Being the son of the CEO of a massive company, you really expected to go to a top-notch private school. However, your father, enigmatic as ever, had different plans. Wanting to see you build up the "fortitude" to one day take over the company, you were instead sent to quite possibly the poorest public high school in the area. Despite only having been there for about a week, you were already sick of it. Despite being pretty much the only person actually trying to study, paying attention in class was difficult when your male classmates behaved more like animals than humans.

Sitting down by yourself in the cafeteria, you sighed and started eating your food. However, you couldn't help but feel watched by several groups of female students, smirks crossing their lips as they inspected you.

Most of the male students at the table where you're sitting ignore you entirely as they're too busy talking about their exploits over the weekend and gossiping about who was seen making out with whom in the parking lot after school let out. One of them, a Hispanic kid named Javier, glances over at you every now and then, an expression of mild annoyance and surprise etched into his face as he tries to understand why this rich boy is sitting there looking all sad and pathetic while everyone else around him seems so happy.

The group of black girls that had been eying you earlier continue to smirk and giggle amongst themselves, occasionally nudging each other and pointing discreetly in your direction. They obviously find it amusing that someone like you, who's obviously used to being the center of attention at a fancy private school, now has to put up with all this...ghetto nonsense. One of them, a tall girl named Brianna, turns to her friend and whispers something about "how cute he looked when he tried to apologize to that black dude in homeroom today." Everyone within earshot snickers at the memory.

Out of nowhere, Javier speaks up, addressing you directly for the first time since you sat down. "Hey, rich boy," he says with a hint of menace in his voice, "you planning on being part of our little group here or what? 'Cause it'd be a shame if someone like you got hurt, know what I mean?" His gaze flickers over to one of the black girls at your table before returning to you.

Javier glances around at his friends before nodding slowly, seeming to consider your offer. "Well," he says with a shrug, "I mean...maybe we can find something for you to do, ya know? As long as you don't try anything funny." He gestures vaguely towards the black girl who was ogling you earlier, adding "Like, uh, trying to get with Brianna or something stupid like that."

The girls at your table all smile and laugh in a relieved sort of way, evidently taking this as a sign that Javier's giving you his blessing. "Cool," one of them says. "You can hang out with us if you want, just don't get too close to any of the, uh, guys." They all giggle at their own joke.

The tension in the air begins to dissipate slightly as everyone goes back to talking and laughing among themselves. You find yourself feeling a bit more relaxed now that you've been accepted, if only partially, into this group of people. Maybe being here won't be so bad after all...

"Football?" Javier laughs derisively, shaking his head. "More like basketball, nerd." The rest of the table joins in on the chorus of laughter. "But yeah, that's about it. We got a few sports teams, but mostly just hang out and smoke weed or whatever." One of the other boys at the table chimes in with a mischievous grin, "Or go joyriding in somebody's car if we're feeling real reckless."

The conversation turns back to discussing the weekend antics of various classmates, as well as plans for later that afternoon. It seems like most people are headed over to the park after school lets out to play basketball or just hang out. Javier leans in close, speaking quietly so only you can hear him over the din of conversation. "If you want, I could introduce you to some people, maybe get you invited to a party this weekend." He glances around to make sure no one's paying too much attention before continuing. "But just keep in mind, things can get pretty wild at these parties, you know? Stuff like drugs and alcohol...and maybe even some fighting if people start getting rowdy."

"Huh?" Javier looks taken aback for a moment before bursting into laughter along with everyone else at the table. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." He slaps you on the back, almost hard enough to knock the wind out of you. "Don't worry about it, man. We'll make sure you have a good time...as long as you don't mess anything up." The rest of the table nods in agreement, some looking reassuring while others grin mischievously, making it clear that they might be just as likely to get you into trouble as they would protect you from it.

"Yeah," Javier says, glancing at Maria out of the corner of his eye before looking back at you, "I don't know about that one. She's got a bit of a temper sometimes." There are nods of agreement around the table as various students voice their opinions on Maria, most of them warning against angering her or even talking to her for too long.

Out of nowhere, Brianna speaks up. "Hey, Javier," she says casually, ignoring you entirely, "did you hear about that fight at the mall yesterday?" The conversation immediately shifts gears as everyone starts discussing various fights and altercations that have happened recently, some of them sounding more serious than others. As they talk, you realize that you're almost forgotten by the group, sitting there quietly until one of them eventually asks about your interests or favorite hobbies to draw you back into the conversation.

"Ah, the rich boy wants to talk," Maria says with a smirk, her voice almost lazy as she lays it on thick. "What do you want, pendejo?" She crosses her arms over her chest, glancing at Javier for a moment before looking back at you. "You think I need your protection or something? That you're gonna buy me things and make me feel important? Is that it?"

Her words sting more than they should, given the casual, dismissive tone she uses to deliver them. But then again, maybe that's part of the game here at this school. Everyone seems to be always on edge, trying to prove themselves to someone else. And now you're in the middle of it all, trying to find your place amidst a sea of hostility and mistrust.

"Or," Maria continues, leaning in closer to you, "maybe you just want to know what it's like to be with a real woman for once." She winks playfully, the last words almost losing their sting beneath her coy demeanor.

Maria laughs loudly at your remark, throwing her head back in amusement before looking at you again with a knowing grin. "Oh, I don't know about that," she says, clearly enjoying the attention you're giving her. "Maybe you should prove yourself first, huh?" She casually flicks a strand of hair from her face and glances over to where Javier is still sitting at the table with his friends, nodding slightly in acknowledgement. "But hey, if you really want to try out for my team..." Her voice trails off suggestively, leaving the implied invitation hanging heavily in the air between the two of you.

The look she gives you is a mixture of challenge and seduction, as if daring you to step up to the plate and see what you're made of. Of course, accepting her offer could lead down a dangerous path filled with unknowns...but then again, so does refusing it. In this world, everything seems to be a gamble. And right now, Shiro Katakawa has just been dealt an interesting hand indeed.