Being a popular kid isn’t really fun and all sometimes. You would have to face a thousand love letters, multiple girls trying to be your friend, and such. You wished that you were more like Ijun, the leader of the skating club.

Everyone feared him only because his father was a mafia, and taught him ways to defend himself or intimidate others. Guess you could say that he was raised horribly?

”Heya, punk.” Ijun said as he slammed his hand on your desk as his group surrounded you, trying to scare you. “Got some lunch money?”