shattered life, REBORN

The morning sun cast a golden hue over the city as Hiroki and Peter walked side by side towards Hiroki's school. The streets were alive with students making their way, chatting and laughing, but Hiroki remained silent, his hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie. His once soft brown hair was now jet black, slightly unkempt, and his build had subtly changed—taller, leaner, with a quiet intensity that made him look like a completely different person. His cold, sharp eyes reflected nothing but calm indifference.

Peter stole a glance at him and smirked. "You really do look like a whole new person," he remarked. "Hikaru Morisawa. You sure you're ready for this?"

Hiroki—now Hikaru—didn't respond immediately. He exhaled softly, staring ahead at the school gates in the distance. "I have no choice," he finally muttered. "The old me died. This is just the beginning."

Peter chuckled, shoving his hands into his coat pockets. "Well, if you ask me, this might be fun. A fresh start, new identity. You can play any role you want."

Hikaru scoffed. "This isn't a game, Mr. Rasel. It's survival."

Peter raised a brow, amused. "Survival, huh? You say that, but you're walking in with that cool, detached attitude like some kind of protagonist in a movie."

Hikaru ignored him, his focus shifting to the approaching school building. His heart, though steady, carried the weight of what was to come. His past still clung to the back of his mind, but he wouldn't let it define him anymore. The boy who had once been Hiroki Mori was no more.

They reached the gates, students moving around them like a current. Some glanced at Hikaru, intrigued by the unfamiliar face. He pulled his hoodie up slightly, casting a shadow over his expression. It was better this way—no unnecessary interactions, no attachments.

Peter sighed dramatically. "Alright, kid. Let's get you officially enrolled. Try not to scare anyone off with that ice-cold glare of yours."

Hikaru smirked faintly. "No promises."

Peter turn to him slowly "I'm not jokin boy, I'm serious".

"fine fine" hikaru answered while rolling his eyes slowly.

With that, they stepped through the school gates, Hikaru's new life beginning with each step forward.

As Peter and Hikaru stepped into the grand halls of the school, they were met with the familiar chatter of students rushing between classes. The place felt alive, yet to Hikaru, it was nothing more than a battlefield—a place he had once lost everything but had now returned, unrecognizable, to reclaim his dignity.

Dressed in his new persona, Hikaru Morisawa blended perfectly with the crowd. His black hair, slightly taller frame, and colder, more distant gaze gave him an aura of quiet intimidation. The hoodie draped over his uniform added to the mysterious look, shielding him from unnecessary attention—at least for now.

Peter, walking beside him, seemed relaxed as always, but Hikaru knew better. The man was always aware of his surroundings, and right now, his sharp eyes scanned the area as if analyzing a chessboard before making the first move.

As they approached a group of students, Peter stepped forward. "Excuse me," he said, his voice calm but commanding. "Where can we find the principal's office?"

One of the students, a short girl with glasses, blinked in surprise before pointing toward the east hallway. "Just go straight and take the second right. It's at the end of the hall."

Peter gave a small nod of appreciation before he and Hikaru followed the direction given.

As they walked through the hall, Hikaru felt his pulse quicken slightly. He was about to meet the woman he had saved two weeks ago, the one he hadn't given much thought to since that night.

They reached the office door, which was slightly ajar. Before Peter could knock, a voice could be heard from inside.

It was a woman's voice—smooth, mature, and slightly playful.

"—Seriously, Yuki, you wouldn't believe it! Two weeks ago, I was in such a mess, and then these two guys showed up and saved me. The first one was kind of handsome, but the other one... my God."

There was a small pause before she continued, her voice becoming more dramatic.

"I'm telling you, he was majestic. Sexy. tall. muscular body. Hot as hell. The kind of man you dream about. I mean, I almost dreamed about him every night after that!"

Hikaru's expression remained unreadable, but Peter smirked, clearly entertained.

Before they could step away or knock, the woman continued, "Ugh, just thinking about it makes me feel so embarrassed. If I ever meet them again, I might just die from shame!"

At that moment, Peter pushed the door open.

The woman sitting behind the desk froze mid-laugh, her phone still held to her ear. The color drained from her face as she slowly turned her head, her eyes landing on the two men standing at the doorway.

Peter raised an eyebrow. "I hope we're not interrupting."

The woman's mouth fell slightly open as recognition hit her like a truck. Her cheeks instantly turned red—not just a soft blush, but full-on apple red.

Her eyes darted between Peter and Hikaru, realization sinking in at what she had just said aloud. For a moment, she was completely still, as if her brain had short-circuited.

Then, like a true professional, she took a deep breath, cleared her throat, and sat up straighter.

"Ahem!" She swiftly hung up the call and clasped her hands together, forcing a composed smile. "W-Welcome! You must be the new transfer student and his guardian!"

Peter smirked knowingly but didn't comment further, while Hikaru simply stared at her with cold, unamused eyes.

The woman, still trying to recover from her embarrassment, quickly got up from her seat and adjusted her glasses.

"I'm Principal Reina Takamura," she introduced herself, her voice steady again, though the redness on her face lingered.

She was a striking woman in her early thirties but face and body in twenties, possessing an air of elegance mixed with authority. Her long, dark blonde hair was tied up neatly, a few loose strands framing her sharp yet feminine face. Her eyes, a deep shade of amber, held intelligence and warmth, though at this moment, they were betraying a hint of embarrassment.

She wore a fitted blazer and pencil skirt that hugged her curvaceous figure—a woman with the perfect balance of beauty and power. It wasn't hard to believe that many students (and probably even teachers) had secret crushes on her.

Hikaru remained silent, but Peter extended a hand with his usual charismatic confidence. "Peter, Peter D Rasel, but ignore the D in the middle" he said smoothly. "And this is my son, Hikaru Morisawa."

Reina shook his hand, her grip firm despite the lingering awkwardness. Her eyes then shifted to Hikaru, examining him carefully.

"You seem… familiar," she noted, tilting her head slightly. "Have we met before?"

Hikaru finally spoke, his voice low and composed. "No, we haven't."

There was a brief silence before Reina nodded, seemingly accepting the answer. She gestured for them to sit.

As they settled in, she folded her hands on the desk and got straight to business.

"So, Hikaru, as a new transfer student, I'll need to process your paperwork and understand your situation better."

She glanced at Peter. "As his guardian, I assume you've handled all the necessary documents?"

Peter nodded. "Everything is in order. Hikaru will be starting immediately."

Reina tapped her pen against the desk before leaning forward slightly. "May I ask… why the sudden transfer? Changing school to school isn't something most students do unless there's a serious reason behind it."

A heavy silence filled the room.

Hikaru's expression darkened, his hands clenching slightly.

Peter, noticing the shift, spoke first. "He's been through a lot," he said simply. "Enough to make him leave behind everything."

Reina's brows furrowed, sensing the weight in his words. "How bad are we talking?"

Hikaru took a deep breath. His voice, when he finally spoke, was cold and devoid of emotion.

"Bad enough that my own family betrayed me."

Reina's eyes widened slightly.

"My mother. My sister. My best friend. My girlfriend," he continued, his voice eerily steady. "All of them… chose to betray me in the worst way possible."

Peter remained silent, letting Hikaru take control of his own story.

Hikaru's gaze turned sharper. "There's a video."

Reina's fingers tightened around her pen. "A video?"

"An 18+ video." Hikaru's words came out sharper, cutting through the air like a blade. "Starring my so-called loved ones. My mother, my sister, my best friend, and my ex-girlfriend—all in bed with the school's biggest bully. Kokojin."

The room fell into absolute silence.

Reina's breath hitched as the weight of his words sank in. She had heard of cruel betrayals before, but this… this was beyond comprehension.

"and actually, my name is hiroki mori, and i ran away from those who betrayed me. changing my name and also diet my hair from blonde to black" hikaru revealed his secret to her

Her hands trembled slightly, but she quickly clenched them into fists. "That's… unforgivable."

Hikaru's cold eyes locked onto hers. "And yet, they got away with it. But that's fine. Because as far as they're concerned, I'm dead."

Reina sat back, her mind racing.

Then, with a newfound determination burning in her gaze, she straightened.

"Hiroki, Mr. rasel," she said firmly, "you have my word. As principal of this school, I will personally make sure they get what they deserve."

For the first time, Hiroki allowed the corners of his lips to twitch upward slightly.

"i appreciate it miss," he said.

Peter chuckled, amused. "Seems luck is with us Hiroki."

Peter slowly turn to Reina with a soft smile "appreciate your help miss Takamura, thanks alot" thanking her with a calm and a bit low tone which made her blush instantly

"Y-YOUR W-W-WELCOME m-m-m Mr. Rasel, i-i-i-it at least i could do" she speak with nervousness and excitement which made her speak like that

with a one final warm smile from Peter, it was the shot to skip a beat.

"now if you excuse us, we're going now, let's go hiroki" Peter slowly stand up and hiroki followed him as well.

before Reina could ask him for his number, they already left, she sat and lean in the chair not getting the chance.

"AHHH, DAMN IT! I LOST MY CHANCE!" she hit the table softly while she sorrow a bit but it quickly vanish by rang of her phone, it was her friend yuki, she slowly pick it up and answer calmly

"hey reina! why did you hang up on me?" yuki asked.

"I met them, those who i were mentioned,"reina with playful but disappointed tone answered

yuki:"whoa whoa whoa, are you messing with me?"

Reina:"no yuki, i miss my chance, i got his name but not his number."

"yuki: ok now, just don't mess up again, another time-"

reina cut between her speak "he is younger then me," she sigh slowly "he is way younger then me, he is almost in his twenties, she won't even look at someone old as me,"

yuki:"ehh, but with your cute face, huge and curvy peaches and you big melons he won't reject you"

reina:"YUKI?!!!!!!"

Yuki:"hehehe, I'm just messing with you, now i gotta go, talk to you later, muah"

"yeah, bye", as Reina say goodbye to her friend, she slowly rest her head on the table.

"gosh, i wanna see him again" whispering to herself

back to Peter and hiroki

hiroki was infront of the door, the first class, he was still nervous, but now, he's nervousness vanished after knowing his a new person, a new name, a new Hiroki...

before Peter leaves, he told hiroki "just make sure to study boy, i know you don't like it, but it's for your own good, i have to leave, I'll return once your school is over"

hiroki just nod and saw Peter leave.

The moment Hikaru Morisawa stepped into the classroom, all eyes were on him.

His presence alone commanded attention. His jet-black hair, slightly taller build, and cold, unreadable eyes set him apart from the average student. The school uniform fit him well, but the hoodie draped over it added an air of mystery, as if he were someone who preferred to keep his distance from others.

For the girls in the class, it was like a rare gem had appeared before them.

"Who is he…?"

"He looks so cool."

"His eyes… they're so intense."

"and somehow, he looks handsome"

Some of them whispered excitedly, nudging each other, while a few tried to sneak glances at him without being obvious.

The boys, on the other hand, had a mix of reactions. Some envied his sharp features and confident walk, while others instinctively sensed that he wasn't someone to be taken lightly. A few, the more arrogant ones, scoffed and looked away, unwilling to admit they felt threatened by his presence.

However, the strangest reaction came from those who had known Hiroki Mori.

There was a moment of hesitation in their eyes. A flicker of doubt.

"He looks like Hiroki…"

"No way. Hiroki had brown hair, and he wasn't this tall."

"And his aura… it's completely different."

The thought lingered for a second before being dismissed. After all, Hiroki Mori had disappeared three months ago and they don't know where is he. There was no way this new guy, Hikaru Morisawa, could be him.

Hikaru walked toward an empty seat near the window, a seat that had once belonged to Hiroki Mori. His seat.

He sat down without a word.

The moment the first lecture began, the classroom slowly returned to normal, though the occasional glance was still thrown his way.

As soon as the lecture ended, a group of students immediately gathered around him.

"Hey, Hikaru, right? What do you think of the school so far?" one of them asked.

Another leaned in, curiosity shining in his eyes. "Yeah, it's rare for a transfer student to come in the middle of the year. You liking it here?"

Hikaru's cold gaze shifted toward them.

"It's fine," he replied simply, his voice composed yet distant.

Some of them expected him to say more, but he didn't. His few words carried a weight that made it clear he wasn't the type to engage in meaningless chatter.

Still, that only made some of the girls more intrigued.

One of the students, a boy who seemed particularly excited, asked, "Are you interested in any clubs? We have a lot of cool ones, like the baseball club, the literature club—"

"I'm in the S.H. Club," Hikaru interrupted.

His words made the air in the room shift.

A few students froze. Some exchanged glances.

"The S.H. Club…?" one of them murmured.

"That club… is that even a name?" another whispered.

For a moment, no one knew how to respond.

But then—

A single voice broke the murmurs. A voice Hikaru knew all too well. The sound of approaching footsteps.

And then—

"H-Hey! Why are you sitting in my precious boyfriend Hiroki's seat?!"

The entire classroom fell silent.

Nao stood in front of him, her hands on her hips, a look of pure indignation on her face.

Even after three months, she was still as herself as ever. Long, silky hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her expressive eyes burned with an entitled fury. To the entire school, she was still the princess—the untouchable beauty.

But to Hikaru, she was nothing more than a cheater and a whore from his past.

At first, he ignored her.

That only made her angrier.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" she snapped. "Who do you think you are, sitting there like you own the place? That seat belongs to my Hiroki—"

Hikaru finally turned to face her.

For the first time, Nao got a full look at his eyes.

And what she saw made her take a half-step back.

Dark. Icy. Hollow.

Something inside her stomach twisted.

But she pushed past it, straightening up. "Well? Aren't you going to move?"

The entire classroom held their breath.

Then—

A cold chuckle escaped Hikaru's lips.

Nao blinked. "W-What's so funny?"

He exhaled slowly, his expression unreadable. Then, in a voice so dark and chilling that it sent shivers down everyone's spine, he finally spoke.

"You're asking why I'm sitting here?"

Nao nodded hesitantly. "Yes."

Hikaru's lips curled into something between a smirk and a sneer.

"…Because the person who used to sit here no longer exists."

Nao's brows furrowed. "W-What do you mean?"

Hikaru leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering to a near whisper, yet everyone in the room could hear him.

"After you broke his heart and cheated on him…"

Nao's entire body stiffened.

"…he went to a bridge, called me, and said, 'I'm weak. I don't want to live like this.'"

The classroom was dead silent.

"I heard the sound of splashing water." Hikaru's voice was slow, deliberate, and merciless. "That's when I realized… he had jumped into the river."

Nao's breath hitched.

Her hands trembled.

The words. The weight. The finality of them.

Hikaru continued, his eyes dark and piercing.

"For three months, he's been missing. And if you're lucky, he's alive somewhere. But if he's dead…"

He leaned in closer.

"…I will turn your life into hell."

Nao's legs nearly gave out beneath her.

The once lively classroom felt like a graveyard.

No one spoke.

No one even breathed.

"and if you ask who i am, I'm an old friend of him, and now..." Hikaru pause for a second before continuing "get lost you stupid fucking whore, i don't wanna see a cheater who was the reason my friend hiroki died" speak in cold and threatening tone, a straight message to her face to leave

The school princess, the untouchable beauty, stood frozen in place, her face drained of color.

And Hikaru Morisawa…

The new transfer student…

Had just rewritten the story of Hiroki Mori's disappearance.

as nao quickly left, hikaru slowly sit again but then, all the students turn to him with nervousness

"dude, HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND?!"

wait, if hiroki is lost and nao is cheated, so that black guy is her new boyfriend!!!

"if it's true, then he is signed his straight form to DEATH"

"hold on, why are you so calm?"

hikaru didn't say anything but smirk and it was more like a sneer, since kukajin didn't know who he is gonna face

The Battle Between the Newcomer and the Tyrant

The School Day Continues

After Hikaru's cold and merciless words to Nao, the entire classroom had remained silent for a long time. Nobody dared to speak. Even Nao, the once prideful school princess, looked shaken.

But eventually, the school day moved forward.

The lunch break came. Hikaru spent most of it alone, choosing to eat in silence while students continued to steal glances at him. Some tried to approach, but the aura around him made it clear—he wasn't interested in small talk.

The remaining lectures passed, but the whispers about the transfer student who looked like Hiroki and his shocking words to Nao spread across the entire school like wildfire.

Some students felt a strange chill when they looked at him. Others felt admiration, envy, or a growing fear—the kind they once only felt in the presence of one man.

Kukajin. The school's feared bully.

But today… something was different. A storm was brewing.

After School – The Encounter

The sun had begun to set, casting an orange glow over the schoolyard. Most students had already left, but some lingered behind. Whispers and rumors had already spread across the school—a fight was about to happen.

And the reason?

Kukajin.

Hikaru was walking toward the school gate, his hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie, when a group of students suddenly blocked his path.

One of them, a massive African-American guy, stood in the center, his arms crossed.

Tall. Muscular. Intimidating.

It was none other than Kukajin—the bully of the school, the one who destroyed Hiroki's past life, and the guy who thought he owned everything.

The moment he spoke, his deep, arrogant voice cut through the air.

"Oi, transfer student."

Hikaru stopped walking but didn't react.

Kukajin smirked. "You're pretty brave, sittin' in my ex-bitch's man's seat and talkin' all high and mighty like you own the place."

A few students who had gathered to watch the scene gasped at Kukajin's words.

Hikaru, however, remained silent.

Kukajin's smirk widened. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" He took a step forward, towering over Hikaru. "Or are you just another weak-ass loser like that Hiroki kid?"

The moment he said that name, a shift happened in the air.

The students watching felt it.

The pressure.

Hikaru slowly lifted his gaze, his cold, unreadable eyes locking onto Kukajin's.

For the first time… Kukajin felt a strange sensation.

Something was off.

But he didn't back down. Instead, he lunged forward.

The Fight Begins

Kukajin threw a powerful punch straight at Hikaru's face.

But—

SWOOSH!

Hikaru tilted his head slightly, letting the punch graze past his cheek.

The moment Kukajin's fist missed, Hikaru exhaled.

BAM!

A lightning-fast counterpunch slammed into Kukajin's gut.

"GHUHH—?!"

Kukajin's eyes widened as air was knocked out of his lungs.

But before he could recover—

CRACK!

Hikaru's elbow smashed into his jaw, sending his head snapping to the side.

Kukajin staggered backward.

The crowd gasped.

"N-No way… Kukajin got hit!?"

"D-Did you see how fast that was?!"

But Kukajin wasn't done. He growled, anger flashing in his eyes.

"You… BASTARD!"

He charged forward again, swinging wildly.

This time—he connected.

SMASH!

A fist landed on Hikaru's ribs.

But… Hikaru barely reacted.

Instead, his cold eyes locked onto Kukajin.

And then—

CRACK!

Hikaru's fist slammed into Kukajin's nose, sending him stumbling backward again.

Blood started dripping down Kukajin's face.

The students watching couldn't believe their eyes.

This wasn't just a fight.

This was a humiliation.

For the first time in his life, Kukajin was losing.

The Humiliation

Kukajin panted, rage filling his body. He wiped the blood from his nose and charged again.

But this time—Hikaru was done playing.

BAM!

A brutal kick landed on Kukajin's leg, causing him to lose balance.

BAM!

A knee strike connected with his chest, sending him skidding backward.

Kukajin fell to his knees.

Silence.

No one had EVER seen this before.

Kukajin—the school's most feared bully—was on his knees.

And standing before him… was the new transfer student.

Hikaru slowly approached, his footsteps echoing.

Kukajin, breathing heavily, looked up in shock. He had lost.

He knew it.

The students knew it.

Everyone knew it.

But the final blow didn't come.

Instead—Hikaru did something worse.

He turned his back.

And started walking away.

He didn't even acknowledge Kukajin as a threat anymore.

That—more than any punch or kick—was the real humiliation.

As Hikaru walked away, a familiar voice suddenly called out.

Nao's Intervention

"Kukajin-senpai!"

Nao rushed forward, kneeling beside Kukajin.

She looked at him with concern, checking his injuries.

The watching students grinned.

"She called him senpai? Damn…"

"She's looking after him like a lost puppy."

"Kukajin just got put in his place."

The school bully—who once thought he ruled over everything—was now being pitied.

And the true ruler of the school… had just arrived.

Hikaru Morisawa.

The Departure

As the crowd murmured and laughed, Hikaru walked toward the school gate, where a sleek G-Class Mercedes was parked.

Standing beside it was Peter.

His golden eyes glanced at Hikaru as he approached.

Peter smirked. "You done playing good boy, just as we planned"

Hikaru exhaled and pulled open the car door.

Before getting in, Peter chuckled and spoke.

"i came at right time, before you actually send that guy to hell."

Hikaru didn't say a word.

He simply stepped into the car.

And as the G-Class pulled away, the entire school remained in shock.

A new king had arrived.

And his name… was Hikaru Morisawa.

Flashback: The Night Before the New Beginning

Location: Peter's mansion – The Night Before Hikaru's Transfer

A dim, warm light filled the modern apartment. Outside, the city's nightscape shimmered with neon and distant car horns. The air smelled of tea and freshly cooked food, but neither of the two people sitting in the living room cared about that.

Peter sat on the couch, one arm lazily draped over the armrest, golden eyes sharp and calculating. Across from him, Hiroki—or rather, the soon-to-be Hikaru Morisawa—sat with his arms crossed, his cold gaze fixated on the coffee table between them.

Peter took a slow sip of his tea before speaking.

"Tomorrow's a big day," he mused, setting the cup down. "You're walking into your old school, into the lion's den. They'll suspect you, question you, poke at your past… But that's fine. You'll turn their little doubts into ashes."

Hiroki didn't respond immediately. He stared at the floor, his expression unreadable.

"…I don't care about their suspicions," he muttered finally. "I just want to make sure she knows."

Peter smirked. "Nao."

Hiroki's fingers curled slightly.

"That girl… she played with my heart. Betrayed me without hesitation. She cried fake tears while sharing a bed with my bully. And when I was at my lowest, she laughed with them."

Peter observed Hiroki carefully, noting the dark fire in his eyes.

"…I want her to suffer, Mr. Rasel," Hiroki continued, his voice low, nearly a whisper. "I don't want her to just feel regret. I want her to be haunted by it. To break under it. To never escape it."

Silence.

Then—Peter grinned.

"You're learning," he said, leaning forward. "And I have the perfect script for you."

Hiroki looked up.

Peter picked up his glass and swirled the remaining tea as he spoke, his voice smooth as silk.

"You're going to play the role of an old friend of Hiroki Mori. Someone who knew him well. Someone who heard his final words."

Hiroki's breath hitched slightly.

Peter's golden eyes gleamed in the dim light.

"When she asks why you're sitting in his seat, you will ignore her at first. Make her ask again. Make her impatient. She's used to being answered right away—deny her that. Let her reach for you, try to touch you—and then reject her."

Peter smirked.

"And when you finally speak… make it cold. Make it venomous. Tell her that Hiroki Mori is dead. That he stood on a bridge, called you, and said—'I'm weak. I don't want to live like this.' Tell her that you heard the sound of water splashing. That his body was never found."

Hiroki clenched his fists.

Peter leaned in further.

"Let that sink into her mind. Let her feel it coil around her heart like a viper. And then…"

He raised his glass slightly.

"Tell her that you wish Hiroki was alive. Because if he were—"

His smile darkened.

"—he would turn her life into hell."

The room fell silent.

The only sound was the ticking of a clock.

Hiroki exhaled slowly, his hands trembling slightly—not from fear, but from the sheer weight of the words.

He could already picture it.

Nao's face draining of color.The school watching in shock.The whispers.The guilt consuming her, festering like a wound that would never heal.

A slow smirk crept onto Hiroki's lips.

"…I like it."

Peter laughed softly and raised his tea.

"Good. Then tomorrow… deliver it perfectly."

Hiroki closed his eyes for a moment.

When he opened them again—he was Hikaru Morisawa.

End of Flashback

With those words in his mind, Hikaru sat in the G-Class beside Peter, staring out of the window as they left the school.

Everything had gone exactly as planned.

Nao's eyes—the guilt, the shock, the creeping realization of what she had done.

Hikaru smirked slightly to himself.

That was only the beginning.

Peter glanced at him and chuckled. "Enjoying the first step?"

Hikaru exhaled, his smirk lingering.

"…Yeah."

And as the city lights flickered past them, Hikaru Morisawa knew—his revenge had only just begun.

To be continue...