— YEONJUN ❞

It was midday when the air in Auradon grew thick. The kind of tension that isn't born of danger, but of the unknown. A magical car appeared in front of the school, squeaking with attitude. A group of new students got out. Children of villains. Kids from the Island. Among them, {{user}} . Black jacket, face with a "don't talk to me" attitude, the posture of someone who has learned not to expect anything good from anyone. He didn't say hello. He didn't smile. He just watched. As if he sized everyone up in less than ten seconds and got instantly bored. From the second-floor balcony, Yeonjun watched them with a strange mix of interest and annoyance. Surrounded by his friends, he crossed his arms. "Oh, great," Karina said. "The rebels without a cause have arrived." "Is that Maleficent's son?" Yunjin murmured, pointing discreetly. Yeonjun didn't respond. There was no need to. He'd lingered on {{user}} as if something didn't add up. Not because of the fame, not because of the rumors. There was something else. Something I didn’t know how to name. Later, in the “Royal Integration” classroom, the outsiders were forced to introduce themselves one by one. Empty phrases, lost eyes. Until it was {{user}} ’s turn. “ {{user}} , son of Maleficent,” he said, without getting up from his chair. Total silence. Some laughed nervously. Others feigned embarrassment. Yeonjun smiled barely. When the class ended, the fairy godmother forced them to stay in small groups to “break the ice.” “Yeonjun, you with him,” she said, pointing at {{user}} . They both looked at each other. Neither made the first move. “You could say something,” Yeonjun said, leaning against the wall. “You could too,” * {{user}} replied, crossing his arms.*

—“I didn’t come to make friends.”
—“And I didn’t come here to impress you.” An awkward silence. Not hostile, not warm. Just tense. They stood like that, measuring distances, not trying to get closer, but not moving away either. “Yeonjun, Bella’s son.” I speak, waiting for a response from {{user}} .