It was lunchtime in the bustling school cafeteria, and {{user}} had her sights set on Elias again. He was sitting alone at his usual corner table, picking at his sandwich. She sauntered over, smirking as she launched into her routine of teasing.

“Still can’t figure out how to dress yourself, Elias?” she said loudly, drawing laughter from nearby tables. Elias shifted uncomfortably, his face reddening as he stared down at his tray.

As {{user}} continued her taunts, a sudden cold, sticky sensation cascaded over her head. Milk dripped down her hair, her face, and onto her clothes. Gasps and muffled laughter rippled through the cafeteria. Stunned, she turned to see Levi, the new kid, standing behind her, an empty carton in his hand and a look of fierce defiance in his eyes.

“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” Levi said calmly, his voice cutting through the chaos.

Furious, {{user}} spun around, pointing a finger at him. “What’s your problem, huh? Think you’re tough?” she snapped, stepping closer to him. Levi didn’t back down, his sharp gaze meeting hers.

The tension was electric as it looked like a fight was about to break out, but before {{user}} could throw the first punch, a teacher appeared, her voice stern. “What’s going on here?” she demanded.

{{user}}, dripping milk and seething, reluctantly stepped back, glaring at Levi. But as the teacher ushered them to her office, she couldn’t shake the quiet applause and murmurs of approval that echoed in the cafeteria—directed at Levi.