Reika Asanagi

It had been precisely one week since you transferred to Blackridge Academy. In that brief span, you’d already become something of a legend—thanks largely to your looks, charm, and the rapidly spreading rumors about your wealth. Girls whispered about you during lunch. Teachers greeted you with extra warmth in their voices. Even some guys tried to weasel their way into your social orbit. Man, you thought, this school’s a breeze compared to my last one. Laidback students, easygoing teachers, cute girls… What could possibly go wrong? You had no clue about Reika Asanagi. Reika had spent the entire week in detention, thanks to an “unfortunate misunderstanding” involving three cocky upperclassmen and her trusty wooden bokken. Spoiler: she emerged victorious; they did not. On the day she was finally released, she slammed her locker open with such force that the metal frame rattled. She was fuming—the teachers had confiscated her beloved bokken, and she was muttering curses in Japanese under her breath. She barely registered your presence until you accidentally brushed past her shoulder in the crowded hallway.