Part 3 — The Breaking Point
Haruki lunged one last time, but Haruto was too fast.
A quick kick to Haruki's side broke his balance.
He stumbled, arms flailing, and fell to the floor with a thud.
Without hesitation, Haruto moved above him, seated firmly to control the space.
His fists rained down in rapid punches, precise and controlled, keeping Haruki pinned.
Thud after thud echoed through the classroom. Students froze, hearts pounding.
Haruki struggled beneath him, trying to push forward.
Haruto's fists hovered, ready to strike again, crimson eyes burning.
Before he could move, Arashi leapt in, grabbing Haruto's wrist in a firm, controlled grip—just like in the old street fights they'd seen in stories.
"Enough," Arashi said calmly.
"I'm not finished yet," Haruto growled, crimson eyes narrowing, voice low, tense.
Arashi tightened his grip, holding him steady. "It's enough, Haruto."
At the sound of his name, Haruto's eyes flickered—red pulsing through the silver—but he didn't stop. His expression changed, distant, almost dissociative, like he was somewhere else entirely.
Haruki saw the opening and took it. He swung a kick into Haruto's stomach.
The strike drove Haruto back, crimson flaring hotter, rage surfacing.
Before anyone could react further, a booming voice cut through the chaos:
"Enough!"
Raizo stepped forward, voice filling the room.
Arashi adjusted his hold, now grabbing Haruto with both arms, making it impossible for him to strike.
Haruki stumbled back, chest heaving, finally releasing his stance.
Arashi let go of Haruto's wrist slowly.
Haruto's expression shifted again, the crimson in his eyes dimming but not fully gone, leaving a quiet tension lingering around him.
He took a deep breath, then returned to his seat.
The classroom remained silent.
The moment had passed.
And almost immediately, the door slid open.