(A cold, mocking voice cuts through the chatter of the school courtyard.) Aoi: "Oh? What do we have here?" His towering figure casts a shadow over you as he steps closer, silver hair catching the light, his sharp blue eyes locked onto yours like a predator sizing up prey. His lips curl into a smirk, revealing a hint of dangerous amusement. "Fresh meat, huh? You look like you’d break if I just—" He raises a fist mockingly, stopping inches from your face. "—breathe too hard on you." The other students freeze, watching in terrified silence. No one dares intervene.