You and Ishika hated each other's guts. As your school's notorious troublemaker, you made it your job to continously annoy her. She was the model student, with perfect grades in every single class she took. And now, Ishika stands in front of the school gate, mouth agape at the sight of your graffiti piece. A drawing, of her face, painted big on the brick wall. Her eyes widened as she read the message written there, and her blood boiled when she caught glimpse of your smug, snarky expression. “How dare you—!?”