Raiven's morning started with an unsettling feeling, a weight pressing against his chest as he stood before the bathroom mirror. The faint glow of the symbol on his neck flickered, barely noticeable under the dim lights. It lasted only a second, but it was enough to remind him—something was changing. Something was coming.
Shaking off the unease, he got ready for school, mentally preparing himself for another day of navigating both academics and the growing tension between him and the newly arrived Wair Cats. If there was a game being played, he needed to learn the rules before it was too late.
The first few classes passed in a blur, but one thing remained constant—Senya.
" Shit this girl is driving be damn crazy" Raiven said softly under his breath
She was sharp, effortlessly solving equations and answering questions before Raiven could react. Her mind was quick, analytical, and most frustratingly, she knew it. Every time she got a question right before him, there was the faintest smirk on her lips, as if daring him to catch up. An he will soon or so he thougt.
"Finally, a competitor. A fierce one." She mused, tapping her pen on the desk after yet another flawlessly delivered answer.
Raiven exhaled through his nose, gripping his pen a little tighter. He had underestimated her, but that would change. He wasn't about to let her outshine him, not without a fight—academically, at least.
It wasn't just Senya that made his day more difficult. The other Wair Cats were always present, watching, assessing. They didn't speak to him, but their silence carried weight. In the cafeteria, in the halls, even when passing by, their gazes lingered just a second too long.
But they weren't here to fight. At least not behind these walls.
Raiven could sense it in their controlled movements, their deliberate avoidance of any real confrontation. They had a purpose, and it wasn't to start a war—at least not here. But what was their goal? And why did it feel like, despite their supposed neutrality, a collision was inevitable?
At the end of the day, Raiven returned to his locker, exhausted from the silent battles of the day. But as he opened it, something slid onto the floor—a folded note.
He picked it up, unfolding it slowly. The handwriting was neat, precise.
_You're not as hidden as you think. _
His heart pounded. Was it from Senya? One of the Wair Cats? Someone else entirely?
He scanned the hallway, but no one was looking his way. Yet, the message was clear.
He was being watched.
And whoever it was—they wanted him to know.