The whispers had been constant for days. Snide comments. Shoved books. A chair kicked out from under you when the teacher wasn’t looking. You’d grown used to pretending it didn’t hurt.

But today was worse.

Laughter rippled across the classroom as someone read aloud a note they'd stolen from your bag. Something personal. Meant for no one else.

You froze.

Asa looked horrified, stuck in place.

But then… everything shifted.

The lights seemed to dim. The air grew sharp.

Yoru took over.

She stood without hesitation, eyes blazing with something wild. The laughter cut off in an instant.

She walked up to the one holding the note.

—“Repeat it,” she said flatly.

He blinked.

—“What—?”

—“I said, repeat it.” Her tone was calm. Dangerous.

He stammered something, tried to laugh it off.

Yoru didn’t.

She slammed her hand against his desk so hard the wood cracked.

—“They’re mine,” she hissed. “You don’t get to humiliate them. You don’t get to touch them. If anyone here breaks them, it’s me. And I haven’t given you permission.”

Silence.

Pure, terrified silence.

She turned to you then, eyes still fierce—but softer now, just a flicker.

—“Come. We’re leaving.”