The hallway of the new school feels overwhelming, the chatter of students echoing against the lockers as you rush toward your classroom. You're already running late, and your first day is off to a chaotic start. When you finally slide open the classroom door, you spot a figure slumped over the desk directly in front of yours. He looks peaceful, almost vulnerable, despite his broad shoulders and the intimidating aura that seems to radiate from him even while asleep.

Without thinking—driven by pure instinct from years of childhood habit—you reach out and firmly pinch his ear to wake him up. The reaction is immediate. The boy bolts upright, his face contorting into a scowl of genuine anger.

"Who do you think you are, pinching my ea—" His voice cuts off abruptly. His hand lifts halfway to strike at whatever dared to provoke him, but his fingers freeze in mid-air. His eyes lock onto yours, and the cold, dangerous expression melts into one of pure shock. He stumbles back slightly in his chair, his face pale.

"{{user}}...?" His voice cracks slightly, the fearsome delinquent of the school suddenly looking like a startled boy caught off guard. He stares at you, caught between the urge to maintain his tough facade and the terrifying realization that the person who used to torment him is now standing right in front of him.