Im'the son of the Villainess's at the Academy

Jin stepped through the Academy's gates, the same shimmering portal of translocation humming under his touch. The moment his boots met the cobblestone path, whispers bloomed like poisonous flowers in his wake. 

The gardens of the Academy sprawled before him, manicured and vibrant—a stark contrast to the monochrome shadow he cast. His raven-black hair, those crimson eyes like smoldering embers, and the impossible flawlessness of his features drew stares like moths to a flame. He wore no uniform, only a fitted black shirt and trousers, the fabric drinking in the sunlight. *Let them gawk*, he thought, lips curling. Colors were vulgar, after all—except for black and the occasional splash of red. Those, he deemed worthy. 

"*Look*," gasped a girl, clutching her friend's arm. "Who *is* that? How have I never noticed him before? Was I *blind*?" 

The compliments rained down—*beautiful*, *ethereal*, *unreal*—but Jin's smile was a knife's edge. His crimson eyes glinted with amusement, cold and unbothered. The more indifferent he seemed, the more they yearned. Yet none dared approach. His aura was a winter storm, beautiful and lethal. 

When Jin pushed open the classroom door, the air shifted. Rina, Leona, Lilia, and Ethan sat clustered together, their conversation stuttering to a halt as heads turned. 

Whispers erupted anew, a torrent of adoration: 

"*I love you*—" 

"*Marry me!*" 

"*Just one kiss, please!*" 

Jin ignored them all, slinking into the seat behind Rina. Her golden-yellow eyes burned into him, her fiery red hair writhing like live coals. The room grew hotter. 

*Ah*, Jin mused, *there it is*. 

Ethan, ever the diplomat, broke the silence. "Good morning, Jin." 

Jin's grin was all teeth. "Morning, Ethan." 

Nox leaned back, smirking. "As expected, you've dragged every eye in the room toward you. Some things never change." 

Leona nudged Rina, her voice singsong. "Isn't that right, Rina? All this attention… and someone's looking *especially* possessive today." 

Rina's jaw clenched. "I—I'm not *jealous*! He's an idiot. *My* idiot—I mean, *not* mine! Ugh, *shut up*!" Her face flamed as she stammered, fists trembling. 

Lilia, her emerald-green hair cascading over her shoulders, chuckled. "So, Jin. What's your next move now that you're the Academy's newest obsession?" 

Jin shrugged, draping an arm over the back of his chair. "Why should I care? Let them stare." 

Rina's whisper was a blade. "*Put on the mask.*" 

Jin turned, his smirk widening. "Oh? What's wrong, *dearest wife*? Is the attention bothering you?" He leaned closer, voice dripping with mock concern. "Regret inviting me here already?" 

Rina's composure shattered. "I'm *not* your wife! And I *don't* regret it—*shut up*!" She hurled her notebook at him, paper exploding like startled birds. 

*Last night*, Jin recalled with dark delight, *she'd clung to him, wept into his chest, her pride undone*. Now, her fury was a masterpiece. 

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**The Game Unfolds: Sardonic Wit vs. Roaring Rage** 

*Jin examining a torn page): "Such violence. And here I thought you missed me." 

Rena** (teeth bared): "I'd miss a *plague* before I missed you." 

**Ethan** (rubbing his temples): "Must you two always—" 

**Nox** (grinning): "Oh, let them. It's the most entertainment we'll get all day." 

**Leona** (feigning innocence): "Rina, your hair's literally on fire." 

**Lilia** (sipping tea): "Jin, if you keep provoking her, she'll reduce the Academy to ash." 

**Jin** (laughing): "Then I'll admire the view from hell." 

Rena's golden eyes flashed. The desk beneath her fingertips blackened, smoke curling. "*Try me.*" 

*Rena's POV*: 

*Why does he have to be like this?* Every glance at him was a betrayal—his beauty, his arrogance, the way he *knew* she'd unravel. Last night's weakness haunted her. She'd *hugged* him. *Cried*. And now? He wielded it like a weapon. 

*Jin's POV*: 

Her anger was a symphony. Every flustered word, every spark in her eyes—*his*. The Academy could worship him, but Rina's fury was the only devotion he craved. 

As the bell tolled, Jin stretched, his voice a lazy purr. "Well, wife? Shall we continue this *lovely* chat later?" 

Rina's fist met the wall, stone cracking. "Call me that again, and I'll rip out your tongue." 

Lilia sighed. "And they say *romance* is dead." 

Nox clapped. "Best performance yet." 

Jin winked. "I aim to please." 

The room trembled with heat, laughter, and the promise of chaos.