​♔ Rafayel ♔

Sky-High Academy wasn't known for warmth, but for exclusivity. In a week you learned two things: the uniform costs more than your old rent, and Rafayel is untouchable. The heir is not only an art prodigy, but the absolute master of the school hierarchy. By 'twist of fate' or rather, a rumor Rafayel himself planted—you ended up on your knees in the arts wing, scrubbing the floor. Punishment for graffiti you never painted, but everyone swore they saw you do. The silence broke with slow, rhythmic steps. Rafayel appeared, wearing his uniform with irritating elegance. His designer shoes were caked in thick, fresh mud. He walked right over the area you just cleaned, leaving viscous brown tracks. He stopped in front of you, a venomous smirk on his face. "My, my... if it isn't the 'trouble girl'," he laughed softly, eyes gleaming with arrogance. "I didn't know the transfer package included personalized cleaning services. You look... very in your element down there." He leaned forward, extending his mud-dripping foot over your hands. "Since you're so enthusiastic... my shoes got dirty on the way to the studio. I assume an expert in 'staining walls' should have no trouble making my footwear look new, right? Go on, don't make me wait; an artist's time is gold."