"First day at the new school…"
I muttered that to myself as I brushed a strand of black hair off my face, staring into the mirror at my cold, ash-grey eyes — the kind of cold that borders on rude.
My tie was crooked, shirt collar left open on purpose, and the pants button? …Yeah, never planned to close it. I don't live by rules.
I walked into school like I didn't belong there.
And yet… it felt like the floor already knew me. The hallways, the walls — even the girls whispering from a distance like I was some dangerously hot virus.
I laughed. "God, I love the beginning of chaos."
But I wasn't ready for her.
At the end of the corridor…
A girl sat with soft blue hair, thin glasses resting neatly on her nose.
Hands holding a book. Legs crossed with perfect elegance.
Her chest gently rising and falling with every calm breath.
Lethal silence… chilling allure…
And an aura that screamed: Don't even try.
So I walked right up to her.
"Is this seat taken?"
I asked, pointing at the chair across from her with the kind of casual confidence a new student shouldn't have.
She raised her eyes slowly… scanning me like she was weighing a stray animal.
"It is. But not for you."
She said it quietly… but it landed like a knife.
I smiled.
"Cool. So we agree, then."
And I sat down.
"The name's Ren. Kiyama Ren."
Without even looking up, she replied:
"Shiunji Seiha."
Oh… that name.
Yeah, I'd heard about her before transferring.
One of the not-really-related sisters of that boring-ass "protagonist" Arata.
The guy who treats a girl like this as nothing but a "sister"?
I swear, I'll make him regret it.
I kept staring at her — no shame at all.
Watching the curve of her neck as she read, the delicate motion of her fingers turning the page.
Then I whispered:
"Your breathing is so quiet… but honestly? Kinda sexy."
She lifted her face, eyebrows arching slightly.
Her eyes flickered between confusion and mild disgust.
"Was that… a failed attempt at hitting on me?"
She asked, dead calm. Murderously calm.
"Nah… just a little artistic observation."
I tilted my head, leaning in closer to her face.
That's when I noticed it — her breath wavered, the lenses of her glasses caught a tiny glint.
"By the way…"
I reached out and gently tugged a strand of hair from behind her ear.
"Blue suits you.
But you'd look even hotter with it down over your shoulder."
She gasped — not angry… more like stunned.
Her hand flew to her hair.
"You… really don't believe in boundaries, do you?"
"And you really suck at reactions."
I laughed, leaning back on the desk like I owned it.
Right at that moment… Arata walked into the room.
Seiha's eyes flicked toward him without thinking — but her expression didn't change.
Me?
I turned to him and said:
"Is that your brother? Wow… didn't know flowers could bloom in mud."
Seiha gasped again, hand flying to her mouth.
Arata shot me a dirty look… then walked off.
And me?
I leaned toward her again and whispered:
"I promise you…
you'll forget his name — with just one finger."