"Well, it's o finally meet you. First things first—my name is Travis. I'm sure you've heard that name quite a bit retly," he said, his voice calm but carrying an unmistakable authority.

  The moment the principal registered the name, his entire demeanor shifted. He shot up from his chair as if it had suddenly caught fire, pressing his hands together in a nervous csp. A sheepish smile stretched across his face as he hurried around the desk, his posture almost servile.

  "Oh! Sir, you decided to e in person," he stammered, his voi awkward mix of excitement and apprehension. "It's truly an honor to meet you. Please, take my seat!" He gestured toward the chair as if a throo a king.

  Travis remained unfazed, simply turning the chair sideways with a flick of his wrist, making it rotate zily. He didn't bother sitting.

  "Nah, not feeling like it," he said ftly befng around the office. "But I do need an energy drink."

  The words had barely left his mouth before the principal practically bolted out the door, his dress shoes clig frantically against the tiled floor. The sed he stepped into the hallway, several teachers turo see their superior sprinting—yes, sprinting—past them, his expression riddled with urgency. They exged bewildered gnces, unsure of what had just happened or whether they should intervene.

  Mier, the principal returned, slightly out of breath, but holding a chilled energy drink with both hands like it was an . He shut the office door behind him, walked over, and presehe to Travis with an eager smile.

  Travis accepted it with a smirk. He could have kept pying with the man, twisting the knife of intimidation just a little more—but holy, he wasn't in the mood. Maybe ime.

  "Write me up as one of the students in this school," he said casually, crag open the . The sound of the carbonation esg was the only noise in the room. "I'll need ay card so I e and go as I please. I'll be back this afternoon to pick it up."

  And with that, he turned on his heel and walked out, leaving the principal to slump against his desk, exhaling in pure relief.

  As he wiped his brow, ohought pgued his mind.

  ' How did such a young kid afford to buy this whole institution? Crypto? He didn't even drink the energy drink' he thought.

  Travis left the faculty office, sighing as he stepped into the hallway. Just as he did, he nearly bumped into the protagonist of Is There ay Room?—an amusing ce that made him shake his head.

  'Well, at least this pce has hot women. That's for sure.' He thought as he adjusted his bag strap and made his way to css.

  That was when he spotted her.

  So-Yeon Goo.

  One of the main heroines of the story.

  She stood out effortlessly, her long bck hair flowing smoothly down her back. A pair of thin-framed gsses sat on the bridge of her nose, but they did nothing to dull her beauty—if anything, they added to it. Her fident stride, the way her lips curled into a knowing smirk as she walked, and the effortless sway of her hips all made it clear: she knew she was attractive.

  And Travis liked that about her.

  His pn for today? Get to know her better.

  As she walked past him, she suddenly wihe small a pulled him out of his daze, making his heart skip a beat. Damn. She really was something.

  Ag quickly, he turned on his heel and called out to her.

  "Ms.So-Yeon!"

  She paused mid-step before looking back at him, one brow arched in curiosity.

  "Hey, I'm new here," he started, walking up to her, "and I'm supposed to be taking your css. The principal gave me dires, but…" He let out a sheepish chuckle. "I'm not really good with that."

  Her lips twitched upward. "That much is evident, sidering yoing the wrong way." She crossed her arms, tilting her head. "Lucky for you, you ran into me. e on, css is about to start."

  Travis grinned and fell into step beside her.

  The hallways were retively empty as they walked, which made things easier for him. Less noise, fewer distras.

  "So," she began, gng at him, "why'd you transfer here? There are way better institutions than this one, you know."

  "Oh, I didn't have much of a choice," he admitted with a shrug. "It was either this ap year, and I wasn't feeling that, holy."

  She hummed in uanding befiving him a once-over. "What doesn't make sehough, is how you don't have y." She gestured at his empty hands. "I mean, how do you expect to learn?"

  Travis smirked. "Funny story, actually. There I was, filling up the motor. I turn around, and the little kid had done a runner." He exaggerated his at, doing his best impression of Billy Butcher from The Boys.

  So-Yeon blinked, clearly caught off guard. Then she burst into ughter, pg her books down on a nearby desk. "What the hell was that?"

  "You haven't watched The Boys?" he asked, stepping closer and leaning slightly against her table.

  "Nope," she said, still chug. "Was that a British at? It was actually pretty good, won't lie." She shook her head. "But, man, that was se. Se it looped back around to being funny."

  Travis exhaled in relief. 'Damn, that was a high-risk gamble. Looks like it paid off.'

  "You should give it a shot. The show, I mean." He fshed a lopsided grin. "Maybe we could find some mutual is."

  At that, she raised an eyebrow. "Are you hitting on me?" She smirked. "I don't even know your least get the basics down first."

  He chuckled. "Oh, sorry. I was too busy imagining our future together." He extended his hand. "ravis. I already know yours—and yes, I realize how that sounds."

  She eyed him for a moment before shaking his hand, her grip firm but pyful. "Yep. Totally not creepy from the raudent." Her smirk widened. "You and I should hang out sometime. I have a feeling we'd make great drinking buddies."

  Travis grihis was goier than expected.

  As So-Yeanized her notes a up for css, Travis kept the versation lively, throwing in jokes and pyful remarks. She chuckled more than once, clearly eained by his antics.

  "Okay, okay, stop," she said, shaking her head with a smirk. "Yonna make me mess up my lesson pn."

  Travis grinned. "What I say? I have a gift."

  She rolled her eyes but didn't argue.

  Before they k, students began trig into the , filling up the empty seats one by ohe air grew louder with chatter, the usual pre-css energy settling in.

  That was when two particur studeered—both looking incredibly disheveled, and embarrassed. The two had been caught having sex and are now sitting in shame.

  After some time Na-Yeon and Ha-Seong came in.

  Na-Yeon and Ha-Seong stepped iheir footsteps eg slightly against the tiled floor. The moment their eyes nded on Travis, they froze. A flicker of surprise crossed their faces before they quickly approached him, their expressions a mix of fusion and curiosity.

  "Yo, what are you doing here?" Na-Yeon asked.

  TO BE TINUED