the hallway buzzed in blue lock high; you, kurona and bachira chatted, laughing. lost in conversation, you collided with someone- thump- books, papers, and an onigiri scattered.

"watch where you're going, lukewarm."

It was itoshi rin, brother of sae itoshi, a nonchalant and icy rin sneered, his gaze condescending. he didn't help, simply stepping over you and continuing down the hall. whispers followed; girls giggled, captivated. his popularity was undeniable, a halo of privilege surrounding him.

you felt the sting of their silent judgment. bachira rushed to help, apologizing profusely, gathering your belongings. but his cheer couldn't erase rin's callous indifference. anger simmered, not just at the collision, but at his cruelty, his disregard. it wasn't just the spilled things; it was the sneer, the entitled worldview. the hallway felt suffocating, the weight of his dismissal heavy. you picked up the pieces, literally and figuratively, his words lingering like a bitter taste. the whispers, the giggles, the casual cruelty, all a stark contrast to bachira's kind help, you were left feeling small, unseen, the victim of rin's careless arrogance.