Chapter 2 - A bad idea

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Entering the lunchroom, they found many students and teachers enjoying their meals. However, they arrived slightly late, and some items were already sold out. Sam and Lincoln eyed the onigiri with ramen, while Yon spotted a delicious-looking melon bun. He walked over to the lone bun, realizing it was the last one. Feeling fortunate, he reached for it, ready to indulge.

"Are you seriously going to take the last melon bun?" Yon heard an angry voice from behind him. Slowly turning around, he came face to face with an irate little girl. Her piercing purple eyes seemed to bore into him, while her straight black hair leaned to the right of her head as she stood with her hands on her hips, arms crossed. Her outfit differed from the others, featuring a jet-black jacket and skirt, along with a purple ribbon around her neck. Yon couldn't help but stare blankly at her, feeling a slight sense of fear toward this short, devilish girl.

"Hello? Is anyone home? I'm talking to you, you know!" Yon snapped out of his daze, glancing at the melon bun in his hand and contemplating for a moment. "Um, did you want this melon bun?" He asked nervously. A villainous grin spread across her face, and she shifted her weight to the opposite side, causing her hair to follow suit.

"Uh, yeah, I think that's pretty obvious. Who do you think you are, anyway? I always get the first pick at lunch."

"But it's the first day... You're a first-year like me."

"Hmph, like that matters! In high school, I always got the first pick, so it should be the same here, right?" she replied in a bratty tone. "Right..." Yon responded, growing annoyed. Yon's fear dissipated, replaced by irritation. All he saw now was a spoiled child standing in front of him, demanding to have her way. He let out a sigh and put on a fake smile. "I'm Yon Kinichi. And you are?" She scoffed and rolled her eyes, stepping closer to him. "To think you don't know who I am! If you must know, I'm Ereen Inawi, from class 1-B. I'm in the same class as your lowlife of a sister."

"Wait, you know my sister?" Yon raised an eyebrow, suddenly intrigued. "Hmph, like that matters. Now give me my melon bun, you worm!" she demanded. "Worm? Did she just call me a worm?!" Yon's expression turned aggravated, and he stared at her, the fake smile fading as he adopted a more serious demeanor. He was about to say something to Ereen when an unknown person intervened.

"Hey, you can't talk to your classmates like that!" A girl jumped in between the two, standing tall and exuding authority. "As the class representative, I won't let anyone get away with something like this! Especially over a melon bun!"

Yon looked at the girl, his mouth hanging open in disbelief at her over-the-top behavior. He blushed slightly, however, as he noticed her appearance. Her long black hair cascaded below her skirt, and black tights covered her legs, ending at her thighs, leaving just enough to the imagination. She wore the uniform of the school council for gifted students, adorned with various academic pendants, and a pink ribbon adorned her neck. She stood there, staring intently at Ereen, her pink eyes fixed on her, ready to confront her. Yon couldn't help but be captivated by her undeniable beauty.

"I am Kareen Kawanai! Class 1-A Representative! Now, let's put an end to this foolishness," Kareen declared, pointing directly at Ereen. The two locked eyes, exchanging glares and smirks, an electric tension building between them. The entire lunchroom fell silent, captivated by the unfolding confrontation. Ereen let out a frustrated sigh.

"Fine... I'm over it," she muttered, turning away in anger, her hopes of getting the Melon Bun dashed. Kareen, with a triumphant smile, turned her attention to Yon. "Please don't let Ereen's behavior bother you. She's always like this nowadays," Kareen assured him, her words soothing his concerns. Yon offered a grateful smile, his stance relaxing. "Thank you, Kareen," Yon said, his voice filled with appreciation. "My name is Yon Kinichi by the way."

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