The early morning sun shone through the windows of Bangladesh Metro Political and Science Academy as Mohammad Waskuruni stepped off the bus, his expression as unreadable as ever. His uniform was impeccable, reflecting the disciplined mindset he carried with him. The prestigious academy was known for its harsh standards and its fierce political and academic environment, a place where only the strong thrived.
As Waskuruni approached the gates, his eyes briefly caught sight of a girl standing nearby—Sayuri Matsui. Her calm demeanor and elegant posture set her apart from the other students rushing around. She was new to him, yet something about her presence felt familiar.
Waskuruni continued on his way, but his steps slowed as he noticed Sayuri following him into the building. As he walked toward his classroom, Class C, Section 3, he sensed her gaze on him. When he turned slightly, their eyes met for a brief moment.
Once inside the classroom, Waskuruni found his seat near the window, a spot he preferred because it gave him a clear view of both the school grounds and the classroom itself. To his left, Sayuri Matsui quietly took her seat, placing her bag down with deliberate care. To his right, the bright morning light filtered through the window, casting a soft glow on his desk.
As the bell rang and the chatter in the room died down, Sayuri leaned slightly toward Waskuruni. "You were staring at me earlier," she said in a calm, almost amused tone.
Waskuruni turned his head slightly, his expression unchanged. "I was just observing," he replied. "Nothing more."
Sayuri smiled faintly, her eyes flicking toward his. "Interesting. My name is Sayuri Matsui. And you?"
"Waskuruni. Mohammad Waskuruni."
Their brief exchange ended as their teacher, Miss Ai Matsuba, entered the room. She quickly called for silence and began the day's lessons. Miss Matsuba was known for her fairness and her high expectations, which suited Waskuruni just fine.
As the class progressed, Waskuruni couldn't help but notice that two more students stood out in the room. Maria Nina, a Russian girl who exuded an aura of mystery, sat a few seats away, often glancing in his direction. And then there was Megumi Mei, a girl whose bright energy was unmistakable. She too sat in Class C, and Waskuruni had heard whispers that she had her own reasons for taking a keen interest in him.
The class, however, was no ordinary classroom. Miss Matsuba eventually turned the lesson toward the school's unique point system, which governed everything from academic performance to social interactions. "One unique point equals one taka," she explained, "while one experience point equals 2.98 taka. These points determine your privileges, status, and future at the academy. Protect your points, or you risk expulsion."
Waskuruni leaned back slightly in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he absorbed this information. The rules of the school were intricate, and every student's survival depended on their ability to navigate the complex social and academic web. His thoughts briefly returned to Sayuri. There was something about her calm, composed nature that intrigued him, but he wasn't the type to show curiosity openly.
As the bell rang to signal the end of the lesson, Waskuruni stood, gathering his belongings. He glanced to his left to see Sayuri already looking his way.
"Care to walk together?" she asked, her voice smooth, but with a subtle edge of curiosity.
Waskuruni gave a small nod, and the two exited the classroom side by side, their first steps in what promised to be a complicated and intriguing relationship.
Outside the classroom, the academy's sprawling campus stretched out before them, filled with students vying for power, points, and survival in the school's elite environment. Waskuruni knew that this was just the beginning, and his journey would require not just intelligence, but strategy, manipulation, and an unwavering focus on his goals.
Sayuri's presence at his side was just one piece of the puzzle. With the likes of Maria Nina, Megumi Mei, and his close friend Haruka Haruto also in his orbit, Waskuruni realized that the academy wasn't just a school—it was a battleground.