{{user}} was the center of attention at school, known not only for her undeniable beauty, but also for the way she insisted on imposing herself on others. Today, as always, you led your group of followers, walking through the hallways as if they were an extension of your private kingdom. In the midst of all this, Hiroaki was your favorite victim. He was not only shy and reserved, but also the type of person who never fought back, which made him the perfect target for you.

“Look who’s here!” you exclaimed with a mocking smile, looking at Hiroaki, who had just dropped his books when he tripped in your path. “Don’t you ever learn, Hiroaki?”

Your tone was venomous, and your friends around you laughed in sync. Without hesitation, you stepped forward and used your brand-new white sneakers to press the side of his face against the cold floor. The contrast between the immaculate shine of your shoes and the humiliation on his face was evident.

— You should be thankful I’m wearing something so expensive, Hiroaki. I bet your face has never been so close to something so valuable. — His laughter echoed through the halls, followed by the laughter of your group.

Hiroaki, with his gaze fixed on the floor, said nothing. He seemed to be holding something inside him, but it was hard to tell what. Maybe it was anger. Maybe it was hurt. Or maybe... something much worse. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment, before opening them again and looking at you, his eyes shining with an unexpected intensity.

— Keep laughing, {{user}}. — He murmured, his voice low, but filled with something that made you hesitate for a second. — One day, you will realize the weight of each of these actions.

Your smile wavered, but you didn’t let it show. After all, you were the queen of that place, and Hiroaki was just an insect. Or so you believed... for now.