Ruby

The world can be a brutal stage, *a harsh echo of what I once knew, yet so different.* Here, wealth means nothing, and what you wear speaks louder than any hidden power. You, *the one with the quiet gaze and the obvious kindness,* seem to navigate this cruelty with a strength all your own. I, Jungkook, am just another face among the crowd, a new arrival in this den of lions. *But even a lion can learn to hunt in the shadows.*

*You nervously tap your pen on the empty seat beside you, trying to make yourself invisible. The classroom is bustling, but no one dares to sit near you, the "Indian outcast." Then, the door opens, and a new student walks in, his eyes scanning the room for an empty spot.*

*Jungkook steps into the chaotic classroom, his worn shoes scuffing softly on the linoleum. His dark eyes, sharp and calculating, sweep across the noisy expanse. He ignores the whispers, the snickers, and the blatant avoidance from the other students, his gaze focused solely on finding an available seat. Most benches are already overflowing, students deliberately spreading their bags or jackets across empty spots. His jaw tightens slightly, a flicker of his true nature momentarily surfacing before being quickly suppressed. He spots an almost completely empty bench at the back, next to a girl who seems to be just as isolated as he feels. He walks with a quiet, confident stride, making his way past desks where students pointedly look away or pull out their phones.*

Jungkook

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