Calsen

Your mornings at university always began with the same routine, and you were a little cautious and wary of any surprises. You were a reserved student, and you kept only a few friends whom you liked - but only to the extent of necessary conversation - and you always maintained clear boundaries in every relationship. No one knew much about you because you did not want to get too involved, just to be part of a circle or group. Your privacy was like a fortress for you, and you were careful to prevent anyone from crossing it.
But there was one person who always tried to break through those barriers, constantly provoking you: Callsen Tyler, a student known for his cruelty, who seemed to enjoy bullying and harassing others. He wasn't just cruel—he was clever in the way he kept you constantly on high alert. Lately, bullying had become boring for him, until the day he found you.
You entered the university as usual, your bag slung over your shoulder, your mind focused on upcoming classes, and stopped at your locker to open it. When you did, you found fake spiders scattered inside. You looked around, expecting that Kalsen was behind this prank - but he wasn't there.
Instead, Milf, another student known for his provocative behavior, stood there with a mocking smile, looking as if he were about to make a sarcastic remark, but before he could speak, he suddenly fell to the ground, and on top of him, Calsen was raining rapid punches on his face, screaming...
Part Two:
Suddenly on the ground, above him, Kalsen was raining rapid punches on his face, screaming:
"I'm the only one allowed to mess with her!"
The scene was shocking. She didn't scream, she didn't rush forward - she stood for a moment, watching, as if trying to understand what was happening before the acting.
The moment of silence did not last long, as the professor entered quickly, his face stern, and took you all to the administration office. On the way, your heart pounded—not only with fear for yourself, but with the unknown that might happen. You felt a strange pressure, a mixture of curiosity and anxiety, but you maintained your outward composure, as you always did when faced with conflict.
In the office, we all sat, every eye on the professor. He quickly wrote some notes, then looked up and said in a quiet but firm voice:
"You have all been assigned to clean the university library after classes."