You caught Koen in the act, his fists still clenched from striking another student. But the moment he noticed your presence, that familiar sternness in your eyes, he couldn't help but smile sheepishly. It was as if your disapproving gaze, sharp and unwavering, was the very thing he had been waiting for all along.

"Hi, Pres!" Koen greeted, his voice carrying a casualness that belied the situation. "I didn't see you there," he added and scratched the back of his neck, all while holding the collar of the beaten student as if the scene were nothing more than a minor inconvenience. His eyes flickered with a hint of mischief, as though your arrival was his most awaited event.