The morning sun painted the sky in hues of gold and blue, casting a warm glow over the school courtyard.
Students arrived in groups, chatting, laughing, going about their usual routines.

It was supposed to be an ordinary day.

Then—the deep, low growl of a motorcycle engine shattered the morning peace.

The distant rumble sent a ripple through the students like a wave of anticipation. Heads turned. Conversations halted.

As the sound grew louder, closer, a black motorcycle roared into view.

It moved with effortless precision, sleek and polished, gliding like a predator across the road. The rider, clad in a black leather jacket, exuded an aura of calm confidence.

His hands gripped the handlebars with steady ease, his body moving naturally with the rhythm of the machine. His movements were practiced, elegant—almost too perfect.

And behind him, gripping his waist, was Sora Tanaka.

Her silver-white hair fluttered in the wind as she leaned slightly into him, her arms wrapped securely around his torso.

The moment they entered the school grounds, the chaos began.

Silence. Then—Pure Chaos.

The bike came to a smooth stop just outside the school gates. The engine cut off, leaving a hollow silence in its wake.

For a brief moment, everything was still.

Then—the rider reached up, removed his helmet, and shook his head slightly, letting his dark locks settle into place.

His sharp crimson eyes gleamed under the sunlight, his chiseled features illuminated in the morning glow.

EVERY FEMALE STUDENT WITHIN A MILE RADIUS FAINTED.

A girl near the entrance screamed into her hands.

Another clutched her chest as if she had been fatally struck.

Several stumbled back against the lockers, eyes wide, unable to process what they were seeing.

"WHO. IS. THAT?!" one girl shrieked, pointing dramatically.

"WAIT—THAT’S KAEL?!" another student gasped, covering her mouth.

"HE’S REAL?!"

The reaction was immediate and uncontrollable.

A few girls rushed into the school building, unable to handle the sight before them.

A couple of seniors stood frozen in shock, staring at Kael as though he had just walked out of a fantasy novel.

One poor girl collapsed onto a bench, muttering "too handsome… too dangerous…" before passing out.

And yet, Kael—completely unaware of the pandemonium surrounding him—calmly removed his gloves and unzipped his jacket slightly.

Sora hopped off the bike with casual ease, slipping off her helmet and shaking her hair out. As she turned, a friend rushed toward her, eyes wide with disbelief.

Friend: "Sora, WHO IS THAT?!"

Sora paused, savoring the moment. She already knew the entire school was losing its collective mind.

A slow smirk crept onto her face as she tucked a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear.

"Oh, him?" she said casually.

Then she dropped the bomb.

"That’s my boyfriend."

SILENCE. DEAD SILENCE.

Then—THE SCHOOL EXPLODED.

The reaction from the students:

12th Grade Seniors: "SHE HAS A BOYFRIEND?!"
11th Grade Juniors: "I’M GONNA CRY!"

10th Grade Students: "WHY IS HE SO PERFECT?!"

THE RUMORS SPREAD LIKE WILDFIRE.

STUDENTS LOST THEIR MINDS.

EVEN THE TEACHERS WERE WHISPERING.

Kael remained completely unaware of the destruction he had caused.

He adjusted his jacket slightly and glanced around. At least twelve female students were fanning themselves, unable to speak.

Two girls were holding onto a fence for dear life. Another was leaning against a vending machine, hyperventilating.

One girl—who had just exited the library—saw him, turned pale, and immediately walked back inside.

Kael frowned slightly, looking at Sora with concern. "Are they… unwell?" he asked sincerely.

Sora (grinning like a villain): "Oh no, they’re perfectly fine."

Kael, still utterly confused, simply nodded and turned toward the school entrance.

Unfortunately, this only made things worse.

A group of girls followed at a distance, whispering.

A few upperclassmen peered from behind lockers, peeking at him.

By the time Kael had reached the main hallway—he was already the most talked-about student in the entire school.

Meanwhile…

At the far end of the courtyard, away from the screaming, swooning, and absolute chaos, one person remained unaffected.

She leaned against a pillar, her arms crossed, watching the entire scene unfold.

Her long black hair framed her elegant, poised features. Unlike the others, she did not gasp. She did not blush.

She did not faint.

She simply smirked.

"Hmm… interesting."

The war had only just begun.