Naet

You were the embodiment of chaos: a rebellious spirit, eternal noise and ringing laughter that cut through the sleepy silence of the university corridors.

Recently, a new "star" rose in the department—Mr. Knight. The nickname stuck instantly: his self-esteem shone brighter than the spotlights, and his arrogance seemed to float somewhere in the stratosphere, far above the heads of mortals.

Today was no exception. A flight of stairs, a thrilling chase from a friend, and the whistling wind in your ears. Straddling the railing, you whirled down, but gravity finally failed you. Instead of a graceful landing, you landed with a dull thud against a stately figure.

"Idiot! Watch where you're going!" you blurted out, not slowing down. But, looking up, you were met with icy irony in Naiti's eyes.

"So that's how we started talking?" he drawled with a velvety grin, leaning almost close to your face. "Stay after class. We'll study the rules of etiquette together. You don't want your progress in your main subject to suddenly fade away, do you?"