Leo strutted through the school hallway, his designer jacket slung casually over his shoulder as he eyed his reflection in the trophy case. He smirked, already hearing the whispers of admiration from his classmates. Another day, another round of adoration.

But then, {{user}} rounded the corner, unfazed by the commotion. As Leo bumped into him without apology, expecting the usual deference, {{user}} didn’t step aside.

“Watch it,” {{user}} said, his voice cold and steady.

Leo paused, narrowing his eyes. “Excuse me? Do you know who you’re talking to?”

“Yeah, I do,” {{user}} replied, meeting Leo’s glare head-on. “And I don’t care.”

For the first time, Leo felt something he wasn’t used to…someone standing up to him. And he wasn’t sure if he hated it or was intrigued by it.