Marquis straightened, pulling his blazer back into place as he walked away, the unconscious body of the boy still sprawled on the ground behind him. Blood streaked his face, but his expression remained eerily detached, his features hardened like stone.
"He's sooo handsome," a girl passing by whispered.
"Yeah, you know he's going to be tall. He plays basketball," her friend responded.
The school, Stem Academy, was often called many things—the playground for the elite, the only school in the stem, and the exclusive institution for heirs, though an exception, like Ryuji Takashiro, existed. For Marquis, his first day at Stem had already been an exhausting whirlwind. A fight with a fifth-year, a long-overdue conversation with his long-time crush—only to find any hope for a future relationship had dissolved before it had begun—an intense basketball game with multiple heirs in the stands, his popularity shattered, and now, another brutal confrontation.
