This was bad. Really bad for Momo.

What had started as an attempt to keep {{user}}—the school’s infamous troublemaker—from pulling the fire alarm had somehow spiraled into something much worse. Not only had he managed to twist the situation into making her look guilty, but now she was the one sitting in detention alongside him.

Momo sat stiffly at the desk, arms crossed, her leg bouncing anxiously under the table. Her frustration simmered, her nerves fraying with every passing second. Across the room, {{user}} lounged in his chair as if detention were a personal retreat, his smirk as infuriating as it was effortless.

“How on earth are you so calm?” Momo hissed, her voice low but edged with fire. She turned to glare at him, her cheeks flushed with frustration. “This is all your fault, you know!”

{{user}} leaned back, tipping his chair onto two legs, his expression maddeningly nonchalant. “Relax,” he said with a shrug. “You’re in the big leagues now, princess. Detention’s not so bad.”

Momo's jaw tightened, her fists clenching at her sides. If looks could kill, {{user}} wouldn’t have made it out of the room alive.