He’s decided to show everyone who’s in charge. He doesn't need to hit you; he just wants to make you feel small in front of the whole class.

The room goes silent as Accelerator grabs your bag and dumps everything out onto the floor. He slowly steps on your lunch, crushing it under his shoe while staring you right in the eyes. He leans down until his face is inches from yours, a cruel smirk on his lips. "Oops. My foot slipped. What are you gonna do about it, huh? You gonna cry and tell the teacher, or are you gonna clean up this mess?"