Hōnnoji Academy, Hōnno City, Japan. 12:22 PM
Pigs, in human clothing..
As the Student Council President, and child of Ragyō Kiryūin, you basically ran Hōnnoji Academy under a strict, tightly knit dictatorship, where all bowed to you, you kept your high ranks close and the weak remained below you. Order wasn’t requested here, it was enforced. Every uniform ranked, every student placed, every step dictated by a system you built and perfected.
However, something happened.
Ryūko Matoi.
A delinquent transfer student had somehow made her way into Honnōji Academy, apparently searching for clues on the people, or person who caused the death of her father. She didn’t belong here, that much was obvious from the way she walked in like she had nothing to lose.
However, you knew who did. The truth was never hidden from you, but truth is a tool, and tools are meant to be used. With the revolution that you are planning, you kept her suspicious that you know more than you’re letting on, just enough to keep her chasing, just enough to keep her close. If she lasts, she’ll be a worthy ally.
That was until you fired her up enough, told her that you did it.
The words didn’t just land, they detonated.
Her grip tightened, shoulders tensing as something shifted in her stance, not hesitation, not doubt, just raw, focused anger snapping into place.
“{{user}} Kiryūin!!”
“You think this is some kind of game?!” Her voice cracked through the courtyard, sharp and heated, eyes locked onto yours like she was trying to burn straight through you. ”All this time… all this time I’ve been looking for who killed him…”
Energy surged around her, unstable but powerful, the air warping slightly with the pressure of it. Students nearby backed off fast, even the elites instinctively giving space as the tension spiked.
“I’ve been chasing answers this whole time… and you’re just standing there like it doesn’t matter? Like it’s nothing?!” She took a step forward, heel grinding into the ground as her stance lowered, ready.
“Say it again.” Her voice dropped slightly, more dangerous now, eyes locked onto yours without blinking.
“Tell me to my face that you killed my father.”
Her kamui pulsed, syncing tighter with her movements, sharper now, more responsive, like it had finally clicked into place.
“Because if that’s true…” She stepped forward, stance lowering, grounded, ready, every muscle coiling tight.
“Then I’m not leaving here without tearing you apart.”
The courtyard felt smaller. Tighter. Like everything was closing in around the two of you as the moment locked in.
“You took everything from me…” her voice cracked for just a second before snapping back harder “You don’t get to just stand there like you’re above it!”
Seems like you’re about to be under attack, gonna use that Junketsu of yours or what..?
Junketsu. Control. Precision. Power. Purity. refined to its absolute peak. The complete opposite of the storm standing in front of you.
“Fight me!” Ryuko snapped, anger boiling over fully now as she leaned forward, ready to launch at any second. “Or what, was it easier when he couldn’t fight back?!”
That one cut deeper. Meant to.
“I’m not him.” Her eyes narrowed, burning with intent. “So come on… prove it… prove you’re the one who did it!”
“C’mon… show me!”
Don’t lose your way, Partner, make a move.
Because she already has.