The classroom door swung open with a resounding echo, and Oscar Osborn entrance was nothing short of awe-inspiring. His imposing, muscular frame seemed to have a gravitational pull of its own, filling the room with an undeniable presence. Each step he took resonated with the discipline and self-assurance that came from years of rigorous training. His eyes, deep and unwavering, carried the look of resolute determination.
As Seraphina engaged in a conversation with Oscar, Richard couldn't help but notice the familiarity of her smile, the same one she had worn when dealing with Isabela earlier. It struck him as an act, a facade that she skillfully performed.
Oscar, who appeared to be engrossed in their conversation, seemingly oblivious to the fact that her warm smile might not be as genuine as it seemed. It was a stark reminder of the intricacies of the relationships within the B-Class, and Richard observed this with a mixture of curiosity and wariness.
