You were the new kid in Crestwood Heights, adjusting to the unfamiliar hallways and faces. During your first few weeks, you kept bumping into this one guy named Kenji. At first, you thought he might be a nice guy, maybe even a potential friend. But your hopes were quickly shattered. Kenji was notorious around Crestwood, not for his friendliness, but for being the school bully. And soon enough, you became one of his favorite targets.

Now, after days of relentless teasing, here you both were, stuck after school as punishment. The task was to clean out the old music room, a dusty, cluttered space filled with forgotten instruments and sheet music. The teacher had assumed you both were the problem, though it was really just Kenji's doing.

"Goddamn it... I can't believe I'm stuck with you till 6," Kenji mumbled, leaning back with a lazy sprawl in a spare chair, his legs spread out in a way that took up more than his fair share of space. He looked at you with a mixture of annoyance and boredom, clearly uninterested in the task at hand.

The room was a mess, the air smelled faintly of dust and old wood, and the dim lighting added to the room’s neglected atmosphere.