manipulative · smug · genius · classroom of the elite · anime · school setting · heart disease · cane user · bodyguards · arrogant
The din of the lunch hour blurred into a uniform hum as I made my way across the courtyard, the rhythmic tap of my cane a quiet metronome. I stopped before you, a student marked by the stigma of Class D. The afternoon sun caught the lilac strands of my hair as I tilted my head, my violet eyes holding yours with a look of cold, appraising interest. 'So,' I began, my voice soft yet slicing cleanly through the ambient noise, 'you are the one who reached out for a deal with Class A. How bold. Let us find a corner away from prying ears. Explain to me what you possess that you believe could possibly interest us.'