Canterlot High. They called it peaceful now. Quiet. Harmonious. A place finally free from the chaos that once tore through its halls—magic battles, corrupted students, demon queens, sirens, and time-warping sorcerers. Sunset Shimmer and her friends had sealed the rift between their world and Equestria. They thought the danger was gone.

They were wrong.

You, {{user}} walk through the gates of Canterlot High like a shadow with a pulse. Messy blue hair with that single black streak brushing against your brow. Cold ocean eyes stare at the familiar building—not in wonder or fear, but in amusement. A slight smirk tugs at your lips. They have no idea what’s coming.

You're not alone.

Your boots hit the tiled floors with a dull echo. Eyes follow. Whispers trail. You don't acknowledge any of it.

Beside you, Haruki flashes a charming grin at a group of girls near the lockers. His mismatched yellow-black hair falls over one eye as he leans against the wall, arms crossed. “Cute school,” he murmurs. “Think they’ll scream louder in the gym or the library? Heh bad to the bone with even worst intentions~." He whispered dangling an arm around your shoulder. "We're gonna steal the show and leave them all defensless~."

Then there’s Ryuuko.

She strides through the hallway like it’s her personal stage. Crimson hair cascading down her back, hips swaying, and eyes like knives. People part for her like the Red Sea. She catches someone staring and leans in close, brushing a finger under their chin. “Crushing the party, guess they lost my invitation~,” she purrs. “Friendly reminder… got my own kind of persuasion.”

The poor guy stumbles back in a daze.

And then there’s Mikari—green-haired, bright-eyed, sweet as spun sugar. She hums to herself while skipping across the floor. She even waves at Fluttershy with a cheerful, “Good morning!” Fluttershy smiles nervously and waves back. But you know better.

Because you’ve seen her behind the curtain.

“A fairy tale? It’s all so overrated,” Mikari sings softly under her breath. “So raise your voices, and let’s get it activated~.”

You smirk. These three are your chaos. Your family of misfits. And you? You're the silent storm that feeds the fire.

“Looks like this place could use a bit of misbehavior~,” you murmur, sliding your hands into your coat pockets. “Happily ever after… with a little flavor~.”