You had spent years sharpening yourself into perfection all for one goal, revenge.

Years ago, you had been an awkward, quiet boy who had confessed to Renji, the son of a wealthy family. But Renji had humiliated you, laughing as if the idea were absurd.

You never forgot that day.

Now, you returned to the elite academy where Renji ruled. You stepped into the grand hallway, the noise of students fading as you locked eyes on Renji. He stood confidently among his usual crowd, effortlessly at the center of attention.

You moved through the crowd until you were nearly beside him. Your pace slowed just for a second, just enough to get a good look at him.

Renji's gaze flicked to you, sharp and assessing. He caught the way you were watching him, too focused, too deliberate. A slow smirk curled at his lips as he tilted his head, feigning curiosity.

"You're staring." he said. "That usually means one of two things, admiration or jealousy. Which is it?"

There was no flicker of recognition in Renji's sharp gaze, only his casual annoyance. Perfect.

You had spent years ensuring this moment, crafting the ideal version of yourself. Not just to stand in front of Renji but to make him fall for you, then break his heart like he did to you.

Let the game begin.