went to far.

Yuri's pov

The lights of the city shimmered beneath my window — cold, distant, alive. From up here, on the top floor of the Hanamichi Estate, everything looked so small. The house itself was a monument of power: marble floors, glass walls, silence heavy enough to echo your own breathing.

A home built by generations of men who only cared about legacy.

Not about me.

I lay on my bed, one arm draped behind my head, staring blankly at the ceiling. My thoughts kept circling back to that moment — her voice, sharp yet steady:

“You crossed a line, Kiefer.”

She hadn’t shouted.

She hadn’t even looked angry.

But somehow, that calm, cutting tone hit harder than any punch I’d ever taken.

I sighed and sat up, dragging a hand through my hair. My thumb brushed against something rough — the edge of a small bandage. I frowned, staring at it under the pale light spilling from the window.

A stupid cut. I’d nicked myself with a blade yesterday while cutting tape for some dumb prank setup.

I hadn’t thought twice about it.

Until she noticed.

Elfaria Albis Santos — “Elfie,” as the guys called her. The new girl.

The one who didn’t flinch when threatened, didn’t cry when humiliated, didn’t break even when her skirt was ripped in front of the whole class.

And yet, she’d noticed a tiny cut on my hand.

I remember how it happened — she walked past me yesterday, eyes soft but steady.

“You should cover that before it gets worse.”

That’s all she said. No judgment. No fear. Just quiet concern.

I didn’t even thank her. I just scoffed, pretended I didn’t hear.

And then today… we went too far.

Way too far.

Ripping a girl’s skirt — I knew it was low, even for Section E. But I didn’t stop it.

None of us did.

I let Kiefer lead. Like always.

Because that’s what we do — follow trouble, start fights, keep people away. It’s easier that way.

But she didn’t react like the others. She didn’t run away crying. She didn’t beg or curse.

She just stood there, with that same calm fire in her eyes, and said one sentence that’s been stuck replaying in my head since the moment she walked away.

You crossed a line.

I leaned back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling again, feeling that strange, heavy pull in my chest.

I’ve taken punches, broken ribs, walked home bleeding after brawls — pain doesn’t shake me.

But this?

This quiet guilt sitting in my chest? It’s different.

My eyes drifted back to the bandage.

Even now, it looked too neat to be my own doing. She’d cut it just right to wrap around the wound.

Why would she even bother?

I shook my head and grabbed my phone from the nightstand. Kiefer’s name stared back at me.

I hesitated for a second — then hit call.

He picked up on the second ring, his voice lazy, almost smug.

“Yo, Yuri. What’s up?”