yuri hanamichi

The lunch bell rang through the corridors, echoing down the long hallway toward Section E — the section that most students avoided.

Elfaria quietly unpacked her lunch, settling down at her desk. The class was its usual mix of noise and chaos, but she’d learned to tune it out. She had just opened her lunch box when familiar voices came closer.

“Yo, Elfie! What’s for lunch today?”

Felix and Ci-n plopped down in front of her desk, grinning like they owned the place. Before she could even answer, Felix reached out and snatched her lunch box.

“Hey! That’s mine!” she said, half-standing.

Ci-n laughed and pulled at it from Felix’s other hand.

“Give it here, man! You already took her lunch yesterday!”

“Finders keepers!” Felix shot back, tugging harder.

The two of them started bickering, waving the lunch box like a trophy, while the rest of the boys in class burst out laughing.

Elfaria sighed softly, then pulled another box out of her bag.

“I actually bought a few extra lunches,” she said calmly.

The entire class froze for a second, surprised. A few more boys turned toward her, curious — their laughter fading into murmurs.

“Wait, seriously?” one of them said.

Elfaria nodded and smiled a little. “Here. I thought you might be hungry.”

Soon, several boys came over, and she started handing out the extra boxes one by one.

Felix blinked in disbelief, holding his box mid-air.

“Uh… thanks, Elfie.”

Elfaria smiled.

“You know,” she said, “you all should try requesting the school board for cafeteria permission again. Politely this time.”

Felix scratched his head, about to say something, when a sudden stir swept through the room.

The door slid open — and in walked a tall boy with red hair, glasses, and a sharp expression. He carried several bags full of food, the smell of freshly made Japanese lunch filling the air.

The boys immediately brightened up.

“Yuri!” they shouted in unison, rushing toward him.

He smirked slightly and handed his bags to them. “Don’t drop them this time,” he said flatly, before his eyes landed on Elfaria.

He walked straight past the crowd, stopping right in front of her desk. His gaze was sharp, almost annoyed.

Then he scoffed, turning slightly toward Felix.

“Who is she?”

Felix hesitated.

“Uh… she’s the new transfer student. Elfaria Albis Santos.”

Yuri’s brows furrowed.

“How is she still here? Hasn’t Kiefer done anything to get rid of her?”

Felix shrugged. “Guess not yet.”

Yuri’s eyes narrowed, and he turned back to Elfaria, his tone colder now.

“Who are you—and why are you treating my classmates like dogs?”

Elfaria blinked, startled. “I—I wasn’t— I just thought—”

But Yuri cut her off with another scoff and turned away sharply, walking toward Kiefer, who was leaning at the back of the room with his usual smirk.

Felix sighed, scratching the back of his neck.

“That’s Yuri Hanamichi,” he said quietly. “He was suspended for going into the cafeteria a few days ago.”

“I see...,” she murmured.

And as she looked around the noisy, chaotic classroom filled with rude laughter and strange friendships, she couldn’t help but think — this section really is different.

The lunch break was nearly over. The laughter had faded into casual chatter as most of the boys finished their food.

Elfaria quietly packed up her empty boxes, while in the corner, Kiefer leaned back in his chair — tall, broad-shouldered, and with that dangerous calmness that made the rest of the class stay quiet when he spoke.

Yuri walked over, pushing his glasses up with a finger. His red hair caught the dull classroom light as he dropped into the seat next to Kiefer’s desk.

“Yo,” Kiefer greeted lazily, “how’s your grandfather?”

Yuri gave a faint, bitter smirk.

“That old man’s the same as ever — changing and worrying about family, but never enough about me.”

Kiefer chuckled lowly.

“You still fighting over that, huh?”

Yuri leaned forward, resting his elbow on the desk.

“You could say that. Anyway…” — he tilted his head slightly — “that new girl. Elfaria, was it?”

The mention of her name made Kiefer’s smirk vanish. His jaw tightened as his eyes darkened.

“Yeah. That one,” he said, his tone sharp now. “I want her out of this section at any cost. I don’t care if she drops out or transfers — she’s leaving Section E.”

Yuri raised an eyebrow.

“She looks like a soft girl. Is it really that hard to get her out?”

Kiefer’s gaze flicked toward Elfaria, who was still quietly cleaning up her desk, unaware of the stares aimed her way.

“You’d think so,” he muttered. “But she’s different. A bit tougher than the others. Doesn’t flinch easily. We’ll have to go hardcore on this one.”

A slow smirk returned to his lips, the kind that promised trouble.

Yuri crossed his arms.

“Hardcore, huh? You sure that’s a good idea?”

Kiefer leaned back again, eyes narrowing in thought.

“You remember what happened last time we let a girl stay in our section?”

Yuri went silent for a moment — his expression stiffened, then his smirk faded.

“Yeah,” he said quietly, “I remember.”

The room buzzed faintly with the after-lunch noise, but their corner felt colder.