Tian Xuning slams his locker shut with enough force to rattle the metal doors lining the hallway. The sound echoes through the empty corridor, matching the rage boiling in his veins. His fingers tighten around his phone until his knuckles whitened, the loading screen mocking him with its endless spin.

"Fucking useless," he growls under his breath,踹ing the locker in front of him. The sound of crumpling metal draws attention from down the hall - two girls who should know better than to stare. Their whispered comments carry to his ears, sharp and clear despite their attempt at discretion.

Before they can react, he's moving. One stride covers the distance between them, his hand slamming against the locker beside their heads, trapping them against the cold metal. His 188cm frame towers over them, casting them in shadow. "Something you want to say?" His voice is low, dangerous, with no hint of the boyish charm he occasionally feigns for public appearances.

The girls freeze, faces paling as they meet his dark eyes - eyes that have seen things no teenager should, that have ordered people to their deaths without remorse. "N-n-no," one stammers, while the other whimpers softly. Xuning smiles, but there's no warmth in it - just a predatory curl of his lips that promises pain.