"Yuuto!" his mother called out as he stood behind the police, his face stricken with disbelief.
"Why... Why are you doing this... to me!?"
"Mom, I didn't do what he's saying! I don't even know what he's talking about!" he shouted, his voice tight with alarm, concern etched deep in his features.
She looked down, lips pressed together, confusion tightening her brows.
'I promised myself... I wouldn't leave him again. But… if everything he told me that night was a lie… then…'
"Enough," the teacher interjected, stepping into the doorway, placing a hand gently on her shoulder—as if to steady her.
Yuuto's fingers flinched. He took a single step forward, his body instinctively closing the distance between them—his chest nearly brushing against her. His eyes drifted downward for just a second.
'They get bigger every time I look... Sheesh, what a sight.'
The teacher's tongue grazed the corner of his lips, almost unnoticeably.
"You've put your poor mother through enough," he said with mock concern. "I'm ashamed of you—as your teacher."
In that moment, as Yuuto watched him gently press his hand against her shoulder, guiding her confusion with his fabricated narrative, something inside him stilled.
She didn't look at Yuuto.
She didn't push the teacher's hand away.
He decided then...
The homeroom teacher... wouldn't get off easy.
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"...Fine." Yuuto exhaled in front of the officers, swallowing his rage. "Search whatever you want. I didn't record anyone."
The two officers exchanged a glance and nodded.
"My partner and I will conduct a full search—your computer, phone, and room," one said. Then he stepped forward, reaching into his belt.
"For safety, though..."
The cuffs came out.
His mother gasped, recoiling. The teacher smirked, his hand still draped over her shoulder.
Clack.
The metal snapped shut around Yuuto's wrists.
'Heh... Good.'
'Even if he hid the footage or tossed the notebook, it won't matter. That image—him in cuffs—will burn itself into his hot mom's head.'
'That he's a criminal... nothing more.'
The teacher watched with a twisted grin as the officer escorted Yuuto inside.
"Wow, teacher," Yuuto muttered coldly, walking ahead with his wrists chained. His eyes didn't meet him—his voice carried just enough bite.
"You really like cuddling with my mom, don't you? Is that why you framed me for this?"
He tilted his head, the corner of his mouth twitching into a bitter sneer.
"So you'd get more chances to lay your hands on her?"
His mother gasped, stunned—her face pale with disbelief.
The teacher flinched, instantly pulling his hand off her shoulder.
"Y-YOU LITTLE SHIT! HOW DARE YOU—"
"ENOUGH!"
The officer barked and smacked the back of Yuuto's head.
"You have the right to remain silent. Exercise it."
The teacher eased up as Yuuto recoiled slightly from the hit.
He chuckled to himself.
'Heh. Yeah… That's all you've got left, huh? Taunts.'
'You know it's over, you smug little freak. Your end's coming.'
'And I'll be right here to watch it.'
He turned to Yuuto's mother with a sudden shift in tone—soft, practiced, sympathetic.
"A-Ah… I'm truly sorry, miss. It seems… I've failed as his educator."
He extended a hand again, gently reaching for her shoulder.
"I only want what's best for your son. I bear no ill will—"
She recoiled on instinct, brushing his hand away—not violently, but firmly.
"I… Let's just follow the officers, okay?"
Her voice was weak. Her smile even weaker.
Face pale, she walked past him without waiting.
They made their way to Yuuto's room.
The boy kept his head down as the officers moved quickly, methodically.
His computer.
His phone.
His drawers.
Old SD cards, flash drives—every hidden compartment they could find.
Yuuto stood quietly with his backpack hanging off his cuffed wrists.
The teacher lingered just outside the doorway, pretending not to listen.
Yuuto glanced sideways at his mother, then at the officers.
"...Mom," he said, voice low.
"Do you really believe I did something like this?"
Her breath stilled as she watched them search his room.
She looked at the officers.
"...No boy should have his privacy compromised," she let out. "But Yuuto. You did it, didn't you? If you admit it, maybe you'll get a lighter sentence."
"So, you do believe it?" he asked flatly.
"...I believe," she breathed as she looked straight, "That a teacher wouldn't call the police on you for no reason. That you're a little confused, and need guidance... And... That I'm not fit for such guidance."
"I'm... sorry, Yuuto. I've failed you as your mother."
Yuuto looked down, a subtle sigh.
'...Yeah. Figured as much.'
They both looked down, unable to meet each other's gaze.
'...So why does it still feel like shit hearing her say that?'
He thought to himself.
'I knew she'd say it, after all.'
A few minutes later.
"...Nothing. Just normal stuff. There's still a receipt for buying a camera. That's the one we confiscated last time, right?" one of the police officers called out.
The mother gulped.
"Yes..."
"...Look in his credit card history," one of the cops said. Then, glancing at Yuuto:
"Sorry, kid. That's what past felons get."
Yuuto didn't respond.
His mother hugged herself tightly.
They were going to find something.
Outside the door, the teacher quietly called Yuuno.
"Alright. Now."
A knock echoed through the door moments later.
"You're... the police, right!?" a voice called out, rushed and trembling.
The two officers and Yuuto turned toward the hallway.
His mother joined them.
"I'm sorry...!!" the boy gasped as he stumbled in through the door—on his knees.
Yuuno.
"I saw the cars here, and I had to come immediately..." he breathed.
"Slow down, son. What's the matter?" one of them asked, stepping forward.
"He..." he breathed, looking at Yuuto. "He's planning to attack my sister!" He pointed directly at him.
Yuuto sighed, eyes falling to the floor in quiet defeat.
"Young man," one of the officers said, tone firm, "That is a serious accusation. Do you have any proof?"
"Y-... Yes... I..." Yuuno stammered, trying to look frantic. "I really didn't mean to—It was open, and I just happened to see it...! A notebook! In his backpack!"
He widened his eyes, looking at the bag Yuuto was carrying.
Yuuto's eyes snapped open, stunned.
"There's nothing in my backpack! What are you talking about!?" he cried, voice rising in alarm—a reaction too genuine to fake.
His mother gasped. Her brows furrowed.
'Ahhhhh... Gotcha~... Yuu-kun.'
Yuuno thought to himself with an inner smirk.
'There wasn't just stuff about my sister... I skimmed through, but I saw it—notes about blackmailing the teacher too. This... this is your end.'
Without warning, Yuuno lunged forward, slamming Yuuto to the ground. Yuuto's mother gasped.
"YUUTO!" She shouted.
"YOUNG MAN!! STOP!!" one of the officers shouted as Yuuno tore the backpack from Yuuto's arms, violently dumping its contents across the floor.
A thin black notebook slid out and landed with a dull thud.
The label read: PLAN OF ATTACK
'THERE IT IS!!!'
Yuuno thought, almost licking his lips in satisfaction as he kept Yuuto pinned.
Yuuto didn't resist.
"ENOUGH!!" one of the officers barked, grabbing Yuuno by the shoulder and yanking him back.
But in that instant, Yuuno twisted just enough to snatch the notebook off the floor.
"NO...!!! DON'T—DON'T LOOK IN THERE! THERE'S NOTHING!" Yuuto shouted in desperation.
"There's just manga drawings…!! PLEASE!!" he begged, voice cracking.
Yuuno held up the notebook like a trophy, waving it in front of Yuuto's mother and the police.
Behind the door, the teacher watched through the gap, a slow grin spreading across his face.
He smirked in the shadows.
'Heh. Beautiful. You're done, brat.'
Yuuto's mother looked down at him—her son, on the floor, handcuffed, pleading.
"Oh..." she whispered, heart trembling.
"Yuuto... Why... Why are you doing this to me..? Please... Just stay quiet... Don't make it worse."
"MOM!" he screamed, eyes wild.
"Please, don't look at it! It's not what you think!"
"BE SILENT!"The officer barked, snatching the notebook out of Yuuno's hands.
He flipped it open immediately, eyes narrowing as he began skimming through it.
Page by page.
Word by word.
'It's over…' Yuuno thought, his confidence surging.
'Now to watch her cry. Watch him break. Watch it all end.... Haah... How sweet. I've enjoyed playing with you, Yuu-kun~.'
Yuuto's mother collapsed to her knees.
One hand covered her mouth.
Tears welled in her eyes as Yuuto said nothing. Silent. Still.
"I'm sorry, miss," Yuuno said gently, his voice soft, almost remorseful.
"I didn't mean for it to come to this—"
But his words were cut short by the sound of a sigh.
A long, tired sigh from the officer reading the notebook.
"..."
He turned to his partner.
"Come take a look at this."
'...?' Yuuno blinked, confused.
He stepped closer, watching the officers slowly shake their heads.
One of them even facepalmed.
Yuuto's mother stared at them, lips trembling, lost.
'...Something's wrong…'
The teacher narrowed his eyes, watching through the crack in the doorway.
'What the hell is going on...?'
The officers looked between each other… then down at Yuuto—still lying on the ground, staring at the ceiling with a lifeless gaze.
No fear or tension. Just cold silence.
"..." One of them stepped forward, kneeling beside Yuuto as he pulled out the keys to the cuffs.
"...Kid, can you sit up, please?" The officer asked gently.
His mother gasped as Yuuno went pale.
Something was very, very wrong.
"...Kid?" The officer repeated. Not rushing or urging.
Yuuto pursed his lips and swallowed, sniffing once—barely.
"It's alright," the officer said gently, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"...E...eh...?" His mother's voice cracked as she watched, completely bewildered as Yuuto slowly sat up, keeping his eyes lowered, made sure no one could see his face.
The officer knelt behind him and removed the cuffs without a word; the sound of the metal unclicking felt like thunder in the silence.
The officer then stood up slowly and backed away.
"WHY ARE YOU LETTING HIM GO!! YOU SAW IT, RIGHT?!" Yuuno shouted, voice cracking as he pointed frantically toward the boy on the floor.
One of the officers quietly handed the PLAN OF ATTACK notebook to Yuuto's mother.
"You should… trust your son a little, miss," he said with a sigh.
Yuuto's mother took the notebook with trembling hands.
She looked down.
Her eyes scanned the first page.
They widened. Her face went pale as she saw the contents.
PLANS OF ATTACK:
1. [STALL MOM]
2. [MAKE RICE CURRY BEFORE SHE GETS HOME]
3. [WASH THE DISHES BEFORE SHE FINISHES HER MEAL]
'W..What..?' She gasped, flipping another page.
1. [SHOW UP TO HER WORK UNEXPECTEDLY, SAY I LOVE YOU]
2. [BUY FLOWERS]
3. [TAKE OUT THE TRASH]
4. [ASK THE STORE MANAGER AGAIN FOR A JOB]
5. [USE JOB MONEY TO HELP WITH GROCERIES AND SHOPPING]
6. [USE LEFTOVER MONEY TO BUY HER A GIFT]
7. [SHE LIKES STUFFED TOYS <3]
Her hands shook and the notebook slipped from her grasp, hitting the floor with a dull clack.
She didn't chase after it.
She just stared.
Frozen.
"Since he harassed your sister, I understand," one officer said to Yuuno, "but this… this is a serious offense." He pulled out his cuffs.
"You're coming with us to the precinct."
Yuuno's eyes widened as he felt the officer's voice sharpen. "As well as your teacher. I'm curious what exactly he claimed that he was filmed doing—considering there's no evidence of a camera anywhere. Not on his debit card, not on his mother's, not in this house. No footage. No files." He let out, staring Yuuno down.
A full beat of silence.
"WAIT A MINUTE!!! THIS... THIS WAS THE NOTEBOOK, I SWEAR!!!" Yuuno screamed, pointing in panic. "He had plans here to attack me, my sister, my best friend—!"
"Officer," Yuuto said suddenly.
Quiet. Calm.
Everyone turned to look at him. He kept his head lowered and hidden away from view.
"Just… take me to juvie," he rasped. His voice was hoarse, low.
"I did something terrible to his sister, just like he said. And… if I were him, I wouldn't forgive me either." He admitted as his shoulders dropped. "And if you take me away… my mom's life will get a little easier too."
A sharp gasp escaped her lips. Her hand reached toward him—but didn't move. She couldn't find it in her to place her hand on him.
"I'm a failure as a son," he added softly.
'YOU…!!!!!' Yuuno's jaw tightened.
His teeth grit as his body trembled.
'YOU BASTARD…!!!!!'
'YOU… YOU PLANNED THIS…!!!!!!!!!!!'
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Yuuno couldn't help himself, and lunged at Yuuto.
But one of the officers immediately stepped between them, arm raised.
"IF YOU HURT HER—YOU'RE DEAD!! YOU HEAR ME!? DEAD!!" The officer shoved him back, locked his arms, and pinned him.
"You take the other one," he said to his partner, nodding toward the door.
The other officer nodded, guiding the dazed teacher out. And soon enough, they all left.
The house grew quiet.
Now… it was only Yuuto and his mother.
"Y-Yuuto…" Her voice cracked. The words stumbled from her lips. "A-Are you hung—"
But Yuuto was already on his feet.
"I'm sorry, Mom," he said quietly; his eyes refusing to meet hers, "I… I need some air." His voice rasped as he wore a weak, forced smile.
He turned and left the room.
"I… I'm… I'm… s-sorry…!" she called out, but the door was already closed.
She collapsed in place, wanting to run after him—more than anything - but her legs wouldn't move.
She couldn't get up.
As for Yuuto…
He stepped out into the late afternoon air. The cuffs were gone. His hands were free.
And his eyes—cold and steady—held nothing but grim satisfaction.
He looked toward his path with a subtle, wicked smirk.
'Eat shit, blonde dirtbag,' he thought to himself.
And walked away. 'Now...' He sighed.
'To destroy him.'