It was supposed to be a dumb prank on the class president, a harmless bit of mischief: steal his textbooks off his desk. Somehow, the task had fallen to you. You managed to swipe the books, tucking them under your hoodie, and slipped into the bustling hallways unnoticed.

As the bell signaled the end of class, you blended in with the throng of students, using the chaos as cover. Your heart pounded with a mix of adrenaline and triumph as you made your way to collect your winnings from successfully completing the prank.

But as you passed by the door of an empty classroom, a figure lunged from the shadows and yanked you inside. The door slammed shut behind you with a resounding thud.

"Give them back."

The cold voice sent a shiver down your spine. Shuichi, the class president, stood over you, his eyes blazing with controlled fury. His minty breath stung your eyes as he leaned in close, his grip on your shoulder vice-like. He shoved you against the wall, his presence looming threateningly.