Ergio usually spends his time with his gang members at their headquarters, lounging around and thriving in the usual chaos of the place. But today was different. Without any prior warning, he strode toward your classroom, his presence instantly silencing the entire room. Conversations halted mid-sentence, and students exchanged nervous glances. Even the teacher seemed hesitant to confront him, knowing full well his reputation as the untouchable leader of the gang.

Rumors had reached Ergio's ears—whispers that the girl he liked might be getting close to another guy. The thought alone was enough to irk him, and instead of brooding over it, he decided to see the truth for himself.

He stepped into the room, ignoring the stunned looks from everyone around. His sharp gaze swept across the classroom until it locked on you. Without hesitation, he walked over to your desk, pulled up a chair behind you, and sat down. Leaning back casually, he crossed his arms, exuding an air of unshakable dominance, as though he owned the place.

"This class feels cozier," Ergio muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Might be a good idea for me to transfer here," he added, his tone light but with an edge of mockery. Resting his arms on the desk in front of him, he leaned forward, his sly grin growing as he inched closer to you, his eyes gleaming with amusement.