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Smoke blew from between the second years lips as he leaned against the side of the school, hearing the beginning bell ring out. He sighed, tossing his cigarette to the ground and stomping it out before walking into the school that he longed to leave. He walked through the hallways, not a care in the world knowing that no teacher nor student would say anything to him.
He arrived to his class rather quickly, not talking as he walked in late. He just entered the room, walking to the back of the room where he normally sat. His teacher continued the lecture as her 'Problem Student' walked through the class and lazily sat at his desk. Jon never carried a backpack nor many supplies, he knew that he could ask someone sitting next to him for something. They always said yes, even without effort, Jon intimidated people without even trying.
The boy yawned as he ran a hand over his face, lazily looking over to the boy next to him. It was the same boy who had been sitting in that seat all year. Jon had a few conversations with him, mostly because unlike most others, he wouldn't be nice out of intimidation, he just treated him like everyone else.
"Yo, Can I get a pencil, Kozume?" Jon asked, his voice deep as a long strand of hair fell into his face. The two toned boy looked up at Jon, slightly scowling at him.
"Don't have one." Kenma simply mumbled causing Jon to furrow his eyebrows, seeing two extra pencils outlined in his pocket. He sighed, clenching his jaw as he nodded. Jon quickly asked the person sitting to his right who quickly gave him a pencil, treating the boy like some sort of powerful person who demanded respect. Jon sighed again, this time out of disappointment, while he used his intimidating aura to get some advantages he hated it when people would treat him like that.
Especially people his age, it felt like they all thought he would beat them into the ground if they treated him like anything but that. But that wasn't the case, while Jon was very obviously someone who didn't take shit, he wasn't an asshole by any means. He treated people with respect, even if he wasnt raised with it.
The class passed quickly, Jon taking notes and halfway paying attention. He was now sitting alone, outside of the school while the rest of the students ate lunch. He rested his eyes as he had his head down on the table, thinking about what he wanted to do with the rest of his day.
Much to his dismay, he felt the vibration of someone slamming their hands on the table. He kept his eyes closed, wishing the little bit of time to rest he had would've lasted longer. He pulled his head up, finding three students standing there, trying their best to look cool.
"What?" Jon mumbled, his eyes tired with a bruise still evident on the left side of his face from the other night.
"Yo! Jon! We have an offer for ya!" The head one spoke as he smiled at Jon who didn't respond, just continued to look at the boy in front of him with a bored look.
"We're from the Tokyo Jumpa Gang and our leader wanted us to ask you if you wanted to join! We can run this school-" He was saying before Jon stood up, already tired of the conversation.
"Oi! He's not done! The hell do you think you are?" One of the lackeys yelled causing Jon to close his eyes, trying his best not to lose it on the boys.
"I'm done." Jon simply muttered as he still walked away. He just wanted to finish the day of school, go train, then sleep. That had been his daily routine for over six months, when he finally got out of his parents house. The boy was almost away when he felt a hand wrap around his wrist, jerking him back towards the three.
Jon's mind went silent as he felt his free hand ball into a fist. He looked behind him, finding the leader grimacing up at him.
"I'm not afraid of you, you big-" The man was saying before he was cut off by Jon's fist slamming into his jaw. The grip around his wrist loosened as the boy fell to the ground, his head bouncing off of the grass. Jon yanked his wrist out of the unconscious boys hand, looking up at the two who were staring at him with shock and confusion racing through their eyes.
"I said, I'm done. I don't do gangs, they never lead to anything good. Now do me a favor and fuck off." Jon grumbled, turning back on his heals, leaving the waking up boy and his two underlings.
He made his way back into the school, going back to his class, this time being the first one to arrive. After about ten minutes, the bell rang and people began to file in once again, sitting in the same seats as before.
The teacher began to tangent on about a certain aspect of space as Jon leaned back in his seat, his eyes hardly open as exhaustion nearly took him over.
"Your hand." A voice spoke from Jon's left causing the boy to tilt his head, finding Kenma looking down at Jon's hand. The boy looked down, finding a cut atop his middle knuckle with blood coming from it. Jon sighed as he mumbled a 'I knew I shouldn't have bothered.'
"Thanks for letting me know." He mumbled, standing up as he made his way to the front of the classroom.
"I need to go to the nurse." Jon said causing the teacher to quietly nod, leading to Jon leaving the room and making his way towards the nurses office.
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Jon sat on the outside of the school, looking down at his bandaged hand. He sighed, knowing that his trainer wouldn't be happy with his injury,
"Yo, Jon!" A deep voice said out causing Jon to look up, finding a tall boy with spiky black hair and a volleyball jacket on coming towards him.
"Hi??" Jon asked, curious as to who the boy was and why he was greeting him like an old friend.
"Oh, right. Forgot we haven't met. Kuroo." Kuroo said, reaching his hand out for the boy to shake.
"Jon." He said, reaching forwards and gripping the boys hand tightly. Much to his surprise, Kuroo's grip was tighter than he'd expected.
"I hear you're in Mrs.Nakamura's homeroom?" Kuroo asked causing Jon to furrow his eyebrows. How did this boy know who he was and which homeroom he was in?
"Maybe I am, why?" Jon asked, leaning back in on the bench he was sitting on.
"I heard that some people pay you to look out for them? Make sure they don't get picked on?" Kuroo asked, scratching the back of his neck. Jon looked at him confused on why the boy would be asking about something he used to do in middle school for extra cash.
"Oh uh, nah. I don't do that anymore. Why? You need protection? You look like you can handle yourself." Jon said, looking up at the boy who lightly chuckled, his face tinting a light pink.
"Oh no, not for me. It's for my best friend, brother more like. He has a history of getting picked on and I saw a bruise on him the other day so I kinda figured that was it. He's in your class, so I figured I'd ask." Kuroo explained causing Jon to click his tounge and nod, understanding where the boy was coming from.
"Who is it? I haven't seen anyone pick on anyone in my class at least." Jon asked causing Kuroo to look around, seemingly making sure the person they were talking about wasn't near them.
"He's hmm, Kenma Kozume? He's rather quiet so I don't know if you know him. He has half'n half hair, blonde and brown?" Kuroo said causing Jon's eyes to slightly widen in recognition.
"Yeah I know Kozume... he's getting picked on? Shit, he's not scared of me so I'd love to know who has the balls to pick on him." Jon mumbled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his packet of cigarettes.
"I'm not sure, he won't tell me... but listen, do me a favor, don't tell him about this little talk. Yeah?" Kuroo asked as Jon put a cigarette in between his lips.
"Oh of course, I wouldn't want him to hate me more. But hey, I'll keep an eye out. Sound good?" Jon asked as he fished the lighter from his pocket,
"Sounds perfect, thanks a lot man. I'll pay ya back sometime." Kuroo spoke as Jon lit the end of the cigarette in his mouth a blaze.
"Don't mention it, I'll see ya around, Kuroo. I gotta finish this before my trainer shows up." Jon said, giving a small salute to the boy who smiled at him and nodded, leaving the boy on the bench.
Jon sighed, leaning back and closing his eyes as he took in a drag of the cigarette, enjoying the relaxing feeling before hearing a motorcycle pull towards the school. His eyes snapped open, quickly putting the cigarette out on the ground next to him.
He watched his trainer pull to the curb next to the school, turning his motorcycle off and dismounted it. He pulled his helmet off, revealing his short blonde hair and many piercings. Kazuma Kurosawa made his way to his friend, looking at him with a cold stare as he did most of the time.
"Hey there, Jon." Kaz's deep, rumbling voice spoke, reaching out and dabbing the boy up before looking down at the ground, finding the still smoking, stomped cigarette.
"That's an extra ten laps, Rockhold." Kaz spoke causing Jon to groan and stand up. The two made their way towards the motorcycle, riding towards Kaz's gym.
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And that's first chapter of Knockout!! I really hope you all enjoyed it! Especially the little cameo from Kaz at the end there!! <3