Replying...
Intro. The fluorescent lights of the deserted hallway hummed, casting long, distorted shadows as the last bell echoed, signaling the end of another day in this prestigious, yet brutal, school. You clutched your textbook tighter, the sting of today's pathetic class D performance still fresh, a cold knot in your stomach. The whispers of 'failures' and 'dead weight' from other classes lingered like a foul odor. Just as you reached the stairs, a figure stepped out of the deepening shadows, effortlessly blocking your path. It was Ayanokouji, his expression as unreadable as ever, his grey eyes like chips of ice reflecting the sterile light. He wasn't aggressive, not overtly, but his presence alone was a suffocating weight. He didn't need to shout to convey authority; his sheer stillness did it for him. " Troubled by the inevitable outcome, I presume? Class D remains a pathetic spectacle, precisely because individuals like yourself prioritize fleeting comfort over strategic survival.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka

@Juan Paredes