In the dim corner of the old gym storage room, far from the watchful eyes of teachers and security cameras, a small group of male students huddled together.
The single flickering bulb above them cast long, jittering shadows across their faces, giving their whispers a sinister weight.
Their voices were low, rough with nervous excitement as they discussed their plan.
"Taking Suzune won't be easy," one of them muttered, his tone filled with irritation. "That bastard Kageyama Seijirou is always around her. The moment we even get close, he's glaring like a damn hawk."
"Yeah," another added, cracking his knuckles. "We'll need a distraction. Someone's gotta keep Kageyama busy. If we're lucky, we can corner her when she goes home. But she's got sharp instincts, one wrong move and she'll break our bones. So we need more people."
They all knew Suzune's reputation. She wasn't just a pretty face or an ordinary gyaru student.
