There he was, standing. He was rubbing the back of his head, probably due to pain. Y/n looked over at the biker, who was slowly standing up, she then looked back at the student at the door. Suddenly, Mondo ran towards him and embraced him in a big hug. "Welcome back, Taka." Y/n said. Taka hugged Mondo back. The class heard a faint "Bro..." from the both of them. "Ah, yes. Bromance." Y/n mumbled to herself with a smile. Byakuy seemed to hear and looked at her with a concerned face.

After a while, everyone went their own way. Y/n went to get dressed to go train with Chijiro, Mondo, Sakura, and maybe even Taka if Mondo had told him. She put on her [favorite color] training suit and headed to the training room.

She arrived and opened the door. "*Hola niñoss! Ya llegue!" Y/n announced. "What?" Mondo asked. "I said I'm here." Y/n clearified. "Hola niños... ya... llegue?" Chihiro said, trying to pronounce the words correctly. "Yess! Thats right!" Y/n cheered, "Anyways, I see you brought Taka along. Now we have a fair amount of people!" After doing Mondo's very tiring warm up, Sakura led the group into her own routine. Five minutes passed.

Then ten.

Then fifteen.

Then twenty.

"Wait wait wait. I need a break. Hold on. Imma die." Y/n said, laying on the floor. "Give us... a minute... to rest..." Chihiro agreed, laying besides Y/n. "Yes, breaks are necessary for a healthy routine!" Taka said. "Alright then. We have 2 minutes." Sakura said. "It's better than nothing..." Y/n sighed. And soon enough, their routine resumed. "Hahaha! I knew you two could manage to keep going!" Taka said, giving out a hearty laugh short after. "I'm going to die." Y/n said. And so more time passed by. 10 minutes. 15 minutes. 20 minutes. 30 minutes. Eventually they reached 45. "I think that's enough for today." Mondo, who didn't even sweat, stated. "Agreed. Lets finish for today." Sakura, who also didn't sweat, stated. "Do we meet up again tomorrow?" Taka asked, he didn't get too tired either. "*Ni me digas. I'm too tired to think right now." Y/n spoke, laying on the floor.

A minute passed and they all went their separate ways. Y/n went to the storage room, looking around for anything that caught her attention. She looked from shelf to shelf, aisle to aisle. "Training suits... spare plates... wood? Eh, whatever... Pillows? Yeah, I should make a pillow fort..." Y/n spoke to herself.

Thud.

Y/n snapped her head in the direction of the sound. Quiet shuffling noises were heard. '*HIJO DE SU MADRE ME ESPANTE!' Y/n thought. "Hello? Who's there?" Y/n asked. No reply. Everything had gone quiet. 'Dammit... why did there have to be no lights at the Storage Room?' Y/n thought. She was in the far back of the room, the only lighting being the one coming from the hallway outside the door. The air had become heavy. "I know someone's there. Just show yourself and make things easier." The girl said, bracing herself for any attack. No reply. Y/n slowly approached the area, her footsteps quiet, not making a sound. A silhouette of a person slowly formed in the distance, and Y/n walked approached it slower. 'Oh god am I going to die today?' Y/n thought. She then stopped and got in a crouching position, low on the ground. The silhouette had become more clear. 'Short hair... uniform? Maybe a girl? God damn it, curse this darkness.' The [hair color] girl thought. The figure slowly started to move as if it were trying to escape. Y/n- without thinking- charged at the figure, pinning it down on the floor. Out of instinct, the mysterious figure escaped Y/n's grasp, now pinning Y/n to the floor, pinning her by the hands. Y/n twisted her hands from left to right until she freed her hands from the figure's grasp. She quickly kicked the figure off of her and stood up. "Who the hell are you?!" She asked. The figure ran away and tried to escae Y/n's sight, yet Y/n followed close behind. 'Shit! Who are they and why are they hiding? I can't let them get away...' The girl thought. 'Ropes!' She thought as she grabbed a nearby one. She quickly strategized a way to catch the figure with it. Y/n grabbed a nearby plate, throwing it at the figure, causing them to slow down. Y/n took the opportunity to tie their hand or leg- it didnt matter- with the rope. She ended up tying a hand. With all jer strength. Y/n dragged the individual out into the hall. She then took a good look at the figure.

Short black hair... Freckles... School uniform-like clothes... A girl... "Who the hell are YOU!?" Y/n asked, practically shouting. The freckled girl took a knife out of her pocket with her spare hand and cut the rope off of her other hand. She then pinned Y/n against the wall, putting the knife up to her chin. "Don't try to pursue me again. You have no purpose on chasing me, so lets keep it that way." The mysterious girl said. The rest of the class seemed to have heard Y/n, as they had all arrived at the scene. "Y/n, who is that?" Kyoko said, sounding worried for Y/n, as she was pinned by a stranger. Y/n looked at Kyoko, "She was hiding in the storage room, she tried to run away and hide once I saw her." She explained. "Stop talking." The other girl said, slowly digging the knife in Y/n's cheek. "Woah woah woah take the knife out! It lowkey hurts." Y/n said. The girl looked at her with a stare that could kill. "Whoever you are, let go of our friend! We will not tolerate you hurting her!" Taka said. "Just tell us who you are and stop wasting my time." Byakuya stated. The girl put her knife back in her pocket and let Y/n go. The Ultimate Secret grabbed her bleeding cheek with one hand as she made her way with the others.

"My name is Mukuro Ikusaba."

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HELLOU EVERYONE! MUKURO IS GONNA BE SUPER OUT OF CHARACTER BECAUSE I CAN'T WRITE MUKURO'S CHARACTER. SPXLELZLWK

Updates may be delayed bc school is a bitch 😀🔫

TRANSLATION TIME!!

Hola niños! Ya llegue!!: Hello children/boys! I've arrived

Ni me digas: Don't even tell me/Don't even mention it

Hijo de su madre me espante: Son of his mother that scared me

Haha Y/n being a badass go brrr

Gracias for reading my children

-Monse