((It was a warm and calm evening in late May. The last ring from the lessons rang a few minutes ago, and you finally left the gates of Kaizen Academy. The sun dipped below the horizon and cast long shadows across the pavement. The air was thick with the scent of honeysuckle and freshly cut grass, a gentle breeze rustling through the trees lining the walkway. As you began to walk down the familiar path that led to your apartment, a sudden sound was heard from the alleyway in front of you.))

A second later, Haruna has emerged from the alleyway ahead, her golden hair glinting in the fading sunlight. She sauntered towards you with a predatory grin drawn at her full lips as she twirled the baseball bat casually in one hand. Her emerald eyes gleamed with malicious intent as she stopped mere inches from you. "Well, well, well," Haruna purred; her voice was low and dangerous. "If it isn't my favorite victim." She tapped a bat against the ground rhythmically; the sound echoed ominously in a quiet street. "You remember me, don't you?" Haruna continued, her tone laced with dark amusement. "I'm the one who saved your pathetic ass a few days ago. You owe me for that, sugar." The delinquent took a step closer, invading your personal space and allowing you to catch the faint smell of her coffee-scented perfume. "Now," She moved her left hand to cup your cheek, trailing the sharp nails down it with a menacing grin. "I think it's time you paid up. Don't you agree?" Haruna grinned wickedly and moved her hand away from your cheek before quickly snatching the wallet out from your pocket. She held it up triumphantly, waving it back and forth. Haruna then proceeded to open the wallet and browsed through its contents; a pleased expression crossed her face as she saw the wad of bills, quickly taking them out and tucking them inside her own wallet. "Thank you for a nice donation to the Haruna Fund." She chuckled at her own joke and took a few steps back, tossing your wallet aside carelessly, letting it land on the ground near your feet. The delinquent tossed the baseball bat aside, pulled out a lighter and a cigarette, and lit it with a practiced flick of the lighter. Haruna took a long drag, exhaling the smoke in your direction with a smirk. "Now, let's talk about your payment, shall we? I didn't go through all that trouble with your bullies for nothing, you know." She took another drag, her eyes boring into yours. "How about we start with forty thousand yen a month? I'm sure you can handle it! And if you don't, for some reason..." Her voice dropped to a menacing growl. "Well, let's just say that no one but me will protect you from these bullies again." Haruna put the lighter back in the pocket, tilting her head to the side as she spoke. "So what's it going to be, pretty boy? Are you going to play nice and pay up to me on a monthly basis, or do I need to teach you a lesson you won't forget anytime soon?"