As the study group continued, the atmosphere was a mix of focus and friendly competition. Hajime remained as relaxed as ever, confident in his abilities, while Bondo dove into his studies with newfound determination. The others couldn’t help but be entertained, eager to see who would come out on top in

  this unexpected exam battle. Exam week had arrived, and the school was abuzz with a mix of tension and determination. Students shuffled through hallways with stacks of notes, some frantically cramming last-minute facts, while others wore confident expressions, ready to face the challenges ahead.

  The music club members were no different, each approaching the exams in their own unique way.

  Day 1: Literature and History

  Hajime strolled into the exam room with his usual calm demeanor, unfazed by the weight of the tests. He noticed Bondo at the front of the room, flipping through a review book one last time.

  "Ready to lose, Bondo?"

  Bondo smirked but didn’t look up. "You wish. I’ve been prepping for this all week. Get ready to treat us to the best dinner ever."

  The bell rang, and the exam began. Hajime barely glanced at his papers, his pen moving swiftly and confidently. Bondo, on the other hand, was laser-focused, his determination palpable.

  Meanwhile, Daka, sitting a few seats away, looked like he was fighting for his life. He stared at a particularly tricky history question, muttering, "Who even cares what year that war happened? It’s not like I’m going to need this later…"

  Rizra, seated behind him, whispered sharply, "Stop complaining and write something down before you run out of time."

  Day 2: Math and Science

  The next day brought the dreaded math and science exams. Yosuke, Yu, and Angel were in their element, their pencils flying across the pages as they solved equations and diagrams with ease.

  Daka’s situation was less promising. He stared at a complex equation, his brain frozen.

  "Why does this look like another language?"

  he whispered to himself.

  From across the room, Hajime smirked, already halfway through his paper. Bondo was scribbling furiously, occasionally muttering formulas under his breath.

  Rizra finished early and leaned back, watching Daka struggle. She didn’t say anything but gave him a pointed look as if to say, "I told you so."

  When the exam results were posted, the music club swarmed the bulletin board in eager anticipation. The rankings were prominently displayed, and at the very top was Hajime, with an A+ in every subject. His scores weren’t just impressive—they were flawless.

  The room filled with gasps and whispers as students noticed his name.

  "He’s a genius!" one exclaimed.

  "Did you see his math score? I didn’t even know some of those equations existed!" another added.

  Bondo, standing next to Hajime, stared at the board in disbelief. "How… How did you manage this?!"

  Hajime shrugged, his usual calm smirk on his face. "I told you, I didn’t need to study."

  Sockoo smiled brightly, clapping her hands. "I knew you could do it, Hajime! That’s amazing!"

  Daka, on the other hand, groaned loudly as he found his own name near the bottom of the list, barely scraping by with a passing grade. He turned to Rizra, who was giving him a smug look.

  "Don’t say it," Daka muttered.

  "I told you to focus," Rizra replied, crossing her arms.

  Meanwhile, Yu, Yosuke, and Angel celebrated their solid scores, with Yu patting Hajime on the back. "You really set the bar high for all of us."

  Hajime turned his attention to Bondo, who was still staring at the board in defeat.

  "So," Hajime said, a playful glint in his eye. "Looks like I won. When’s dinner?"

  Bondo groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. Name the place. Just… don’t bankrupt me, okay?"

  The music club laughed, and Sockoo nudged Hajime. "Be nice, Hajime. Don’t make him take you somewhere too fancy."

  Hajime chuckled, the tension from the exams fading away as the group walked off together. Despite the teasing and challenges, the music club had proven they could tackle anything—whether it was exams or the battles they faced outside of school.The next day, the music club gathered in their usual spot, but there was a noticeable absence—Daka and Makoto were missing.

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  Rizra smirked, leaning back in her chair. "Well, looks like someone didn’t study hard enough."

  Angel giggled softly. "I heard they both have to attend makeup classes all week."

  "Serves them right," Yosuke chimed in, flipping through a manga. "Makoto spent more time trying to teach me tricks to skip classes than actually studying. And Daka... well, you know Daka."

  Sockoo tilted her head, looking at Hajime. "Are you going to check on them?"

  Hajime sighed, adjusting his chair lazily. "Nah. They brought this on themselves. Besides, Makoto will probably just sleep through half of it, and Daka will try to argue his way out of every lecture."

  Just as he finished speaking, the clubroom door burst open, and Daka stumbled in, his face a mix of annoyance and exhaustion.

  "This is torture!" he groaned, slumping onto the nearest chair. "They expect me to sit still for hours and listen to things I’ll never use!"

  Rizra raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you mean like the things that got you to pass your exams?"

  Daka waved her off, muttering something under his breath, when Makoto strolled in behind him, looking surprisingly unfazed.

  "You don’t look like someone who just survived makeup classes," Yu pointed out.

  Makoto grinned, pulling out a snack from his bag. "Because I didn’t. I just charmed my way through it. Teacher let me off early."

  "Seriously?!" Daka exclaimed, glaring at him. "I’m stuck doing actual work while you get to slack off?"

  Makoto shrugged. "Hey, not my fault you didn’t inherit my charm."

  The room erupted into laughter, and even Daka eventually cracked a smile. Despite the teasing, the music club was happy to have their chaotic duo back, even if they still had a long way to go when it came to academics.As the club settled back into their usual banter, Daka noticed something—or rather, —outside the clubroom window. A guy with striking black hair with yellow streaks, standing casually under a nearby tree, was staring directly at Hajime through the window.

  Daka frowned, nudging Hajime. "Hey, do you know that guy? He’s been eyeing you like you owe him money."

  Hajime looked up lazily and followed Daka’s gaze. The moment he locked eyes with the guy, his heart skipped a beat. That face, those streaks—it was eerily familiar.

  The figure didn’t wait for an invitation. He walked toward the clubroom door, opened it, and stepped inside with an air of confidence. His presence commanded attention, and the room went quiet.

  "Hajime," the stranger said, his voice calm but firm. "It’s been a while... big brother."

  Everyone’s jaws dropped."Big brother?!" Sockoo echoed, looking at Hajime in shock.

  Hajime’s eyes narrowed as memories started flooding back. He stood up slowly, his expression unreadable. "Ichika?"

  The guy smirked. "So you remember me. That’s good. I was beginning to think you’d forgotten your little brother."

  The tension in the room was palpable. Rizra, ever suspicious, stood protectively near Hajime. "Who are you, and what do you want with him?"

  Ichika ignored her, his gaze fixed solely on Hajime. "We have things to talk about, Hajime. Family things."

  Hajime clenched his fists. "Family?" His tone was bitter. "You mean the same family that left me behind?"

  Ichika’s smirk faded slightly, replaced by a more serious expression. "It wasn’t like that, and you know it."

  Before Hajime could respond, Daka stepped between them, his arms crossed. "Okay, hold up. If you’ve got something to say, say it here. No sneaking off and causing more drama."

  Ichika glanced around at the rest of the music club, then back at Hajime. "Fine. But don’t blame me if they hear things you’ve been trying to forget."

  The air grew heavier as everyone braced themselves for whatever bombshell Ichika was about to drop.

  As the tension escalated, Emily's eyes narrowed as she studied Ichika more closely. Something wasn’t right. A faint, ominous aura began to seep from him, curling like dark smoke around his form. His once-confident smirk now looked strained, and his eyes flickered unnaturally with a golden hue.

  Emily raised her hand, pointing at Ichika. "Wait. Something's wrong with him."

  Everyone turned to look at her.

  "What are you talking about?"

  Emily stepped forward cautiously, her eyes glowing faintly as she activated her analysis ability. "His magic... it's corrupted. There's a strange energy mixed in, like it’s not entirely his own."

  Ichika flinched at her words, his smirk vanishing completely. "Mind your business, little girl,"

  Emily didn’t back down. "This isn’t normal. That corruption... it’s feeding on you. How long have you been like this?"

  Ichika clenched his fists, his aura intensifying. The dark energy began spiraling outward, causing the air in the room to grow heavy. His voice was strained as he growled, "I don’t need your pity. I’m fine."

  But Hajime stepped forward, his expression hardening. "Ichika. What’s going on with you? Why are you like this?"

  Ichika glared at him. "You wouldn’t understand, Hajime. You’ve been too busy playing house with these people while the rest of us dealt with the world."

  Rizra instinctively stepped in front of Daka, who was about to approach Ichika. "Stay back,""That energy is unstable."

  Hajime narrowed his eyes, his flames sparking faintly around his legs. "If you think I’m just going to stand here and let you hurt my friends, you’re wrong."

  Ichika let out a hollow laugh. "Hurt them? I didn’t come here to hurt anyone.""But if they get in my way... I won’t hold back."

  Emily took a step closer, her voice steady but firm. "Ichika, you need help. Whatever’s happening to you—it’s not something you can control on your own."

  Ichika’s corrupted aura flared again, and this time, a crackling wave of energy shot out, forcing everyone to shield themselves. "I don’t need anyone’s help!"

  Hajime didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward, planting himself firmly in front of the group. His flames ignited around his legs, glowing fiercely. "Ichika, if you won’t listen, then I’ll stop you myself."

  Ichika’s corrupted magic surged, and he smirked faintly through the chaos. "You can try, big brother."

  The room erupted in a clash of flames and corrupted energy as Hajime and Ichika faced off, the rest of the music club scrambling to keep the growing destruction at bay. Hajime’s heart tightened as he watched Ichika struggle against the dark, corrupting magic swirling around him. The sight of his younger brother—someone he had thought he’d lost forever—now fighting against something so powerful, so uncontrollable, shook him deeply. The anger and intensity that had once driven him seemed to fade in the face of the growing concern for Ichika’s well-being.