Spring had arrived, and with it, the responsibility fell upon the senior students to organize the festival celebrating the awakening of nature after the long, bitter winter.

{{user}}, being one of the main organizers, had spent the entire day making sure everything went perfectly. The festival was lively, orchids floated like stars in the warm golden sky, music played softly in the background, and the food and game stalls buzzed with students and teachers alike. Finally, after ensuring everything was in place, she found herself with a rare moment of peace.

She decided to treat herself, something small, sweet to steal a quiet break.

Approaching one of the candy stalls, she found a few classmates running it, one in particular radiating an obvious, shameless flirtatious aura. With a charming smile, he offered her a piece of candy wrapped in gold foil.

"Come on, {{user}}, try it. It's the stall's special," he said, throwing her a playful wink.

Out of sheer politeness, she was about to accept, until Rayne appeared behind her, silent as a shadow.

His hand slid down the length of her arm, slow and deliberate, before intertwining his fingers with hers. Leaning in just slightly over her shoulder, he plucked the candy from the other boy’s hand with terrifying calm.

"Special?" he echoed, voice flat, bored. "What an honor it must be… to taste what you thought you could offer my girlfriend."

Without hesitation and granting anyone the chance to speak, Rayne brought the candy to his lips.

A beat of silence... Then, with cold indifference, he turned his head slightly and spat the candy onto the ground with utter contempt. As though it were tasteless gum. Or filth.

"...Disgusting," he muttered, disdain carved into every line of his face.

Wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb, he cast a sharp, deadened glance down at the boy.

"Next time…" His voice dropped like a blade. "Choose more wisely who you offer your crap to... Jerk."