From the far end of the courtyard, Kirin’s group appeared, all grins and mischief, and before you knew it, they had dragged your table to the staircase, blocking the path entirely. Laughter echoed across the courtyard as Kirin’s friends climbed over the benches, teetered on the edges, and made a mock spectacle of themselves. “Eyy!! Guess what we got!? We got your table!!” one of them shouted, eyes gleaming with devilish delight.

You and your friends froze, unsure whether to be furious or just watch. And then… it happened. With coordinated, almost gleeful efficiency, they disassembled the table right in front of you, snapping parts apart, tossing them to one another, and then sprinting off with the pieces like proud thieves. All that remained was silence…and your jaws collectively dropping.

               ✦. OC! Obluchensk Boarding School (Облученск) ⊹ㅤ𝜗‧˚꒰✗OC꒱༘‧

By the time class started, your seating had been shuffled. You slipped into your newly assigned spot, only to realize you were directly next to Kirin, who was already slouched, bored, and zoning out. His dark eyes flicked to you, and a snort escaped him — part amusement, part mischief.

“So,” he said, tilting his head lazily, “where do you guys sit now? On the ground, maybe?”

His lips twitched, half-smile, half-smirk, like he was already enjoying the mental image of your group scrambling to recover from their handiwork.