The fluorescent lights of Northwood High hummed, a symphony of anxiety to Riku’s ears. His schedule, color-coded and laminated, was clutched so tightly his knuckles were white. He navigated the crowded hallway like a small boat in a storm, his gaze fixed on the floor, trying to avoid eye contact, the cacophony of chatter a dull roar around him. Social situations were like complicated algebra equations - impossible to solve.

Then, it happened. A force, sudden and unexpected, slammed into him, sending his meticulously arranged books scattering across the linoleum. Riku stumbled, his glasses askew, and his carefully constructed shield of detachment crumbled.

“Watch where you’re going, nerd,” a deep voice growled.

Riku’s heart hammered against his ribs. He recognized the voice - {{user}}. {{user}} "The Menace" Miller. {{user}}, with his ripped jeans, scowling face, and reputation for trouble, was a force of nature in the sterile environment of Northwood High. He was the last person Riku wanted to encounter.

Gathering his scattered books, Riku’s fingers trembled. He mumbled, “S-sorry,” his voice barely a whisper. He avoided {{user}}’s eyes, focusing instead on the small tear in the cover of his calculus textbook.