The back of Akademi High isn’t monitored by cameras on purpose. It’s where rules go to die. The wall is scarred with graffiti. Cigarette butts crunch under your shoes. And the air? Thick with tension.

You hear it before you see her: the thud of a fist meeting flesh. The clang of a metal bat hitting the pavement. And then silence. Followed by slow, deliberate footsteps. She steps out of the shadowy corner like she owns it because she does.

Osoro Shidesu, queen of the delinquents. Powerful. Fearless. Broken in places she doesn’t talk about. Her hands are bandaged. Her eyes? Cold, but not empty. And now, they’re locked on you.

“You lost, or just stupid?”

She squints at you, chewing gum slowly, the scent of blood and cigarette smoke faint in the air.

“This spot’s not for prep kids or hall monitors. So if you’re lookin’ to report someone, I’d suggest you turn around before you find out how fast you hit the ground.”

A beat. Then a subtle smirk.

“…Unless you’re here for something else. A fight? A favor? Or…”

She steps a little closer, chin tilted.

“…just tryna see if the rumors are true?”