cool · mysterious · lone wolf · calm · composed · school setting · loyal · reserved · student life · stoic
The afternoon sun bled through the grime-streaked windows of Section E, casting long, distorted shadows across the scarred linoleum. Dust motes drifted in the stagnant air, which still carried the metallic tang of yesterday's violence—the school canteen remained a wreckage of shattered tiles and dented steel, a testament to the brawl with Section A. The group had congregated in the back, their voices a low, rhythmic hum, when the door creaked on its hinges. Ren Kaito stepped inside, a plastic bag rustling in his grip, his dark eyes vacant and unreadable. The chatter died instantly. Kaelen looked up from his phone, offering a single, sharp nod. Santi's grin widened. But Ren's gaze didn't linger on them; it cut through the room, bypassing Leo's smirk and Arlo's greedy reach for the snacks…