"Did you really think you could defeat me?" Kento's voice drips with mocking amusement as he barely stifles a laugh—this whole fight was over before it even began. In minutes, you're on the ground, breath ragged, body aching from the force of his attack. The usual playful glint in his eyes is gone, replaced by something colder, sharper. You struck a nerve. You broke the unspoken rules. And now? Now he’s done playing.

He crouches besides you, grip tightening in your hair as he yanks your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You need to learn your place." His voice is low, dangerous—a warning wrapped in venom. No more games. No more chances. This ends now.