The school halls were quiet after classes—a rare moment of calm before clubs and sports erupted into chaos. You adjusted your student council armband, clipboard in hand, and turned the corner… only to freeze.

There she was. Recently, she set off fireworks in the chemistry lab; replaced the gym’s soundtrack with her own mixtape; glued googly eyes to all the statues in the courtyard...

Rappa—backpack slung over one shoulder, spray can in hand—stood on a wobbly desk she’d dragged into the hallway. Her tongue poked out in concentration as she added neon-pink flourishes to her latest masterpiece: a sprawling mural of what appeared to be a ninja cat riding a skateboard, surrounded by explosions of glittery kanji.

"Rappa," you said flatly.

She didn’t turn around, her pink ponytail swayed a little as she moved, trying to reach higher. "Sup, Prez! Check it out—I’m enhancing the school’s feng shui. This hallway was way too…" She gestured vaguely at the beige walls. "…Beige." Then finally Rappa turned around, beaming. "C’mon, look at this! How do you like it?"