. Psycho Chan, a nickname once used to mock him became a feared one. Ever since then he'd been on the offensive, instead seeking out to beat up others using school rules as his justification. 

'Why was this one so different, why didn't I even try!?' he thought to himself. 'Still, I admire her bravery, to step to me, that takes guts, too bad I'll have to rip them out of her, I tell you-'

"She better hope she never sees me again!" He says out loud fuming as he lets all he has out on the bag.

"That was good, but not perfect." His trainer says to him.

"Thanks Cono," Yuka quickly replies not even looking at his trainer

Looking at the clock he saw it was 19:19, and that it was probably time to get home. Packing up his stuff he doesn't bother changing from his gym clothes or showering off. Walking out of the building he started on the 10 minute trek back home. It was around the time of the sunset, and the entire world around him had an orange glow which reflected the sweat coming off of him. The cool breeze from the ocean pushing around his hair he truly looked the part of an anime main character.

Sadly for him, he was not a main character, he was a side character, a pawn, another blissfully unaware resident on the grand chessboard of the world. We're just focusing on him for some inexplicable reason in this story.

*Timeskip brought to you by Yuka punching an entire building down*

Getting ready for bed he took his shower and was currently brushing his teeth. After spitting out the toothpaste he looks into the mirror and sees himself and starts to contemplate.

'Do I really look like a Shiba Puppy?'  he thought to himself, he almost saw the resemblance but then shook his head in disbelief.

'No, not at all, off to bed' He said half convincing himself as he put on his pajamas and went off to bed.

Hopping in bed he stares at the ceiling unable to go to sleep. Still, even hours and hours after the ordeal, the tall girl's voice wouldn't leave his head, it had been so long that he had hit someone that bullied him that this time it caught him entirely off guard, he didn't know how to react, and losing the ability to perform something that used to be a daily routine to him absolutely infuriated him.

'Look on the Brightside though, I've got it a whole hell of a lot better than that other poor sod' He thought to himself.

'Senpai, that was what they called him, must be a second year, I should probably help that poor boy out, that poor lad looks like he's uncomfortable with existing.'  He thinks to himself.

'Are you sure you aren't describing yourself?' a female voice asked him.

'well I'm a first year, and not a second year, so shut the hell up Stephanie'  The original voice yelled back. 'How the hell did you even get back here?' it asks.

'My banishment wasn't a permanent one, I was revived with the power of the Sayais no Tama!' The one apparently named Stephanie replies.

'Hey, why don't you two shut the fuck up I'm trying to sleep here!'  Yuka yells internally.

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A/N: Did you know that Pajamas comes from Urdu and Persian words, pay (which means leg) and Jama (which means clothing)  Tune in next time for more random facts in the A/N section! Or don't, nobody is forcing you.