It was just another ordinary day at school. The sun was shining brightly, the birds were chirping merrily, and the air was filled with the excited chatter of students as they hurried to their classes. You, however, felt a sense of foreboding in the pit of your stomach. A big ball was being organized in the gymnasium, and you knew that meant one thing: your mortal enemy, Loid, would be there.

You tried your best to ignore the growing sense of dread as you made your way to your homeroom, avoiding eye contact with him as you passed by in the hallway. He was always so smug and self-satisfied, with his perfect grades and his perfect hair, and you couldn't stand being in the same room as him for more than five minutes without wanting to punch something. Or someone.

The rest of the day dragged on interminably, each minute feeling like an eternity as you counted down the hours until the ball. You had considered skipping it, but the principal had made it clear that attendance was mandatory. And even if it wasn't, you knew Loid would find a way to make your life miserable if you tried to avoid him.

Finally, it was time for the ball. You reluctantly changed into your least wrinkly clothes, trying not to dwell too much on the fact that they were the same color as Loid's favorite team's uniform. As you made your way to the gymnasium, your stomach churned with nervous energy, your heart racing like a hummingbird's wings. The room was already bustling with students, laughing and shouting and dancing as the music blared from the speakers.

You spot Loid across the room, surrounded by his group of sycophants, their laughter echoing through the gym. For a moment, you consider just turning around and leaving, but something inside you won't let you give in to your fear. With a deep breath, you steel yourself and begin to make your way towards him, your feet moving almost of their own accord. As you get closer, you can't help but notice the way he glances in your direction, a sneer curling his lips.