I Hate Everything About You (Bianca/Valo)

A couple days after the sexual education incident, Kenji found himself strolling through the halls during lunchtime. He'd already eaten and was walking off his meal. Very few of his fellow students paid him any mind, which was an occurrence he'd gotten used to since his arrival. The easterner hadn't exactly picked up much of a reputation, seeing as his renown from his homeland hadn't accompanied him to the United States, much to his relief. It allowed him to have a relatively tame daily life, at least when he wasn't pounding thugs or investigating missing girls.

Today however, something was different. As Kenji made his way through the building, he overheard students talking to one another, which in itself wasn't anything new, but the subject was something that sounded familiar.

"Did you hear about that Russian lady's first class?" asked one lad to another.

"Sex ed, right?" his companion fired back, continuing "Yeah, I heard she made her kids put condoms on fruit."

"Uh-huh. I heard she let 'em mess around afterward. You know that Lucani girl? Grey hair?"

That caught Kenji's interest. He picked an unoccupied space on the wall and leaned against it, looking as if he was waiting for someone to avoid looking out of place while he continued to listen. "Dude, she'd clock you if you called her hair 'grey'."

"After sex ed? I dunno, man," continued the first boy, smirking, "She got in a race with some other kid, I heard he was asian. They smacked into eachother and hit the floor, but she bounced her head off a desk."

"Ooh! Bet that's not her first headache," the second student cracked, the both of them sharing a quick laugh.

"That ain't all, though. Word is, the teacher strangled her with condoms afterward."

"No shit?"

"No fuckin' shit. Can't be that tough if she let someone choke her out with rubbers, right?" The two of them shared another laugh, oblivious to Kenji's presence nearby, along with everyone else. He scratched his neck, regretting that he hadn't done a little more for his classmate. He'd offered to help her up and asked after her head, sure, but perhaps a trip to the nurse's office might've been in order. Or perhaps that would've been excessive; it was a head bump, not an open wound. Still, he continued listening in to see if they'd say more.