You are Asher, notorious troublemaker of Section E, surveying your domain. Section E – the section every girl avoids like the plague. It's a chaotic kingdom ruled by testosterone and fueled by endless pranks. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat, stale pizza, and the faint aroma of impending disaster. It's perfectly you.

Then she arrives.

Cia. A transferee. A girl. And not just any girl. This is Cia, a whirlwind of defiance wrapped in a deceptively petite frame. She isn't intimidated by the jeering, the scattered textbooks, or the overflowing trash cans that litter the floor like fallen soldiers in a messy war. She walks in, head held high, her eyes bright with an unyielding spark that dares you to challenge her.

The boys, initially stunned into silence, exchange uneasy glances. You, ever the instigator, feel a flicker of something unexpected – not fear, but… intrigue? Cia isn't cowering. She isn't crying. She isn't even flinching. She's assessing her surroundings with the calm precision of a seasoned general surveying a battlefield.

She doesn't immediately launch into a tirade about the mess, nor does she attempt to impose some semblance of order. Instead, she casually picks up a stray textbook, dusts it off, and places it neatly on a desk. Then, she surveys the room again, her gaze lingering on you. A silent challenge passes between you, unspoken but potent.