CIN (teasingly):
"So… you and Yuri—are you a thing now?"
Y/N (wide-eyed, scoffs):
"What the—CIN! Don't just assume stuff like that!"
Before Cin could grin any wider, a series of confident footsteps echoed behind them.
Tap, tap, tap—
The courtyard atmosphere shifted.
The Queenkas of the university had arrived.
Their presence was loud even in silence—heels clicking, heads held high, eyes sharp like they owned the place.
And their target? Clear as day.
Y/N.
Freya, the self-proclaimed queen of the campus, called out with a sharp tone, her arms crossed and expression twisted with smug superiority.
Freya:
"Hey, transfer student!"
Y/N turned slowly, meeting Freya's icy glare.
Freya (stepping closer):
"What did you do to Yuri? Is he blind or just being stupid? Why did you show up with him this morning like you own the place?"
A few murmurs rippled through the courtyard crowd. The other queenkas stood behind Freya like backup dancers in a showdown.
CIN (under her breath):
"Oh no. Here we go…"
Y/N remained silent for a moment, her expression unreadable.
Y/N (calmly, tilting her head):
"Is Yuri your boyfriend?"
That question hit harder than expected. The crowd quieted, waiting for Freya's response.
Freya (balking for a second, then scoffing):
"What? No—but everyone knows we're meant to be together. He just hasn't realized it yet."
Y/N (with a faint smirk):
"Then maybe you should figure that out with him… instead of coming at me like I stole something that was never yours."
Gasps erupted from a few bystanders. Cin tried to hide a grin, while Rakki blinked in surprise.
Freya's jaw clenched.
Freya (spitting with venom):
"You bitch… You talk too much."
Before Y/N could react, Freya snatch a bottle of juice from one of her followers and, with a smug grin, poured it all over Y/N's dress.
The cold liquid soaked through her clothes, dripping down in slow motion as the courtyard fell into stunned silence.
Freya burst out laughing, tossing the empty bottle aside.
Freya (mockingly):
"That's what you deserve. Stay in your place, transfer student. You don't deserve Yuri—and don't even think about stealing him from me."
Cin (furious):
"Freya, are you insane?!"
Rakki (gritting her teeth):
"She's crossed the line."
Y/N sit there for a second, frozen—not from the cold juice, but from the sharp slap of humiliation and anger rising inside her.
Y/N slowly stood up, her soaked dress clinging to her frame, but her expression remained calm—eerily calm.
Y/N (voice steady):
"You're insane, Freya… That was such a childish act."
Her words weren't loud, but they cut deeper than any scream could. The crowd watched, stunned.
Without sparing another glance, she turned on her heel and walked away—head held high, leaving behind the juice-stained ground and Freya's forced smirk.
Cin and Rakki quickly rushed after her.
Cin (worried):
"Y/N, wait up!"
Rakki (fuming):
"I swear, next time I'm throwing hands."
They followed her, leaving Freya standing in the middle of the courtyard, seething that her humiliation attempt had only made Y/N look stronger.
As they walked away, Cin suddenly stopped and spun on her heel, her voice echoing across the courtyard.
Cin (sharply):
"Freya, you better be careful from now on…"
The crowd turned to her, eyes wide.
Cin (cold, almost daring):
"…because danger doesn't always come with a warning. You've just made a very stupid move."
A hush fell over the courtyard. Even Freya's friends shifted uncomfortably.
Freya (trying to keep her cool):
"Is that a threat?"
Cin (smirking):
"Nopeee you'll know soon.. the storm is nearing you Freya ."
With that, she turned and caught up to Y/N and Rakki, leaving behind a courtyard full of whispers and widened eyes.
Y/N rushed into the washroom, her soaked dress sticking to her uncomfortably. Rakki trailed behind, rambling with frustration.
Rakki (furious):
"I swear, if she ever comes near you again—juice? Really? What are we, ten?! I'll—"
Y/N (calm but firm):
"Rakki, stop. They're fools. I'm not lowering myself to their level."
She sighed, trying to pat down the mess on her dress.
Y/N:
"Do you have an extra jacket or maybe your P.E. uniform?"
Rakki (wincing):
"Ayy… Y/N, I just took everything home yesterday to wash! Hold on—I'll ask Cin. Stay here, okay?"
Y/N:
"Go."
Rakki darted out of the washroom.
But as she scanned the hallway, Cin was nowhere to be found.
Rakki (muttering, irritated):
"Where is that freaking Cin now? Tch—this is not the time to disappear."
As Rakki turned back into the washroom, a worried look on her face, she said,
"Y/N, Cin's not there. I don't know where he—"
She was cut off by a voice that echoed from outside the washroom entrance—deep, familiar, and slightly breathless.
"Y/N!"
Both girls froze.
It was Yuri ,sweat beading at his temple from rushing.
Yuri (tone slightly raised):
"Are you okay?!"
Y/N and Rakki exchanged a look of pure shock.
Rakki (whispering):
"Did he just—?"
Before she could finish, Yuri pushed the door open without hesitation, stepping into the girls' washroom like he owned the place. The few other girls inside gasped and scurried out, their eyes wide.
"Yuri?!" Y/N exclaimed, startled.
Yuri's eyes locked onto her—her soaked dress, her clenched fists. His jaw tightened.
Yuri (low, intense):
"Who did this?"
He didn't wait for an answer. His gaze burned with fury.
Rakki (awkwardly stepping aside):
"Uhh… okay I'm just… I'm gonna give you two some space…"
She backed out slowly, muttering something about calling Cin.
Y/N (sighs):
"You shouldn't be here… this is the girls'—"
Yuri:
"Do I look like I care right now?"
His voice was low but sharp. Then it softened as he stepped closer.
Yuri (quietly):
"Are you okay?"
As Yuri stood inside the washroom, completely unfazed by the setting, the remaining girls started slipping out—one by one.
Their whispers filled the hallway:
"Oh my god, that's Yuri Hanamitchi…"
"He just walked into the girls' washroom…"
"Is it true then? About him and the transfer girl?"
"He looked pissed. Did someone mess with her?"
The rumors were already beginning to swirl like wildfire.
Meanwhile, Y/N, still flustered, stepped back from him slightly, trying to regain her composure.
Y/N (whispering):
"Now everyone's gonna talk…"
Yuri (calmly):
"Let them."
He took off his varsity jacket and held it out toward her.
Yuri:
"Put this on. We're leaving."
Yuri didn't say another word—he gently reached over and helped Y/N slip into his varsity jacket, his fingers brushing her arms lightly. The oversized jacket draped around her, still warm from him.
Now left in just his fitted white vest, he looked every bit like the storm he was about to bring.
Without waiting, he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the door.
Y/N (whispering):
"Yuri… I'm okay now. You can let go of my hand."
But instead of loosening his grip, his fingers only tightened.
Yuri (without turning):
"I'm not letting go. Not when you were humiliated like that."
The hallway was alive with gasps and stares as they walked through. Students parted for them, whispering like it was the climax of a drama.
"He's seriously holding her hand—"
"What happened in there?"
"Did someone actually mess with her?"
But Yuri didn't flinch. He walked like he owned the entire corridor, and with Y/N beside him, no one dared block his path.
As Yuri and Y/N made their way down the hallway, a group of girls couldn't help but stop and stare, their eyes following the pair with admiration. Some whispered to each other, their voices dripping with excitement.
Girl 1 (whispering):
"Look at him, Yuri Hanamitchi, with his red hair and that white vest… He's a walking dream."
Girl 2 (sighing):
"He's perfect, isn't he? And did you see the way he just… held her hand?"
They giggled, but Y/N could feel their attention lingering on Yuri—completely ignoring her as if she wasn't even there. She wasn't sure why it bothered her so much, but it did. The whispers continued, some outright talking shit.
Girl 3 (loudly, snickering):
"Who's she, though? Just a transfer student? Bet she doesn't even know what she's got."
Girl 4 (laughing):
"She probably thinks he's into her… what a joke."
Y/N (under her breath, irritated):
"Unbelievable…"
But none of the whispers could break Yuri's stride. His gaze stayed forward, his grip on her hand still firm, unbothered.
Then, they reached the end of the hallway and Freya appeared in front of them. Her face was flushed with rage, her hands clenched into fists.
Freya (fuming, with venom in her voice):
"You! How dare you walk around like you're some queen beside him?"
She shot a glare at Y/N, her voice echoing through the hallway.
"You think you belong here with Yuri?"
Y/N's steps halted. Her heart thumped a little too loudly in her chest. She glanced around—eyes, whispers, judgement. Slowly, she tried to slip her hand out of Yuri's, not wanting to drag him further into unwanted drama.
But before she could break free, Yuri's sharp gaze sliced toward her—his red eyes locking hers with quiet intensity.
Yuri (coolly):
"What now?"
Y/N (softly, almost guilty):
"It seems I ruined your reputation here… lemme go, Yuri."
He didn't respond right away. Instead, he tilted his head down, close to her face, his voice low but loud enough for everyone around to hear.
Yuri (smirking):
"Miss, do you want me to carry you bridal style instead?
It's easy for me."
A wave of gasps ran through the hallway.
Freya stood frozen, jaw clenched tight. Her hands curled into fists at her side. Her pride was bruised—no, shattered.
With a loud stomp, she turned on her heel and stormed off, her heels clicking furiously against the floor as her entourage rushed to follow.
As Freya vanished around the hallway corner, a charged silence hung in the air for just a second—then it broke like a cracked dam.
"Did he just—?"
"Bridal style??!"
"Wait, are they dating for real?"
Whispers flooded the hallway like wildfire.
Some girls stood frozen, blinking in disbelief.
Others had already pulled out their phones, recording what little they could before Yuri's sharp eyes dared them to keep going.
"Yuri's never stood up like that for anyone before…"
"That transfer girl must be something…"
"Maybe she cast a spell on him."
Meanwhile, a group of boys at the lockers smirked, nudging each other.
"Damn, Yuri's bold."
"She might just be the queen of this school soon."
One girl sighed dramatically, clutching her chest.
"He looked like a whole anime protagonist in that vest. I hate this but I love it."
And in the middle of it all, Yuri didn't say a word.
He just kept walking, fingers firmly laced with Y/N's, completely unfazed by the stares, the gasps, the chaos.
Y/N, on the other hand, tried to keep her head down, cheeks warm, heart pounding.
This wasn't just walking down a hallway anymore—it felt like walking through a battlefield.
With all eyes still lingering behind them, Y/N finally sighed and stopped resisting.
She surrendered to the moment, quietly letting him lead her away.
Outside, the sleek blue BMW Z4 sat glinting under the sunlight like it was waiting for drama.
Yuri walked ahead, opened the passenger door like a gentleman—but his tone still held a certain authority.
"Go inside."
Y/N didn't argue this time. She slipped into the seat calmly, settling in as if the chaos back there hadn't happened.
Yuri rounded the car, slid into the driver's seat, and without a word, started the engine.
With a sharp screech of tires and a smooth drift, the BMW sped out of the campus gates, slicing through the roads like a blue flame.
Neither of them said anything—windows down, hair blowing, tension swirling in the wind between them.
But the silence wasn't uncomfortable.
It was just… charged.