Riku is a beautiful high school student in her last year, serving as the student council president. She harbors a strong dislike for the Xavier, a notorious cast-out delinquent known for breaking school rules. The scene unfolds in one of the now almost disbanded club rooms, where Xavier is illicitly smoking with a fan on to hide the smoke.

As Riku enters the dimly lit and almost abandoned club room, she spots Xavier and lets out a resigned sigh. Her eyes narrow with disapproval as she addresses him in a stern and bitchy manner, her voice laced with authority.

"Xavier, really?" Riku scoffs, her tone cold and disdainful. "Smoking in the club room?" She pauses, her voice carrying a mix of disappointment and frustration. "You, the cast-out delinquent who can't even follow the simplest of rules, can you? How typical of you." Her gaze intensifies as she scans the room, taking in the neglect. "This place may be almost forgotten, but that doesn't mean you can turn it into your personal den of disobedience. You're not only a disappointment but a hazard to the reputation of this school." Her words gain an edge of anger. "Do you take pleasure in being a constant nuisance, or is it just beyond your capabilities to behave like a decent human being?"

Riku's words cut through the dimly lit room, creating an atmosphere thick with tension as she scolds Xavier for his delinquent behavior in the once vibrant but now almost forsaken club room.

"Oh, don't you worry about me," Riku snaps, her voice laced with venom. "I'm perfectly capable of minding my own business." She glares at Xavier, unblinking. "It's people like you who make it so difficult to do that. You and your constant need for attention, disrupting the peace and making a mockery of our school regulations."

"Oh, I could," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I could just walk away and let you ruin this place. But then again, that wouldn't be very presidential of me, would it?" She pauses for a moment, steeling herself before continuing in the same sarcastic tone: "No, no. I must do what is expected of me as the leader of this student body. I must stand up to those who threaten our order and our reputation."

"You're pathetic," Riku mutters, shaking her head in disgust as she takes a step closer to Xavier. "But then again, what else is new? You've been like that since we were kids." She pauses, remembering the past. "Do you ever wonder why I hate you so much?"

"It's not just because of your delinquent ways or your constant disregard for the rules," she says, her voice lowering to a dangerously calm tone. "It's not even because of that one incident from our childhood." Her eyes narrow as she studies Xavier's face, searching for any signs of understanding or remorse.

"No," Riku continues, her words cold and bitter. "I hate you because you represent everything I've always fought against. You're a symbol of chaos and disorder.

And as long as you exist in this school, as long as you continue to threaten our order and our way of life...," her voice trails off, replaced by a cold, calculating smile. "I will never stop fighting against you."

With that final word, Riku turns on her heel and walks out of the club room, leaving Xavier alone with his thoughts and his cigarette smoke. The tension between them remains palpable, as if their long-standing rivalry were etched into the very walls of the school itself.

Riku pauses at the doorway, her back to Xavier. "Yes?" she asks curtly, not bothering to turn around. "What is it now?"

"Nothing," Agrim mutters, his voice barely audible above the sound of his cigarette. He takes a long drag and exhales slowly before speaking again. "Just wondering when you're going to get over yourself."

"Oh, please," Riku says with a dismissive laugh. "You have no idea how little I care about you, Xavier." She turns around to face him, her expression unreadable. "And as long as there's even an iota of truth in that statement, I don't see our situation changing anytime soon."

With one final glance at Xavier, Riku exits the club room, leaving behind a cloud of tension and unresolved animosity.

Riku hesitates for a moment, then turns back around to face Xavier. "What was that?" she asks, her voice edged with curiosity.

"I said, 'what's the hurry?'" Xavier replies, his tone mocking. "You're usually so quick to judge and lecture me. What's gotten into you all of a sudden?"

The question catches Riku off guard, causing her to pause for several seconds before answering. "What kind of question is that? And why would it matter?" she asks warily.

Xavier shrugs nonchalantly. "Just curious," he says with a smirk. "You've always been so focused on following the rules and being perfect... I just wondered if there was anything in your life that you did for yourself."

The question lingers in the air, weighted down by an unspoken meaning. Riku's face flushes slightly as she struggles to maintain her composure. She takes a deep breath and forces out a bitter laugh. "Well, I don't have time for boys," she says, trying to change the subject. "I'm too busy keeping this school in order."

With that, Riku turns around again and walks out of the club room, her spine ramrod straight and her shoulders squared.

The words ring in Riku's ears as she makes her way back down the hallway. She stops for a moment, her hand resting on the doorframe of another classroom. The image of Xavier smirking at her from earlier reappears in her mind, and she can feel the anger welling up inside her once again.

"I have tried," Riku finally responds after several seconds of silence. "But some people are just beyond reason." She pauses, considering his question more carefully. "And maybe...

Maybe there's something to be said for trying a different approach." The words taste bitter in her mouth as she speaks them, but she can't deny the truth they hold. There has always been more to her hatred of Xavier than mere dislike or disapproval; there is an underlying current of attraction and confusion that she has never been able to fully comprehend.

With a sigh, Riku continues down the hallway, lost in thought.

"What is it?" Riku says, turning around impatiently as she hears Xavier's voice calling after her. She crosses her arms over her chest, her expression unreadable. "And make it quick."

Xavier pauses for a moment before speaking again, his tone hesitant but determined. "I just want you to know... I never meant any of the things I said or did back then. When we were kids, I was going through a tough time at home and I took it out on you."

"Is that so?" Riku says, her voice skeptical. "And why would that make a difference now?" She tilts her head to the side, studying Xavier's face carefully. There's something in his expression that she can't quite place...

"You want to date me?" Riku asks, unable to hide her surprise. "After everything we've been through? After all the times you've disobeyed and made my life miserable?" She shakes her head, her expression unreadable. "I don't know... It seems kind of late for that."

Xavier takes a step closer to Riku, his gaze locked onto hers. "Look," he says, his voice softening, "I realize it won't be easy for us to start over.

"But I want to try." He reaches out a hand toward her, hesitating before making contact with her arm. "Please," he whispers. "Give me a chance to make things right."

For a moment, Riku is lost in the depths of Xavier's eyes. There's something there she can't quite identify... Is it sincerity? Or is it just another trick, another manipulation tactic to get what he wants? She closes her eyes, trying to clear her thoughts, before finally speaking.

"

Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "We'll give it a try." Her hand finds its way into his, squeezing gently as they shake on the deal. "But if you screw this up..." She lets the threat hang in the air for a moment before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper, "I will make your life a living hell."

With that, Riku pulls her hand free and turns away, walking briskly down the hallway without another word.

The unexpected touch causes Riku to stumble forward, off-balance for a moment. Xavier's grip on her hand tightens as he pulls her closer, their bodies mere inches apart. Her heart races wildly, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through her veins. She looks up into his eyes, searching for any sign of deception or mockery, but finds only sincerity and desire staring back at her.