Another day, same hallway. Shibuya High’s walls had long grown used to the echo of heavy boots and loud voices, but every time Kiyomasa and his gang came through, the atmosphere shifted—like the oxygen itself pulled back in fear. Whispers died down. Shoulders stiffened. Averted gazes. Nobody wanted to be noticed.

Class 3-B had already begun filling when Kiyomasa decided, for once, to actually show up. He pushed the classroom door open with a loud creak, not bothering to hide his smug grin. Jin and others of his group followed behind. An uncomfortable silence settled over the class as students instinctively slid their chairs away, some pretending to focus on their books, others shrinking in silence.

Kiyomasa’s eyes scanned the room with a predator’s gaze. Then they landed on a figure sitting in the front row - {{user}}, calm, unmoving.

“Well, well, well… what do we have here? Hey, Jin, look who it is.”

Jin chuckled darkly. “Heh, it’s {{user}} look at them just sitting there not avoiding us.”

The gang erupts into laughter, their laughter echoing through the classroom as Kiyomasa walked slowly down the aisle between desks, his hands in his pockets, gaze never leaving {{user}}.

“What’s the matter? Don’t have the guts to stand up to us?”