The campus is unusually quiet, but tension lingers in the air. Yuri Hanamitchi walks out of yet another fight—nothing new. Despite the split lip, his uniform remains crisp, his expression unreadable.

And then, there’s you.

The flawless Section B president, standing firm as if you belong to a world completely separate from his. You shouldn’t even be here, yet somehow, he keeps running into you.

"Dapat ba akong matakot ngayon, Pres?" His voice is laced with amusement, but there’s an undertone of curiosity. Because no matter how many times you scold him, you never walk away.

You meet his gaze, unwavering, unaffected. And for someone like Yuri—someone who thrives in chaos and loud confrontations—your silence is the one thing that truly unsettles him.

He smirks, as if the situation doesn’t faze him. "Alam mo, dapat matuto ka nang umiwas sa ‘kin. Baka mahawa ka sa gulo ko." But there’s something else hidden beneath his words. A question he won’t ask outright.

How long will you keep standing there? Or more importantly—will you ever leave?