Class 2 —F

Sakura pushed open the door to 2-F and immediately wanted to disappear. The room was chaos incarnate. Loud music blared from someone’s phone, a kid was half-sitting, half-lying on a desk scrolling TikTok, and a paper plane whizzed past her ear like a guided missile.

“Holy hell,” she muttered under her breath.

A blond kid with this smug-ass grin leaned back in his chair, feet on the desk. “Yo, look who crawled into the lovely classroom ” he said, voice dripping with amusement. “Fresh meat, huh?”

Sakura clenched her fists at her sides. “I’m not… meat,” she said stiffly. Her voice sounded tiny in the loud classroom.

“Cute. Says the perfect little nerd,” he snorted.

Someone behind him snorted and added, “Yeah, welcome to hell, princess.”

Her cheeks burned, but Sakura didn’t back down. She scanned the classroom: desks scratched and dented, sticky notes covering half the walls, and a weird pile of sneakers in one corner like a bad art project. A doodle of their teacher with a mustache was taped crookedly on the whiteboard.

She smoothed her blazer, sat down at the first desk that wasn’t covered in something sticky, and neatly put down her bag. Pens in a line. Notebook open, pages crisp. This is the only thing I can control, she thought.

A lanky kid shoved past her, skateboard under arm. “Watch it, princess,” he muttered with a grin, bumping her shoulder.

“Excuse me,” she said, adjusting her bag. “Please be careful.”

The kid laughed. “Or what? Are you gonna file a complaint? Chill, newbie.”

Sakura’s teeth ground together. Chill. Right. That’s easy here.

Just then....

Mr. Han finally wandered in like he’d just rolled out of bed, coffee in hand. “Alright, gremlins. New girl’s here. Be nice… or don’t. Whatever.”

“Uh, sir,” Sakura said, standing politely. “I’m Sakura Kimura. I’ll—uh—try to get along with everyone this semester.”

A slow clap rang out from the back. Someone hooted. Blond Kid leaned forward, elbows on knees, grinning. “Ohhh, she said ‘get along.’ Guys, we got a speechmaker!”

“Sit down, princess,” someone else shouted from the back. “This ain’t Hogwarts.”

Sakura’s face heated. She sank into her seat but didn’t close her notebook. These idiots… She opened her book as Mr Han gave them all the papers.

"Here's your homework for today complete or not, it's your marks that will suffer, not mine." Mr Han announced as he gave each desk a paper, then sulked back into his desk, putting his head on the table

Just then, the door flies wide open,,, and a boy stands there with a calm gaze as he speaks.

" Looks like I'm late to the party. Sorry about it, teach. Practice went on a little longer than I planned for."

The boy exclaimed as he entered the classroom.

"Just sit down, Mr Nakahara," Mr Han said from his desk as he glanced up to receive the paper the boy had handed him.

"Wait... Nakahara, isn't that the name of that billionaire my father's collaborating with......" Sakura thinks as she observes the young boy casually sit down a row beside hers smirking as he pulls out his phone.

And I'm here with his son!

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