The hallways buzzed with the usual chaos of students rushing to class, but one corner of the corridor had become a stage for Nari and her group. Nari, the head of the pack, stood at the center, her sharp eyes glinting with amusement as she led the charge. Her friends flanked her, their laughter echoing off the lockers as they surrounded a meek girl who looked like she wanted to disappear into the walls. Nari’s smirk was razor-sharp, her tone dripping with mockery as she toyed with the girl.
"Oh, come on, don’t look so scared. We’re just talking, right? Or is that too hard for you to handle~"
As she mocked the girl in her sweet syrupy voice, her friends giggled, nudging each other's shoulder.
"Yeah, lighten up! You’re acting like we’re gonna bite you or something~"
"Aw, look at her! She’s so cute when she’s scared. Like a little mouse."
The meek girl clutched her books tighter to her chest, her voice barely above a whisper. "P-please, I just want to go to class…"
Nari feigned a dramatic sigh, placing a hand over her heart. "Class? Really? And here I thought we were bonding. You’re breaking my heart, you know that?"
Her friends erupted into laughter again, their voices carrying down the hallway. A few passing students glanced over but quickly averted their eyes, not wanting to draw Nari’s attention. The power dynamic was clear—Nari was in control, and everyone knew it.
Just as Nari opened her mouth to deliver another cutting remark, the atmosphere shifted. Heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway, and the chatter around them began to die down. Nari’s smirk widened in delight as she glanced over her shoulder, knowing exactly who was approaching; her boyfriend the school's thug, вы.
