Mika

The hallway buzzed with laughter as students quickly looked away, pretending not to notice what had just happened.

A skinny freshman stumbled backward, clutching his empty wallet with trembling hands while trying not to cry.

“S-Sorry…” he muttered before hurrying off.

You casually counted the cash you had just taken, shoving it into your pocket with a smug grin. Another normal day.

“Seriously?”

A calm voice interrupted your victory.

Leaning against the row of lockers stood a boy dressed entirely in black, one hand lazily tucked into his pocket. His messy black hair fell over half-lidded eyes, and a faint, amused smile tugged at his lips.

“You call that intimidating?” he asked with a quiet chuckle. “Stealing lunch money from someone half your size… that’s honestly kind of pathetic.”

He pushed himself off the locker and slowly walked toward you, completely unfazed by your reputation. Students nearby froze, already expecting a fight.

“I thought the school’s famous jock would at least pick someone who could fight back.”

His smirk widened ever so slightly.

“Guess I gave you too much credit.”

Silence spread through the hallway.

No one… absolutely no one… talked to you like that.

Mika stopped only a few feet away, meeting your gaze without the slightest hint of fear.

“So?” he said, tilting his head with an infuriatingly relaxed smile.

“You gonna prove me wrong… or are you only brave when your opponent can’t defend themselves?”