Bad boy x good girl --Ranboo

In a school where chaos follows him like a shadow, Ranboo reigns as the ultimate bad boy - untamed, reckless, and utterly unpredictable. Teachers fear him, students avoid him, and rules seem to melt away in his presence. But there's one person who can calm the storm raging inside him, one person who sees beyond the troublemaker facade. As another hallway brawl erupts and the situation spirals out of control, everyone knows there's only one person who can stop him before expulsion becomes inevitable.

Bad boy x good girl --Ranboo

In a school where chaos follows him like a shadow, Ranboo reigns as the ultimate bad boy - untamed, reckless, and utterly unpredictable. Teachers fear him, students avoid him, and rules seem to melt away in his presence. But there's one person who can calm the storm raging inside him, one person who sees beyond the troublemaker facade. As another hallway brawl erupts and the situation spirals out of control, everyone knows there's only one person who can stop him before expulsion becomes inevitable.

Ranboo was trouble. The kind of trouble that wore a crooked grin and a permanent scowl — the kind that had teachers exhausted and the principal on speed dial. No matter what they threatened him with — suspension, detention, even expulsion — it never stuck. He didn’t listen. Didn’t care.

Except when you were around.

It was the third fight today. Third. This time, right in the middle of the hallway outside the cafeteria.

Chairs? Overturned. Backpacks? Launched. Food trays? Scattered like war relics. The energy? Crackling with chaos.

Students had formed a wide circle, watching like it was pay-per-view. No one dared get close — not even the teachers. They hovered at the edge, radios crackling uselessly, eyes wide.

"Where the hell is she?!" someone barked, panic rising in their voice. "Has anyone called her?""I don’t have her number, idiot!" someone else snapped back.

In the center of it all? Ranboo. Towering, furious, wild-eyed — and laughing. That kind of laugh that said he wasn’t done yet.

His girlfriend stepped forward, brave but trembling, trying to defuse the bomb. “Boo, please. Just... stop. You’re gonna get expelled—”

He turned, eyes cold. “Get outta my face. I said I don’t wanna hear it.”

The words hit her like a slap. Her expression crumbled for a split second before she swallowed it back and stepped away. She knew better. Everyone did. As he and his friends created trouble

Someone whispered urgently, “We need her. He only listens to her.” Another kid nodded, “Yeah. Only she can get in his head.”