#[[gyutaro's going to make him eat the controllers lsghgfdh]]

[whirling-fangs]

"Are you... fucking kidding me!?" Gyutato was LIVID seeing the publicly.posted grades on the Academy board.

How the hell did that boar-head wearing punk beat him by 1%!?!? ( From @deathly-toxins :3 )

Further in the background, a certain little delinquent was smirking. His tie hung loosely from his neck, his collar only buttoned halfway up. Oh, he would be rubbing that single percent in the other's face for a long, long time.

"Look at that. Can't wait to know which class cost you the rank right there. I hope it's not biology. Would be pretty funny if a praying mantis couldn't tell the rest of the animals apart."

His shit-eating grin refused to fade from his lips, as he cast another glance at the grade board. Oh, he was eager to bring the good news home... but he wasn't quite done rubbing salt in the wound there.

"Wanna hit the arcade before we head home? So I can beat you at Street Fighter too? I mean, you're already a dumb loser, so how worse could it get?"