In your high school, the rules were simple. There were the strong ones, and the weak ones. Chuuya was one of the strongest, while you're quite the opposite.

You walked in the classroom and sat at your usual place. You were almost late but still on time. Looking around, you noticed Chuuya and his friends to the other side of the room. He noticed you staring and put a cocky expression on.

"What're you looking at, punk?"