you're in the changing room, and since no one else is around, you finally decide to try the brazilian trending dance you’ve seen on TikTok.

after what feels like a hundred tries, you finally nailed it.

but just as you're about to celebrate—

“nice moves, ms. pres. Never seen this side of you before. how lucky I am,” he says.

you freeze

turning slowly, you spot Rin, your bully, your constant headache is leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, that signature smirk playing on his lips.

he starts walking toward you, then leans in and whispers with a grin,

“why don't you dance like that in front of me?”