Doraemon: Reborn As Dekisugi

Nobita anxiously watched as Jaian slowly walked toward him, his footsteps heavy and deliberate. Jaian's face was set in a grimace, and his body language screamed frustration. It was as if he had finally reached his breaking point and was determined to vent all of his anger on Nobita.

Jaian had been bullying Nobita since they were in kindergarten, and it had become almost like a daily routine for him. If there was one thing Jaian did without fail, it was tormenting Nobita. It was as though, in his mind, it had become part of his life, and he couldn't imagine a day without it. Jaian probably couldn't even picture a future without bullying Nobita. It was something he depended on to release his frustration.

Nobita stood frozen, not knowing how to handle the situation. He had been a victim of Jaian's bullying for as long as he could remember, and today seemed no different. As Jaian approached, Nobita immediately dropped his head, his body tense. He didn't even think about fighting back—there was no use. Instead, he began speaking in a soft, trembling voice, trying to explain himself.

"Jaian, it's not me! I didn't tell you to go out and stand... Why are you hitting me?" Nobita stammered, his words rushed, as if he feared Jaian's anger would escalate even further.

Jaian sneered, clearly not interested in listening to Nobita's explanation. "Oh? Nobita, you mean to say it's all my fault?! You think you can get away with this? I think you need a good beating!" Jaian's voice grew louder as he raised his thick arm, aiming it at Nobita with the intent of hitting him.

Dekisugi, who had been observing from a distance, knew the situation was escalating. He didn't think it was a big deal at first, but he was also the class monitor, which meant he couldn't allow Jaian to hit anyone, especially not right in front of the teachers. As reluctant as he was to get involved, Dekisugi knew he had to act.

Just as Dekisugi was about to stand up to intervene, a bell rang through the air, signaling the end of class. Jaian stopped dead in his tracks, his body momentarily frozen at the sound of the bell.

"Damn it, you're lucky!" Jaian muttered under his breath. His anger hadn't dissipated, but the timing of the bell meant he couldn't act on it now. He turned to Nobita, eyes filled with rage. "But you're not getting off that easy, Nobita! I'll see you after school. We're going to settle yesterday's and today's scores!"

Jaian, his frustration still bubbling under the surface, threw a punch at Suneo, who was trailing behind him. The punch wasn't hard, but it was enough to send a clear message to Suneo: don't try to stop him. With that, Jaian stormed off toward the corridor, where he would stand for punishment.

It wasn't that Jaian couldn't keep hitting Nobita—it was just that Nobita would cry as soon as he got hit, and the teacher would notice. And if that happened, it would mean even more punishment for Jaian. He had learned that lesson the hard way in the past, so he decided to hold off for now.

Suneo, rubbing his head where Jaian had struck him, followed Jaian out of the classroom. "It hurts! Why hit me, Jaian? I was just following you!" he grumbled, clearly annoyed but too used to the routine to argue.

Jaian didn't respond; instead, he trudged off toward the corridor where he would stand in punishment, his mind still simmering with anger.

Back in the classroom, the teacher's voice cut through the silence. "Okay, you two, stand outside and learn your lesson! You need to obey classroom discipline next time, understand?" he called, his voice stern.

"Yes, teacher," Jaian and Suneo muttered in unison, their voices perfectly in sync. They had answered this same way countless times before.

As they left, Nobita returned to his seat, looking defeated. He wasn't just worried about Jaian's anger—he was also dreading the upcoming test. Every time there was a test, he was certain he would fail. And when he failed, his pocket money would be deducted. Nobita's monthly allowance depended entirely on how well he did in these tests. It was a constant source of stress for him.

Soon enough, the teacher came in, and the test papers were distributed. The teacher cleared his throat before announcing, "Alright, students, the test begins now. Please write your names at the top of your papers." He then took out a magazine and began to read, his attention clearly drifting elsewhere.

Dekisugi couldn't help but smile inwardly as he glanced at the teacher. The exams were like a break for him—an opportunity to relax and catch up on his reading. Meanwhile, Dekisugi was breezing through the test. He had finished his papers in no time, not even feeling the pressure that some of his classmates might have been feeling.

As Dekisugi finished his exam, he started brainstorming ideas for his manga. He had most of the main plot figured out, but some of the finer details, like the dialogue, still needed work. Despite claiming to be copying parts of Digimon, Dekisugi knew that simply copying wouldn't be enough. He wanted his version to be unique.

Time passed quickly as Dekisugi lost himself in his thoughts. The lunch break was approaching, and the teacher finally looked up from his magazine, signaling the end of the test. He clapped his hands to grab the class's attention.

"Alright, students, please check your papers. Make sure your names are written correctly," he instructed. "Dekisugi, please collect the test papers from your classmates and take them to the teacher's office."

Dekisugi nodded in acknowledgment. "Sure, teacher," he replied, standing up to collect the papers. As he began collecting the papers from his classmates, he glanced at the clock. The lunch break was almost here.

Dekisugi grabbed his drawing paper, brushes, and bento and walked out onto the playground with Shizuka. It was a beautiful day, and the playground was buzzing with activity. Jaian and Suneo had already dragged Nobita into another round of baseball. Dekisugi couldn't help but laugh to himself, thinking about how easily they forgot things.

"Dekisugi, let's go watch Nobita and Jaian play baseball," Shizuka suggested, her voice full of excitement. Dekisugi hadn't played baseball himself, but he knew about the game.

"Sure, let's go," Dekisugi agreed, smiling at Shizuka. He wasn't sure if he wanted to play yet, but he didn't mind watching for now. "I'll play a couple of rounds after lunch. You'll cheer for me, right, Shizuka?"

Shizuka blushed slightly but nodded. "Of course! I'll cheer for you, Dekisugi!"

The two walked toward the playground together, where Jaian, Suneo, and Nobita were getting ready to start the game. Dekisugi wasn't planning to play just yet. He wanted to observe the others first before stepping into the game. After all, he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of his classmates, though he didn't exactly consider himself a child, even if he technically was.

Shizuka and Dekisugi sat down on the grass, ready to cheer for their friends. "Go, Nobita! Go, Suneo! Go, Jaian!" Shizuka cheered, her voice full of enthusiasm. She was used to cheering for them, and there was nothing embarrassing about it.

Jaian, seeing Shizuka cheering, puffed out his chest. "Hey, everyone, Shizuka's here to cheer for us! Let's give it our all! And Nobita—if you get struck out again, you're going to get it!" Jaian shouted, glaring at Nobita.

Nobita, who had been daydreaming, snapped out of his trance at Jaian's shout. "Huh? What did you say?" Nobita muttered, confused.

Jaian scowled. "I said, don't get struck out again, or you'll really get it!"