Arkanza fell silent. He didn’t expect Lilian to notice this change."I don’t know who you really are, but I want to help you," Lilian continued. "I just don’t want to see you hurt again.""You know about Enzo, don’t you?" Arkanza asked.Lilian nodded. "I know what he’s been doing. And I know you’re strong, but you don’t have to face this alone."The days at school grew more exhausting for Arkanza, but one thing that always caught his attention was Lilian’s presence. The younger girl, a junior who always appeared at critical moments, made Arkanza increasingly curious. Every time he faced a problem, especially with Enzo, the teacher who often made him uncomfortable, Lilian always showed up at the right time. Unconsciously, he began to see Lilian not just as a friend or a regular junior, but as someone who knew more about him—or rather, about the body he now inhabited.Enzo, with his cunning, always tried to get close to Arkanza, taking advantage of the situation. One day, after a tense

On the way home, Lilian walked beside Arkanza, carrying a bag filled with cakes from her parents. They walked in silence for a while before Lilian finally spoke."You seem to be thinking a lot, Arkanza," she said."I'm just feeling... like there's so much I don't understand," Arkanza replied honestly.Lilian looked at him, her expression serious. "You don’t have to understand everything right now. Sometimes, time will answer those questions."Arkanza stopped walking and looked at Lilian. "But you know more than you're letting on, don’t you? About me, about this body."Lilian fell silent, her eyes filled with deep guilt. "I didn’t mean to hide anything. I just... I just don’t want you to get hurt.""Why do you care?" Arkanza asked, his voice louder than he intended.Lilian sighed deeply. "Because I’ve lost someone, Arkanza. Someone who was important to me. And I don’t want to lose anyone again."That answer left Arkanza speechless. He knew Lilian was being truthful, but he also felt th

The school hallway felt eerily quiet as Arkanza stood in one corner. The sunlight streaming through the windows only highlighted the seriousness etched on his face. In his right hand, he held his phone, while a small microphone was neatly tucked into his pocket. Weeks of meticulous planning had led to this moment, and now, everything was on the verge of execution. "Just one more step, wait and see, you pathetic excuse for a teacher," he muttered under his breath. Enzo, a teacher infamous for his cruel and manipulative ways, was his target. The man had caused countless students to suffer, including Arkanza himself, and he was certain that he wasn’t the only one. Unfair policies, threats of low grades, blatant extortion, and even harassment were part of Enzo's modus operandi. Yet, no one dared to fight back—until Arkanza decided to take the first step. "This isn’t just about me," Arkanza whispered softly, his voice barely audible in the silent hallway. "This is for every student h

Arkanza was hesitant at first, but he eventually accepted the invitation. Lillian's house was not large, but it felt warm and full of love. Her parents welcomed Arkanza warmly, and the dinner was filled with laughter and stories. "You come to our shop quite often," Lillian's mother said while serving a warm bowl of soup. "We’re glad to have loyal customers like you." "Your bread is delicious," Arkanza praised sincerely. Lillian's family made him feel accepted—something he rarely felt, even in his own home. Arkanza’s regular visits to the bakery and Lillian’s home became an important part of his life. Amid the academic pressures and his family's high expectations, he found a place where he could simply be himself. Lillian and her family taught him about warmth and sincerity—qualities he had rarely encountered in his previous life. However, Arkanza knew that this friendship also served as a reminder for him to keep striving to be a better person, both for himself and for t

One night, after finding an important document at the city library, they finally gained a clearer picture. "The Lyonhart family lost everything after that conflict," Lillian said as she read the document. "They were forced to live simply and hide their identities to avoid becoming targets." "My family also suffered huge losses," Arkanza added. "Maybe that's why my family is so hard on our generation. They don’t want to lose what's left." Lillian nodded slowly. "So, it's not our fault, but we're the ones bearing the consequences." Although their relationship grew closer, there was an unavoidable tension. Their family history carried shadows of resentment that were hard to ignore. "Do you think we can really forget that past?" Lillian asked one day. "I don’t know," Arkanza answered honestly. "But I do know one thing—I don’t want our friendship to fall apart because of old stories." Lillian smiled faintly. "Me neither. Maybe we can start a new chapter for our families." U