In Namimori Middle School, The Gardening Club is an oddity talked about under hushed voices. There's only one member of the club since an infamous incident two years ago. The Captain of the Gardening Club is a mixed race and talks with the occasional Osaka accent despite being born in Namimori.
There's a rumour, that if you wish to know something pertaining to Namimori, the mysterious gardening club is the way to go.
Perhaps, the mysterious captain would answer you- all for a price.
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Yukimura Eitou, after twists and turns, became the captain of the Gardening Club. He's a good natured senior with a lax attitude, and may be a bit more petty than a normal person- but he feels very comfortable here.
The reason? He used to be a passionate 25 years old teacher concerned about the wellbeing of youths- before dying pathetically in a gang war involving his previous students.
Now a youth again, Eitou swears to live a fulfilling life, return back to the path of teachers, and start teaching wayward youths-... Who's this... Sawada Tsunayoshi?
The previously excited reincarnator slowly withdrew his aspirations and slashes marks in his regret book, "..."
Isn't this that mafia anime he used to watch as a hot-blooded teen???
Senior Yukimura tearfully shook his head, 'I don't know, I don't know, I really don't know!'
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A cute and comedic story about a reincarnator underestimating the ability of gangster teens and magic mafias in filling brain holes.
This is the rewritten (better!) version of Boys Will Be Boys
DISCLAIMER: This book will contain foul language and general idiocy. I started writing this almost six years ago, and many of the writing techniques and actual content are no longer representative of me as a writer. Nonetheless, I do hope it makes you happy to read.
CW/TW: (internalized and general) homophobia, other TWs are specified as needed in chapters
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"You good Keke?"
I felt a hand slap my back and looked up excitedly, lips splitting into a grin when Lukas dragged a stool over next to mine. He nudged me with his shoulder, a small smile on his lips.
"Don't fucking call me that, and yeah, 'm alright," I yawned, resting my head on my forearm and leaning so I could meet Lukas' eyes.
"Just tired and sore" I admitted, letting my legs dangle so I could knock them into Lukas' in a repetitive pattern. He looked down in surprise, which soon turned to determination as we waged a silent war between who could kick each other harder and evade the other's attack.
"Yeah, I'm still sore from last night too" Lukas murmured, wincing when I got him in the shin.
"Same here" DJ piped in, echoed quietly by Roger who was still lost in his own world.
"You guys make it sound like we had a massive orgy last night"