Chapter 4: Total domination
[A/N: So, I heard some chatter about the name "Sunny." Look, it's my brand name—deal with it! We're building a multiverse here, people.
But most importantly: Yeet your brain out the window right now. I'm giving you a fair warning. This fic has two main POVs:
Suzune: She's the logic, the sanity, the "actually makes sense" part of the story.
Sunny: He is pure, unadulterated chaos. He's unpredictable, he's stupid, and he makes zero sense if you try to use your head.
Want a demo? Go check out my MHA fic and see how fast your brain rots if you try to apply "logic" to it. Consider this your only warning—buckle up, because it's going to be a long, unhinged journey!]
(Suzune POV)
The gates of Advanced Nurturing High School loomed over us like the entrance to a final boss dungeon. It was grand, imposing, and smelled faintly of government funding and student despair. I stood there for a moment, taking it in. This was the starting line.
Beside me, Sunny was looking at a butterfly.
I felt a surge of affection mixed with the sudden urge to humble him. I reached out and punched his shoulder—not enough to leave a bruise, but enough to remind him that physics exists.
"Ow! My legal rights!" Sunny recoiled, clutching his arm as if I'd just hit him with a specialized anti-tank rifle. He stumbled back, his face contorting into a mask of pure, unadulterated drama. "You broke it, Suzu. It's hanging by a thread. How can you do this to your own boyfriend? On the first day? I'm going to have to go to the infirmary and tell them I was domestic-violenced by a beautiful ice queen. My career as a professional gamer is over!"
"Stop over-acting, you absolute clown," I snapped, though I couldn't keep the corners of my mouth from twitching. "We have a plot to manage. Do you have any idea how high the stakes are? We aren't just here to cruise; we're here to dominate. If you're bored already, I'm genuinely concerned for the school's structural integrity."
Sunny straightened up instantly, the "injury" forgotten. He dusted off his blazer and gave me that lazy, half-lidded smirk that usually preceded something catastrophic. "Suzu, you know me better than that. A bored Sunny is a dangerous Sunny. An entertained Sunny is just... well, he's a menace, but at least he's distracted. If you want me to behave, you better keep things spicy."
I shrugged, turning my gaze back to the path leading to Class D. "That's exactly why I'm taking the lead. Since day one. This isn't just about my ego, Sunny—though it is a nice perk. I'm doing this for you, dummy. If I don't lock down the class hierarchy immediately, you'll spend the next three years using the timeline as your personal sandbox, and I'd really like to graduate without the government putting us on a watchlist."
Sunny chuckled, falling into step beside me. "So, what's the 'Grand Empress' plan?"
"It's simple," I explained, my voice dropping into a precise, tactical tone. "Step one: Establish dominance in Class D before the first period ends. I'm not letting some loudmouth like Sudō or a fake-nice girl like Kushida set the tone. Step two: I'm scouting the e-sports and gaming clubs. In a school where points are everything, I'm going to turn high-level gaming into a primary revenue stream. If the school allows us to buy 'anything,' then winning tournaments should be worth a fortune."
Sunny whistled. "Points for headshots? I like it. You're really out here playing 4D chess while the rest of these kids are playing checkers. So you're taking the leader spot just to keep me from fucking with the timeline too hard?"
"Exactly," I said, glancing at him. "Someone has to be the adult in this relationship. Now, what's your plan for the afternoon? Aside from being a nuisance?"
"Oh, you know," Sunny said airily. "I'm going to go meet my brother-in-law, see how the student council life is treating him. Then maybe go buy some groceries."
I stopped dead in my tracks. "Meeting Manabu? Are you trying to get yourself killed? And 'buying groceries'? That's it? I know that look in your eye, Sunny. You have some chaotic sub-plot brewing. What is it?"
"I can't tell you yet, Suzu! It's a comedy scene," he grinned, wagging a finger at me. "If I tell you the punchline now, the delivery will be ruined. For today, just consider me your personal Butler Boy. I'll handle the domestic logistics while you handle the political coup."
I rolled my eyes, moving again. "Fine. But can you at least buy my usual groceries? And for the love of God, don't mess with the S-System so hard that the teachers start sweating on day one."
"No promises," he chirped.
We arrived at Class 1-D. The atmosphere inside was exactly what I expected: a chaotic blend of social desperation and misplaced confidence. I found my desk—back row, near the window. Pure protagonist energy. And right next to me, on my right-hand side, was Sunny.
He sat down, immediately leaning back and putting his hands behind his head. With his silver hair and those piercing blue eyes, he looked less like a student and more like a high-end AI that had been programmed specifically to annoy me.
The introductions started. A green-haired boy who looked like he breathed "wholesome energy" stood up. Yousuke Hirata. He started the usual round-robin of 'let's all be friends' nonsense. I watched, bored, as the idiots introduced themselves.
Then, it was Sunny's turn.
He stood up. For the first two lines, he was suspiciously normal. "I'm Sunny. I like games, cooking, and not being bothered before 10:00 AM."
I started thinking about how he actually looked quite handsome when he wasn't making a stupid face. His silver hair caught the light, and for a split second, I felt a bit of a blush creep up. He really does have a goofy attitude, but he's—
Suddenly, Sunny shifted his posture. He tilted his head back, slapped a hand over one eye, and pointed two fingers at the ceiling.
"Throughout Heaven and Earth, I alone am the honored one," he announced, his voice suddenly echoing with a gravity that absolutely did not belong in a classroom. "Domain Expansion: Infinite Procrastination."
The class went dead silent. Hirata looked like he was trying to figure out if he should call a doctor or an exorcist.
"I'm kidding," Sunny said, dropping the pose and sitting back down with a wink at me. "Or am I? Anyway, I'm here for a good time, not a long time. Unless the food is good. Then I'm staying."
I covered my face with my hand. "You absolute dork," I whispered. "That was Gojo. You're literally acting like Gojo Satoru in a school for gifted children. Do you want them to think you're insane?"
"I want them to be confused, Suzu. Confusion is the best shield," he whispered back.
Before I could roast him into the ground, the door slid open. Sae Chabashira walked in, her heels clicking against the floor with the cold precision of a firing squad. She explained the S-System. She explained the rules. And then, she dropped the bomb: 100,000 personal points.
The classroom erupted. It was like watching a group of monkeys discover a banana plantation. They were cheering, talking about buying consoles, clothes, and expensive meals.
It was time.
I stood up, my chair screeching against the floor to demand silence. The room went quiet, mostly because I looked like I was about to execute someone.
"Sensei," I said, my voice cutting through the noise like a diamond-tipped blade. "A few questions regarding the utility of these points. You said we can buy 'anything' on this campus, correct?"
Chabashira-sensei looked at me, a flicker of interest in her eyes. "Within the confines of the school's regulations, yes."
"Can I buy information?" I asked.
"If someone is willing to sell it," she replied.
"Can I buy a person's silence?"
"If you have the capital."
"Can I buy a seat on the student council?"
A few students gasped. Chabashira narrowed her eyes. "That would require a significant amount of points and the consent of the council, but theoretically, the school does not forbid the transaction of points for positions."
I leaned forward. "Then my final question for now. Can I exchange my desk with another student for a fee? Say... one point?"
The teacher paused. "The seating chart is a formal record, but if both students agree to the transaction and the points are transferred, the school will recognize the new arrangement. Yes."
I looked at Sunny. He didn't even need me to speak. He already had his phone out.
Ping.
I looked at my screen. +1 Point from: Butler Boy.
"I've just transferred one point to Sunny," I announced to the class. "And he has agreed to swap seats. I prefer the right side for better lighting."
We stood up and swapped desks in total silence. The rest of the class looked like their brains had just been hit with a 'System Error' message.
"Is she serious?" a voice muttered. It was that boy with the perpetually greasy look—Yamauchi, I think. He stood up, looking offended on behalf of common sense. "Yo, what's with the big deal? You just wasted everyone's time for one point? You think you're some kind of genius because you can move a desk? Sit down, you're making a scene."
I turned my gaze toward him. It wasn't a look; it was a thermal scan for weaknesses.
"Yamauchi-kun, was it?" I started, my voice dangerously calm. "I'd ask if your parents are siblings, but that would be an insult to the complexity of genetics. You're standing there breathing my oxygen while contributing nothing but the smell of unwashed gym clothes and failure. I moved my desk to establish a legal precedent for point-based transactions. You're talking because you're terrified that someone in this room actually has a functioning frontal lobe. Please, sit back down before you accidentally forget how to maintain your own heartbeat."
The class let out a collective "Oooooh." Yamauchi turned a shade of red that was almost impressive. He opened his mouth to retaliate, but—
"K.O.!"
The sound effect blared from Sunny's phone, perfectly timed with the classic Street Fighter announcer's voice. Sunny didn't even look up; he was just scrolling through his screen with a straight face.
"Perfect timing," I muttered.
I turned back to the teacher. "One last thing, Sensei. Are these points linked to our behavior? Attendance, talking in class, or perhaps... the general level of idiocy displayed by certain students?"
Chabashira didn't answer. She just stood there, her face a mask of indifference. But the silence was louder than any 'yes.'
"I see," I said, sitting down in my new (and legally purchased) seat. "If the rest of you have even a modicum of intelligence, you'll figure out why that silence is the most expensive thing you've heard today."
Yamauchi tried to stand up again, his face twisted in a sneer. "Who do you think you are, telling us what to do? You're just a—"
"Yamauchi-kun," I cut him off without even looking at him. "If you speak one more word, I will spend the next ten minutes deconstructing your personality until you're too embarrassed to use the public restrooms. Hirata-kun was trying to lead this class into a 'friendship' circle. I'm trying to lead you into keeping your points. Choose very carefully which one you'd rather lose."
Hirata tried to step in, his hands raised in a 'peace' gesture. "Now, now, Horikita-san, let's not be too harsh—"
"And you, Hirata-kun," I pivoted. "Your 'popular green-haired boy' routine is charming, but it lacks teeth. If you want to stop him, do it with authority, not suggestions. I've achieved my objective: the leader position of this class is no longer vacant. It's mine."
I sat down and felt a smug smile threatening to break my face. I hid it behind my hand, looking out the window.
Sunny leaned over, whispering just loud enough for me to hear. "You did a great job, Suzu. You nailed it. That Victorian-level roast was 10/10. I think Yamauchi's soul actually left his body for a second."
I felt a rush of pride. "I told you I was going to shine today."
A few minutes later, we were directed to the auditorium for the entrance ceremony. The air was thick with the smell of floor wax and the hushed whispers of hundreds of students. I could feel the tension rising in my chest as we took our places.
And then, I saw him.
Manabu. My brother.
He was standing on the stage, the embodiment of everything I both admired and resented. Cold, perfect, and distant. My breath hitched. The "Ice Queen" mask felt like it was starting to crack. My hands were trembling—just a little, but enough for me to notice.
Suddenly, a warm, firm hand reached out and gripped mine.
I didn't even have to look. I knew it was Sunny. He didn't say anything, but he squeezed my hand, his thumb rubbing across my knuckles in a slow, grounding rhythm.
I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. He wasn't looking at the stage. He was looking at a meme on his phone with his other hand, his face lit by the screen's glow. It was a picture of a cat with the caption: 'When you try to be serious but the intrusive thoughts win.'
I felt a bubble of laughter rise in my throat, effectively killing the anxiety.
"Sunny," I hissed. "We are in the middle of a formal ceremony. Let go of my hand."
"Can't," he whispered back, still staring at the cat. "My hand has been locked by a specialized 'Anxiety-Removal' protocol. It's a very expensive service, Suzu. You're lucky you have a boyfriend who accepts payment in headpats and high-quality ramen."
"You are such a meme," I muttered, but I didn't pull away. I squeezed his hand back, using his chaotic energy as an anchor.
Manabu began to speak, his voice echoing through the hall. He looked out over the crowd, and for a second, I felt like his gaze passed over me—cold and unyielding.
But with Sunny holding my hand and showing me cat memes under the cover of the seat, I didn't feel like the 'failure' of the Horikita family. I felt like the girl who had just bought a desk for one point and roasted a bully into a K.O.
"I'm going to win, Nii-san," I thought, my eyes narrowing as I watched him. "And I'm going to do it with the most ridiculous boy in this school by my side."
Sunny leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "Ten points says he's wearing fancy socks under those shoes. Like, polka dots. Or little Manabu-faces."
"Shut up, Sunny," I smiled.
"Love you too, Empress."