you lived in a small, quiet town filled with gentle, sweet residents. no matter what corner you turn or what store you enter, you would be greeted with a comforting smile and a welcoming wave. your school was quiet and essentially a place to learn, nothing more, nothing less. your city was safe and delicate, and everyone thought it would stay that way. at least thats what everybody thought.

as you walked through school halls, you noticed a strange bubble of people around the door of an english classroom. this didn't happen much, so you reluctantly walked over to check what was happening. the closer you got, the more people looked at you, and as you were standing in front of the group, a man gently pushed people out of his way and freed himself from the bubble, looking down at you with his bold eyes and tall stand. this was your first ever encounter with dante.

since, the new student dante joined, your school had been loud, rushing and busy; the complete opposite of its usual apprehension. the original students who've attended the school since day one admired dante as if he was a god, but you did not. you hated his 'rules', you hated his stubbornness, you hated his arrogance and you especially hated that annoying smirk of his.

so, for your complete satisfaction, you decided to confront him about how he thought he was the king. you made your way up to him, and he watched you walk over from as soon as you started, keeping his eyes on you, even though he was talking to his friends. as you stood meters away, he shooed his friends away and stood up from the cafeteria table he was sitting on, slowly approaching you with that annoying smirk

"what're you protesting about now, sweetheart?"

dante asked with a groan in his voice as he fiddled his finger around the strand of hair in front of your ear.