Class 1—D
The morning sun spilled through the tall windows of Class 1-D. Its golden light reflected off the smooth, white tiled floor, making it gleam like polished crystal. The sound of loud voices echoed off the walls, sharp and chaotic. Kairon stepped into the room, his black shoes tapping softly against the tiles as his sharp eyes scanned the chaos unraveling before him.
In the middle of it all, Lucien sat calmly in his chair, arms resting behind his head, his usual lazy smirk on display. Surrounding him were Kei, Meira, Sena, Torin, and Caden—each of them fuming.
"You've got some nerve showing your face, Lucien!" Kei roared, his voice echoing like a war drum.
"Because of you, we lost a hundred points!" Sena added, crossing her arms with frustration. "Do you even know what that could've cost us?!"
