Three O'clock in the Afternoon – Sobu High School Grounds,
Classes had just ended for the day, and the students poured out of their classrooms like a river released from a dam.
From the second-year D class, three particular boys slipped out faster than the rest, moving with suspicious purpose.
Their destination: The school parking lot.
Their mission: Revenge.
An hour ago, the three of them—Yoshitake Tanaka, Tadakuni Shihara, and Hideaki Tabata—had still been fuming over the humiliation they had suffered at the hands of that damned white-haired monster. Their pride had been shattered, their dignity stomped on, and their spirits reduced to rubble.
But boys like them weren't the type to accept defeat quietly.
Gathering in a corner of the classroom, they had whispered furiously, plotting vengeance.
"Let's get back at him," Yoshitake had said, eyes gleaming with mischief. "We'll go to the parking lot and mess with his ride. Lock up his little electric scooter so he can't use it. That'll show him!"
"Yeah," Tadakuni had agreed, pounding his fist into his palm. "Let's see how smug he looks walking home with no wheels."
And so, with vengeance burning in their hearts, the three marched out of school like warriors setting out on a sacred mission.
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The Parking Lot,
When they arrived, their prey was right there in front of them.
The little electric scooter belonging to Gojo Satoru—gleaming under the afternoon sun, sitting innocently among the other parked bicycles and scooters.
(Note: Don't ask when he bring the scooter 🙏)
The three boys stopped, eyes narrowing as they gazed upon their target.
"Ke-Ke-Ke! There it is." Yoshitake smirked, cracking his knuckles dramatically. "Now then… Don't blame us for being ruthless."
He held out his hand without looking back. "Alright, Tabata, give me the lock. Quick. Before that white-haired bastard shows up."
"Got it!" Tabata replied immediately.
But instead of the clink of a lock being tossed his way, there came the sound of… fabric rustling. Clothes being stripped.
"...Huh?"
"Woo—woo—" Tadakuni's muffled grunts followed.
Yoshitake frowned, not understanding, until Tabata shoved something into his hand.
"Here you go. Hurry up and use this!"
Yoshitake looked down at the object in his hand. Soft. Folded. With buttons.
It wasn't a lock at all. It was… a school uniform.
"Wait. What the hell is this?!" he sputtered.
Spinning around, he froze in shock.
Tadakuni was standing there, calmly covering his bare chest with one hand and his lower body with the other, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Yoshitake shouted, eyes bulging.
"What does it look like?" Tadakuni barked back, clearly annoyed by his friend's slowness. "Lock the scooter, idiot! Hurry up before Gojo shows up!"
"...Lock it? With this?" Yoshitake asked flatly, holding up the discarded uniform.
"Of course!" Tadakuni snapped. "What else do you think we're here for?!"
At that exact moment, Tabata's eyes lit up with inspiration. Adjusting his glasses dramatically, he stripped off his own shirt in one smooth motion, leaving himself in just his pants.
"I get it!" Tabata declared with a smug grin. "One piece of clothing isn't enough. It's a two-wheeled scooter. Naturally, we'll need two!"
He proudly held out his own uniform and pants to Yoshitake, who stood frozen, staring at his two nearly naked friends in disbelief.
"See? With both of ours tied together, there's no way he'll be able to ride this thing home!" Tadakuni said with complete confidence, nodding to himself as if his logic was flawless.
"Of course," Tabata added proudly. "After all, I am Tabata Hideaki—the brains of this operation!"
"Brilliant plan," Tadakuni praised, eyes shining. "I knew you'd think of something, Tabata."
The two grinned at each other, basking in their own stupidity.
Meanwhile, Yoshitake stood frozen in silence, expressionless, his soul quietly leaving his body.
He looked down at the bundle of clothing in his hands. Then back at his two friends, who were now proudly squatting half-naked next to a scooter.
Why… Why are my best friends both idiots with negative IQ?
"Forget it," Yoshitake muttered to himself, shoving the clothes back at them. "I'm out. Do whatever you want. I'm going home to play video games and read manga. At least my consoles don't make me question my life choices."
With that, he turned and walked away without another word, shoulders slumped, heart hollow.
"Hey, what's wrong with Yoshitake?" Tadakuni asked, blinking.
"No idea. Forget him," Tabata shrugged. "Let's just do this ourselves."
The two nodded, determination flaring again. They twisted their uniforms and pants together, fashioning them into makeshift ropes.
Then, with evil smiles plastered across their faces, they crouched low and began "locking" the scooter by wrapping the clothes around its wheels and frame.
From a distance, the sight was… indescribable.
Two half-naked boys squatting intimately close to an electric scooter, their hands busily tugging and tying as if they were performing some kind of obscure ritual.
It didn't look like sabotage at all.
It looked like they were… defiling the poor scooter.
And then—
"HEY! What the hell do you two think you're doing?!"
A furious voice boomed across the lot.
The two boys froze, their blood running cold. Slowly, they turned their heads to see a burly middle-aged man in a security uniform sprinting toward them, face red with rage, brandishing a baton.
"Crap! It's the security guard!" Tadakuni shouted.
"What do we do?!" Tabata panicked.
"What else?!" Tadakuni hissed. "Cover your faces and run before we get caught! If they call our parents, we're dead!"
The two didn't need to be told twice. They snatched up their clothes, covered their faces, and bolted, their bare legs flashing as they sprinted for dear life.
"STOP RIGHT THERE, YOU LITTLE DELINQUENTS!" the security guard roared, chasing after them with his baton raised high.
...
Moments later, Gojo Satoru finally strolled leisurely into the parking lot, humming to himself, dessert still sweet on his tongue.
Spotting his scooter, he tilted his head.
"Huh. That's weird…" He scratched the back of his neck. "Why's my electric Scooter so clean today?"
Oblivious to the chaos that had unfolded just moments earlier, Gojo mounted the scooter and drove off, none the wiser.
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