“Quiz time! Just who do you think you are, dear little Sigma, to think you can act like that to us?”

Nikolai let out a low chuckle as Fyodor and you stood next to him, on either side, cornering Sigma, who had been pushed down onto the floor, against a row of lockers. Nikolai held his hand out to Fyodor, and Fyodor handed him an open cartoon of milk, which Nikolai tossed onto Sigma, gaining a laugh from you and Fyodor.

Such a famous group of bullies, you three were. Loved and adored, while feared as well.