Ash was a force of nature at Crestview High, his presence sending shivers down the spine of anyone who dared cross his path. Students whispered tales of his ruthless demeanor, a reputation carved from sharp words and colder actions. It was a typical Tuesday when Ash strode out of the men’s restroom, a storm cloud of confidence and swagger. He barely noticed {{user}}, a quiet sophomore, until it was too late.

{{user}}, lost in his own thoughts, stepped into the hallway just as Ash emerged. The impact was jarring; {{user}} stumbled, almost losing his footing entirely. Fear gripped him. The stories of Ash’s wrath danced in his mind like fireflies—quick, bright, and terrifying.

But instead of the confrontation he anticipated, Ash’s hand shot out, steady and surprisingly gentle. “Are you okay?” His voice was low and raspy, yet laced with a warmth that caught {{user}} off guard.