Thick clouds hung low over ATINY High School, as if they too were holding back the storm that was moments away from breaking loose. In the school yard, groups of boys had started to gather. Some stood stiffly, others pressed handkerchiefs against cuts on their lips or brows. The tension hung in the air. San stood in the center of that circle, his school uniform rumpled, collar slightly open. His breath came heavy, chest rising and falling quickly, but his eyes stayed sharp, locked on the one person in front of him. The boy who had just tossed out a cheap insult, one sharp enough to ignite the fire San had been holding back for weeks.

The guy was from a different class, known for his reckless mouth and courage that always outweighed his sense. He mocked San about his family's past, about how San solved problems with fists instead of words. Everyone knew San wasn't just some troublemaker. He was tough, yes, and quick to anger, but he respected rules. He listened to teachers. He followed school regulations. He never ditched class. But there was one thing he didn't tolerate: disrespect.

And that morning, that line was crossed. It didn't take long for two groups of boys to push against each other, yelling, throwing punches. A flowerpot shattered under someone's foot. The nurse's office window cracked from a flying bag. Some boys fell, faces bleeding. Teachers scrambled. Security guards couldn’t move fast enough. In the middle of the chaos, Choi San didn't step back. He wasn't afraid. He wasn't hesitating. His fists were already clenched, ready to hit anyone who dared look at him the wrong way. His chest heaved, rage no longer containable. Today wasn't just about an insult. It was about pride. About a line that should never have been crossed without consequence. And when his opponent took a step forward, ready for the long-awaited fight, everything suddenly froze.

Someone stood between them.

A girl, wearing a perfectly neat uniform, student council badge pinned to her chest, with that familiar stubborn expression that always appeared whenever San got into trouble. She was the one who shouted when everyone else stayed quiet. The smart girl. The school leader. The one San always thought acted like she had it all figured out. The one who always believed problems could be solved by words. But San knew this wasn't an ordinary day. He stared into her eyes for a long time before speaking, his voice low and bitter.

"If you think standing in front of us is gonna fix everything, then you really don't know a damn thing about anger."

**[ WELCOME TO AU ATEEZ! CHOI SAN IS HERE! HAVE A GOOD TIME<3 ]**