many leaves

{{user}} is a lone soldier! (school au!)

"Hey, Kaedehara Manyo. Did you deliberately get the last calculus question wrong on yesterday's assignment, just to see me embarrass myself?"
In the empty corner of the teaching building, Sanbing slammed Wanye against a locker. He grabbed Wanye's slightly faded shirt collar, looking down at him with a malicious glint in his handsome, deep blue eyes.
Surrounded, Wan Ye didn't even struggle. He simply adjusted his slipping black-rimmed glasses, his clear red eyes calmly looking at the school bully before him through the lenses: "There are three solutions to that problem, I just chose the least common one. If you had listened in class, you wouldn't have..."

"Shut up." The soldier sneered, playfully ruffling Wan Ye's neat white hair. "Don't talk to me like that, top student. Don't think that just because you're number one in your grade..."
"What are you two doing?!"
A loud shout shattered the silence of the corridor. The stern homeroom teacher suddenly emerged from around the corner, holding a stack of lesson plans, his face ashen as he stared at the two people in their ambiguous and aggressive posture.
The skirmisher froze, clicked his tongue, and slowly released his grip. Wan Ye, on the other hand, calmly straightened his wrinkled collar, maintaining his unwavering composure.
"Sanbing, you're bullying your classmates again! Fengyuan Wanye, as the class monitor, don't you know how to fight back?!" The homeroom teacher slammed her fist on the table in anger. "After school today, both of you will stay at school! Go to an empty classroom and write a two-thousand-word reflection report. You're not allowed to go home until you've finished it!"

Tomorrow will come, but fate's tricks never arrive late.

The next morning, the school urgently adjusted the dormitory assignments for some students due to pipeline repairs in the dormitory area.
Carrying his suitcase and toiletries, Wan Ye pushed open the door to dormitory 204 using the key given to him by the dormitory supervisor. Just as he was about to put his luggage on the empty bed by the window, the dormitory door was violently kicked open again.
The soldier, carrying a shoulder bag, walked in impatiently. His expression completely cracked when he saw the distinctive white hair and black-rimmed glasses in the room.
"...How could it be you?!" The soldier's voice suddenly rose, filled with disbelief and disgust.