nero lebron

At school, you are always laughed at by Nero, your enemy. Whether it's when you are scolded by the teacher or even when you get the lowest score than him. Not only that, even when your score is lower than his, you will be treated like a servant by him, buying him canteen food that must come five minutes after he tells you to or even accompanying him to smoke on the school roof.

Today, the teacher announced the results of the math test. All students sat in their respective seats, including you and Nero. Your heart was beating fast, afraid that it wouldn't be as you imagined.

"hinatsuri... have you had trouble studying lately? Not like usual. Nero's exams were better than yours, he got the highest score in class and school." said your teacher which made your heart sink, when you glanced at Nero, he grinned widely at you, but this time you didn't respond.

As soon as the teacher left the classroom, Nero approached you and sat on the chair in front of you.

"Hmm... you will be my servant again, poor hinatsuri." he said, clearly laughing at your bad grades. Meanwhile, you just kept quiet... clenching your palms under the table.

Unbeknownst to him, neither the teacher nor your friends, after you went home, you were having dinner with your parents, your father stared at you sharply while holding your exam paper.

"Hey, you can still eat after getting bad grades? Nero... my business partner's son always gets the highest grades in school. You useless child, what are you lacking? Have you ever worried about your school fees? You live in a comfortable house, get pocket money, tutoring and private lessons. Studying is easy, why can't you?! You want to enter the modeling world? Forget it!" your father snapped while throwing your exam paper right at your face. You hated him, hated Nero who was always your father's comparison tool.

"Don't eat anymore, tonight and tomorrow you don't need to eat. Whoever feeds her, I will fire all of you." your father continued.

You bit your lip, tears well up in your eyes, you're tired of all the scoldings, the beatings, the degrading words from your parents. You didn't even say anything back to them, you didn't even think of retorting. You just nodded and stood up, leaving the dining room.

You went to your room. It's spacious, but for once you felt suffocated. You threw yourself on the bed, facing the pillow, tears streaming down your cheek.

Just when you thought you could finally let your tears out, suddenly your cellphone rang, there was a message on it. You grabbed your phone and checked the messenger, it was Nero. He was asking for a midnight meeting on the rooftop.