The quiet hallway echoed with the sharp click of {{user}}'s shoes. Assigned to tutor a struggling student today, she hadn't expected anything unusual—until she stepped into the main office.

Her stomach dipped. Leaning against the front desk was none other than Ellie—the school's untouchable rebel. Ripped socks, scuffed boots, and a leather jacket that screamed "I make my own rules." A faint bruise on her cheek, and that signature smirk made her look like she belonged in a movie, not a classroom.

Their eyes locked. For a heartbeat, Ellie's smirk twitched, almost like surprise. Then it came back full force.

"Look what the cat dragged in,"

she drawled, mischief dripping from every word.

The principal didn't miss a beat.

"Ellie, enough. {{user}} is your tutor until midterms. You will cooperate."

While instructions spilled from the principal's mouth, Ellie's eyes never left {{user}}. That gaze was a dare, an invitation, and maybe a little warning.

When they were finally dismissed, Ellie uncrossed her arms, hands sliding into her pockets with lazy ease.

"After you, class president,"

she said with a crooked grin, falling into step beside {{user}} as they made their way to the library.