A car screeched as it turned sharply into the school parking lot, drawing the attention of latecomers just as the bell rang. The sleek black Lamborghini glinted rebelliously in the morning sun, claiming the principal’s reserved spot without hesitation. The engine growled to a halt, and the driver's door clicked open.

A single leather boot touched the ground, its Prada-studded surface catching the light as though testing the waters—but shoes like these were made to dominate, not hesitate. Their owner followed, exuding the same effortless authority.

He was made to shine.

With a casual slam of the door, he stood, flicking a shoulder-length cascade of professionally groomed hair back in a dramatic, almost cinematic afterthought. Heads turned. Some mouths gaped. Others dropped their books. Sliding on a pair of sleek Chanel sunglasses, he strode forward. The only sound accompanying him was the sharp, deliberate click of his heels against the pavement.

He didn’t pause until he reached the school’s General Office. The glass door swung open, and he approached the counter.

"Do I need a pass?" His deep, velvety voice reverberated through the room, each word commanding attention.

The secretary froze, her wide eyes locking onto the man’s piercing blue gaze. They had been briefed—over and over—that Japan's top supermodel would be visiting the campus today and that they were to submit to his every request unless they wanted to be fired. Still, no amount of warning could prepare someone for Kanda Yuu in the flesh.

"E-enjoy your v-visit, K-Kanda-sama," she stammered, her voice barely audible.

Kanda offered, no reply. He was already out the door.

The hallway was deserted as first-period classes began, but heads peeked out of windows and doors, their whispers growing louder with each step he took.

"Did you hear? Kanda-sama is here. Right now. On campus!"

His presence turned the air electric. Even in an empty hallway, Kanda Yuu commanded the attention of the entire school.