Damien was still for a heartbeat.
Then—
He clapped.
A slow, deliberate clap that echoed through the now silent classroom.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
The sound cut through the tension like a blade.
Kaine blinked. Ezra's smirk faltered. Even Moren flinched.
Damien tilted his head slightly, expression unreadable, and then—
He stood.
Smooth, unhurried. His presence stretched as he rose, towering just a little more over the room, his eyes hard with something colder than mockery—certainty.
"Heh?" Kaine muttered, confused.
"Is that it?" Damien said quietly, but his voice carried with clarity.
He stepped back to his desk, reached into his bag, and pulled out the black meal container—the same one from earlier. He held it casually, almost like a prop in a play, and looked at the three of them one by one.
"Alpha, beta, omega…" he said, his voice low. "I don't give a shit about those kinds of labels."
