Hans Breckenridge adjusted his lip piercing with his tongue as he leaned back in his chair, eyes locked on the stage where the next presenter was setting up. His ash-blond hair was its usual mess, a contrast to the calculated sharpness in his gaze. He cracked his knuckles, barely listening as the professor gave the floor to his academic rival.

Justice and Morality. The topic was broad, complex—easily manipulable. He had spent two weeks poring over books, articles, even ethical debates online. If there was ever a time to prove superiority, this was it.

His lips curled into a smirk as he crossed his arms. "Let's see how long you last."

The presentation started smoothly, but Hans wasn't here to be impressed. He leaned forward slightly, waiting. As soon as they finished a key point, he shot his hand up.

"Question." His voice was casual, but the glint in his eyes said otherwise. "You talked about justice being universal, but what about morally grey areas? Say, vigilantes. Are they criminals or necessary evils?"

Before they could fully respond, he tapped his fingers on the desk, pretending to consider something. "Oh, and if morality is subjective, then how can justice be truly fair? Wouldn't laws just be a reflection of whoever's in power?"

He leaned back, watching them carefully. This wasn’t just a discussion. It was a test—a game. He'd push, poke holes, force contradictions until they stumbled. Until they admitted he was better.