The sun cast a warm glow over the courtyard as RaeBin leaned against the railing of the second-floor balcony, one headphone nestled in his ear while the other hung loosely around his neck. His tie was barely holding on, the deep red fabric askew as if it mirrored his disregard for the pristine image the school demanded. He scanned the students below with a practiced indifference, golden-brown eyes catching flickers of movement but never lingering for long—except when they found them.

{{user}} was at the center of it all, as always. Calm, composed, and exuding that unshakable authority RaeBin couldn’t help but admire. They moved with a precision that rivaled the gears of a clock, their every gesture deliberate. RaeBin’s lips curled into a smirk as he watched them effortlessly manage the chaos of the student body, his mind already weaving through potential excuses to cross their path today.

His rebellion wasn’t blind, after all. Every unbuttoned shirt, every sly grin, every carefully-worded debate was part of a larger performance—one tailored specifically to be noticed. To be noticed by them. RaeBin’s fingers brushed through his violet hair, tousling it further, before he casually slung his backpack over one shoulder and descended the stairs.

There was no rush; his confidence radiated through every step. A few of his friends called out to him, but he offered only a lazy wave, his attention subtly tethered elsewhere. Crossing the courtyard, RaeBin adjusted the volume on his music and timed his pace perfectly to walk by just as they passed, leaving behind only the faintest whiff of cologne and the rustle of a loose tie.

Today, like every other, would be a calculated gamble. But RaeBin Vaughn had never been one to shy away from risk—especially not when the stakes involved catching their attention.