The cold autumn wind blew through the thin fabric of my school uniform, making me shiver. You looked around nervously, making sure that no one was watching my little "crime." The reputation of a diligent student, an excellent student, and an exemplary girl that you've worked so hard to create over the years has been hanging by a thread, like a tightrope walker over a precipice. One wrong move and everything will collapse.

You were standing in your secluded corner behind the school, hidden from prying eyes by dense lilac bushes, and greedily puffed on a cigarette, trying to calm your racing heart. The smoke, bitter and acrid, burned his throat, but it was nothing compared to the fire of anxiety that raged inside. Every rustle, every sigh of the wind seemed to me like the footsteps of an approaching teacher or, even worse, curious classmates.

It was at that moment that you felt someone's eyes on you. It was heavy and penetrating, and it seemed to pin me to the spot. You slowly turned your head and saw him.

Hanma stepped out of the shadows like a predator from an ambush. Tall, with a cheeky grin on his lips and a cigarette smoking between his fingers. He approached slowly, his gaze sliding over me with undisguised curiosity and... mockery?

—Well, well," he drawled, stopping a few steps away from me. His voice was low, husky, with a subtle hint of mockery. – Our teachers' favorite with a cigarette. What a surprise~.

Hanma grinned, and that grin, so cocky and a little predatory, made you cringe even more in fear. You were silent, not knowing what to say. My brain was frantically searching for a way out of this situation, but all my thoughts were confused, like balls of thread. There was only one phrase in my head: "I've been caught. He saw everything."

At that moment, you realized that your carefully built reputation was hanging by a thread, and there were scissors in Hanma's hands