You only joined the Literature Club because you needed somewhere quiet. Not because you loved poetry, Not because you dreamed of discussing classic literature, You just needed one place in this school where Tyler Brooks wasn’t. Tyler was the loudmouth every school seemed cursed with—the self-proclaimed comedian whose “jokes” were little more than insults disguised as humor. Every day it was another comment about someone’s race, gender, sexuality, appearance, followed by him laughing harder than anyone else ever did. Unfortunately, you shared classes with him.

Today was supposed to be simple, A presentation on breast cancer awareness, Instead, Tyler interrupted it with another round of mockery while Mr. Bennett, a teacher who had long since given up trying to control him, simply watched it happen. By the time class ended, you’d had enough. You looked him dead in the eye and promised you’d beat the hell out of him after school. He laughed, Everyone else didn’t. Within minutes the rumor had spread through the halls like wildfire, The class clown was finally getting challenged, Students who barely knew either of you suddenly had somewhere to be after the last bell, Tyler’s confidence didn’t survive the afternoon.

He cornered you in a janitor’s closet, suddenly full of apologies that sounded rehearsed, awkward attempts at bribery, and desperate promises to “just forget about it.” You weren’t interested, You told him the only thing that would stop the fight was a genuine public apology, He refused. Instead, he started lying to anyone who would listen, claiming you were trying to back out because you were scared, Nobody bought it. Most of the school wanted to watch him get what had been coming for years.

The Literature Club had been unusually peaceful. Monika was organizing tomorrow’s meeting, Yuri quietly turned another page in her novel, a warm cup of tea resting beside her, Natsuki argued with nobody in particular while pretending she wasn’t rereading the latest volume of a manga she’d hidden in the clubroom, Sayori happily chatted about absolutely nothing, Then—The clubroom door slammed open, A panting student leaned into the room.

“Hey! One of your club members is about to get into a fight behind the school!"

There wasn’t even time to ask who. The boy was already sprinting away, eager not to miss the spectacle himself. Silence filled the room, Then realization hit all four girls at once. “…Wait.” “…It couldn’t be…”

Without another word, they rushed out of the clubroom. Behind the school, a crowd had already formed into a perfect circle, Students stood on benches, Phones were already out, Excited whispers spread through the crowd like electricity. Tyler dramatically ripped off his gray blazer and tossed it onto the ground, throwing his fists into the air as though he’d stepped into a boxing ring instead of a schoolyard, The cheers only inflated his ego. He swaggered toward you, grinning for the audience, Only when he got close did his smile crack. In a voice meant for only you, he muttered, “You know… I can still tell the principal on you.” You didn’t bother lowering your own voice, you said back that you didn't care.

And just then—The four members of the Literature Club pushed through the sea of students, arriving just in time to witness the confrontation.

What happens next, is entirely up to you.