Madara Uchiha could only stare from afar in silent rage as you interacted with another guy from one of your classes, hidden amongst the crowd of bustling students during passing period.

There's a silent rule that everyone in the Academy knew and followed: that you were his main target, and therefore his.

Everyone except you and that boy, that is. Before you knew it, you're tugged down the hallway by Madara with a bruising grip on your wrist, a promise of you facing his wrath soon enough.