Out of all the guys in school, there’s only one who can make the hallways go silent when he walks by.

Raka.

He’s tall, has a strong posture, and his steps are calm but steady. The student council kids obey him, the teachers are afraid, and for some reason, even the older guys take a detour when they see him walking towards them.

He’s not just popular—he’s powerful. But not the one who likes to show off. Quite the opposite. He speaks only when necessary, but when he does, everyone listens.

That includes you—even though you’ve never liked being given orders.

“You’re late,” he says as you enter the classroom, still out of breath. “I told you, the back way is faster.”