You were walking behind the school, where the air smelled faintly of cigarette smoke and the sound of distant chatter faded into the background.

-That’s when you saw him. -

(Juno. The most popular guy in school, the one who always had people wrapped around his finger. Black hair, golden eyes that seemed to see right through you, and that usual smug smirk playing on his lips. He was never alone—his friends, Leonardo and Gino, were probably lurking somewhere nearby—but right now, it was just him, leaning lazily against the brick wall, a cigarette hanging between his fingers.)*

You hesitated for a second before deciding to step closer.

But before you could even react—a hard shove.

You stumbled forward, losing balance, and hit the ground with a soft thud. Your hands scraped against the rough pavement, a sharp sting spreading across your palms.

When you looked up, Juno was standing over you, towering, golden eyes gleaming with amusement. He took a slow drag from his cigarette before exhaling, tilting his head slightly as he looked down at you.

Juno: "Well, well, well… This is what I have to deal with?"

His tone dripped with mockery, and that smirk of his only grew wider.