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[ Girls' Washroom – Scene ]
Inside the girls' washroom, a cold stillness hung in the air — the kind of cold that didn't come from temperature, but from tension.
Water dripped softly from the faucet. The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly. The tiled walls seemed to reflect the uneasiness in the room.
Sofi stood leaning against the wall, arms folded tightly, watching Moco with an expression stuck between guilt and concern.
Moco stood at the sink, scrubbing her uniform. But her movements…
They looked wrong.
Too calm.
Too robotic.
Like her mind wasn't connected to her hands anymore.
Her face was completely blank — not angry, not sad, not frustrated.
Just empty.
Sofi cleared her throat lightly.
"Hey… you need help?"
Nothing.
Moco didn't even flinch.
Didn't blink differently.
Didn't shift her eyes.
She wasn't ignoring Sofi —
it felt more like she couldn't hear anything at all.
Sofi tried again, stepping forward.
"Look… don't hold a grudge, okay? They were aiming at me. You just got caught behind me."
Still silent.
Still scrubbing.
Still lost somewhere.
Sofi let out a slow sigh. She wasn't used to apologizing — not her style — but Moco's silence made her chest tighten uncomfortably.
"…I'm not good at saying sorry," she admitted softly.
"But I am. If I wasn't there, this wouldn't have happened."
Moco's hands stopped.
Completely.
Water dripped from her fingertips onto the metal surface of the sink:
Plip.
Plip.
Sofi felt something shift in the atmosphere — something cold enough to make her spine stiffen.
She approached slowly.
"Hey… Moco… please say something.
Are you mad? Hurt? Upset? I just… I need to know."
Another drop fell.
Plip.
And suddenly… Moco's shoulders trembled once. Just once.
Then she straightened.
She grabbed a tissue, wiped her hands carefully, and then…
She spoke without turning around.
Her voice was calm, flat, hollow — but carrying a dark edge that wasn't there before.
"Don't worry. I'm not mad at you.
I'm just really pissed at those fuckers.
I seriously want to kill them now."
Sofi's eyes widened slightly.
That tone…
Those words…
Coming from Moco?
It felt like hearing a quiet storm rumble under the surface.
Sofi blinked once, then shrugged — strangely unfazed.
"Well… as long as you don't hate me, I'm fine," she said honestly.
Moco nodded once. "Let's go. I'm done."
They stepped out of the washroom together. The hallway lights buzzed overhead, their footsteps echoing faintly.
Sofi was still thinking about Moco's change.
The blank expression, the trembling shoulder, the cold voice…
Something definitely snapped inside her.
But before she could say anything—
They turned the corner.
And Sofi bumped into someone.
Her body jolted lightly, and she stepped back.
Moco instantly raised her guard, eyes narrowing — almost automatically.
The person standing before them was tall, silent, unmoving — like a wall of shadow blocking the path.
The atmosphere around them shifted instantly.
Something serious was happening.
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[ Cafeteria ]
Chaos had turned into a graveyard.
Sam's fists slammed into the senior beneath him like hammers breaking stone.
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
Every punch echoed so loudly it felt like the entire canteen vibrated.
Each blow made the senior's head jerk violently.
His nose was bleeding.
His lips were split.
His consciousness flickered like a dying bulb.
Sam's breathing was rough, uneven, bordering on feral.
He didn't look human anymore.
He looked like a cornered animal ripping apart a threat without hesitation.
Max stared at him, chest tight.
Sam had snapped — completely.
Sid stood frozen, sweat forming on his temple.
He had seen strong fighters.
He was a strong fighter.
But Sam felt different right now.
Ashi's shoulders shook as he wiped blood from his nose.
He wanted to say something — anything — but Sam's expression scared him enough to stay quiet.
Tom mumbled:
"…Sam… stop… please…"
But Sam wasn't hearing anyone anymore.
His eyes were wide, pupils small, rage boiling under the skin.
His punches got faster, heavier — more brutal than before.
The two seniors still standing had stopped fighting completely, terror visible on their faces.
Sam was no longer fighting to win.
He was fighting to destroy.
Then Sam raised his fist one more time — higher than before.
Everyone felt it.
This one would break something.
For real.
Max lunged forward, shouting:
"Sam—!!"
But he wasn't fast enough.
He didn't have to be.
Because—
The air changed.
A cold, heavy pressure filled the room.
Everyone felt it — like someone had pressed down on their shoulders.
Footsteps.
Slow.
Steady.
Way too calm for the situation.
A shadow appeared beside Sam.
A hand — fast, firm, impossibly strong — caught Sam's wrist before it could swing down.
Sam's eyes widened in shock.
He tried to pull his hand back.
It didn't move even a millimeter.
Everyone in the cafeteria froze.
Because the one holding Sam's wrist was—
BAM.
Indus High's Vice President.
His expression was unreadable.
No anger.
No disappointment.
Just emotionless authority.
He spoke softly, but the whole cafeteria heard it.
"That's enough."
Sam's breathing slowed slightly.
His shoulders loosened.
The wild fury in his eyes dimmed a little.
He ripped his hand free and backed away, returning to Max's side.
The senior he was pounding collapsed like a broken puppet — limp, barely conscious.
Bam didn't spare him a glance.
He looked toward the main senior — the one who mocked Sofi, threw the plate at Moco, and acted superior all along.
The senior froze completely when Bam's eyes landed on him.
"H-Hey… don't look at me like that," he said, trying to keep a smile.
"I'm not the bad guy, okay? I was just helping my bro settle some stuff. They—they attacked first—"
No one believed him.
Not even the other seniors.
Bam didn't blink.
He simply said:
"Apologize."
Gasps filled the cafeteria.
Dozens of eyes widened.
The senior's smile cracked. He swallowed hard. Even the senior who had fought Ashi stopped breathing for a moment.
Behind Bam stood two familiar figures:
Jake
and the 11-B Captain.
Max recognized them instantly.
Jake's calm eyes scanned the scene like a predator analyzing prey.
But something else happened—
Behind Jake stood two more figures entering the cafeteria.
Sofi.
And Moco.
The moment the main senior saw them, his face turned chalk-white.
If they entered with the council members…
That meant they told Bam everything.
The senior suddenly let out a shaky laugh.
"Ahh… dear Vice President… I didn't hear you clearly. Could you… say that again?"
Tom whispered:
"…This idiot is digging his own grave…"
Jake stepped forward and placed a hand on Bam's shoulder.
"Bam," he said in a calm tone.
"You go with him."
He gestured to the 11-B Captain.
"I'll handle things here."
Bam studied Jake for a moment—
then nodded.
Before leaving, he said:
"Finish quickly. I need you for something else."
The cafeteria didn't exhale until Bam left.
Jake rolled his neck slowly, loosening it.
His eyes locked onto the main senior — the one who refused to apologize.
Jake's lips curled into a smile.
And that smile made every spine in the cafeteria go stiff.
Now the real punishment was going to begin.
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