As soon as Krishna's foot touched the asphalt, he realized...
THIS WORLD IS CRUEL.
Morning air? Hot as hell.
Sunlight? Disrespectful.
The wind? Yeah, it was blowing—but in a way that felt like it was mocking him.
"Oh, you think you look cool stepping out of that angkot, huh?"
Krishna paused.
Took a deep breath.
Reset his mindset.
"Stay calm, Krishna. You got this..."
But then, as he turned his head forward...
HIS EYES FROZE.
In the distance, RIGHT THERE, standing by the school gate...
Pa Udin.
THE LEGENDARY SECURITY GUARD.
Dude stood firm, like an unsung war hero statue.
His bald head? Shiny. Reflecting the morning sun like a freaking RPG power-up. Krishna almost got hypnotized.
His mustache? STILL THE SAME.
Thick. Black. Standing strong like the last fortress of school morality.
Mr Udin crossed his arms.
His gaze? Sharp.
Eyes locked on the gate, scanning like an eagle looking for prey.
Krishna glanced at his watch.
7:25 AM.
DEADLINE.
His brain went full sprint mode.
Plan A: Enter through the main gate.
Risk: Absolute disaster. No doubt he'd get his ass whooped by Baldy.
Plan B: Turn around, walk away, pretend school doesn't exist today.
Risk: Starving tomorrow, forced to eat leaves like a damn goat.
Plan C: Stroll in casually and pray for a miracle.
Risk: SAME SHIT, DUMBASS.
Krishna glanced to his left.
Back wall of the school.
Tall fence.
Covered in rusty wires.
BUT BEYOND THAT...
FREEDOM.
He took a deep breath.
"Yeah... I gotta do it. Gotta take the risk."
And without a second thought—
HE BOLTED.
First, a casual stroll. Gotta act natural. No suspicion.
But as soon as he was far enough—
HE SPRINTED LIKE HIS LIFE DEPENDED ON IT.
Mission: Infiltrate the School Without Getting Your Ass Kicked – START.
By the time he reached the back of the school, Krishna felt like a ninja.
The tall fence stood before him. His gateway to freedom.
But as he got closer...
PIGEON SHIT. EVERYWHERE.
All over the wires.
Smeared on the metal bars.
Some fresh. Some fossilized.
Krishna froze.
His chest heaved up and down.
A quick recap of all his sins.
But no time to think.
His hands gripped the metal fence.
Deep breath. "Bismillah."
HE CLIMBED.
One foot up.
Hands searching for a hold.
Knees pressing against the wires.
CLICK.
Something stuck to his shoe.
Krishna turned his head.
Pigeon crap.
"FUUU—!!!"
Almost twisted his ankle out of sheer disgust. But... there was something else.
A tiny coin. A faint blue glow around the edge.
Krishna blinked.
"The hell is this?"
He leaned in, squinting. The coin looked... stuck to his shoe.
He shook his foot.
It wouldn't come off.
"Even bird crap falls off, but this thing stays? Whatever, man."
He reached the top.
Jumped down.
But the bad luck wasn't done yet.
The part of the fence he grabbed? ALSO HAD BIRD CRAP.
"DEAR GOD WHY?!"
Reflexively, he let go.
Balance? Wrecked.
AND...
THUD!
Crashing straight into the schoolyard.
Face-first. Grass in his nose.
Still.
Heavy breathing.
Trying to gather the last scraps of his dignity.
Slowly, Krishna got up.
Wiped his hands on his pants.
Looked at the stain on his shoes.
His lips trembled.
"I swear to God, that pigeon better end up as a sacrificial animal..."
But before he could reflect on his sins—
"HEY!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING OVER THERE?!"
A loud voice from the field.
Krishna turned his head.
EVANA.
Standing from a distance.
Dark sunglasses. Oversized hoodie.
In her hand...
THE INFAMOUS OSIS BATON.
THEIR EYES MET.
Krishna froze on the spot.
His mouth moved on its own. "...Dear God, please save your humble servant. Why... why must I see this creature again..."
Evana RAISED THE BATON.
Krishna glanced left and right.
NOWHERE TO RUN.
His steps were slow.
His eyes, empty.
At the tip of her OSIS baton, the last glimmer of hope vanished.
Krishna lifted his head, slowly...
And saw Evana standing right in front of him.
Her pastel-colored eyes burned with pure hatred.
"...YOU. AGAIN. ALWAYS. YOU."
Her voice was flat. But packed with an exhaustion that transcended galaxies.
Krishna grinned out of reflex. "Hehe... morning, Van."
Evana let out a deep sigh.
A hand slapped onto a forehead.
"Krishna... Just one question for you. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOUR LIFE?"
Krishna shrugged. "Life's too boring, Van. I'm just adding a little color."
"COLOR MY ASS! YOU TURNED MY LIFE MONOCHROME, YOU LITTLE SH*T!!" Evana smacked her baton against the ground.
Her eyes were sharp—like a pissed-off landlady who just realized her water jug was missing.
Krishna was ready to fire back, but—
Evana suddenly crouched in front of him. "Okay. You think I don't remember your sins?"
Krishna glanced left and right. "Oh? So we're playing the memory game now?"
Evana leaned in closer. "LISTEN UP, YOU MENACE."
"LAST WEEK, YOU STOLE THE MARCHING BAND SOCKS TO MAKE A CROSS ON THE SCHOOL FENCE."
"...It was just for fun."
"TWO DAYS AGO, YOU PUT A POSTER OF MY FACE IN THE CANTEEN TOILET WITH THE CAPTION 'DARK WEB OVERLORD.'"
"That was a tribute, Van. You should be honored."
"LAST NIGHT, YOU HACKED THE SCHOOL SPEAKERS AND PLAYED THE PENGUIN DANCE SONG DURING LUNCH BREAK!!!"
"That was charity work, Van. The students needed entertainment."
Evana slammed her baton into the ground again.
"AND TODAY? WHAT ABOUT TODAY, KRISHNA? YOU'RE LATE, AND YOU JUMPED THE BACK FENCE TO GET IN?! SHOULD I HOST AN AWARD CEREMONY FOR 'BIGGEST CLASS CLOWN OF THE YEAR'?!"
Krishna leaned back against the ground. "C'mon, being normal is boring, Van. This is way more fun."
Evana fell silent.
Her eyes narrowed.
Her nostrils flared.
Inside her head: If I beat this kid up, will the school press charges?
Then Krishna suddenly blurted out, "You really hate me, huh?"
Evana instinctively CHOKED THE AIR IN FRONT OF HER.
"OH MY GOD, IT'S NOT HATE ANYMORE, YOU MORON, THIS IS A NATIONAL TRAGEDY!!!"
"IF THE SCHOOL AUTHORITIES EVER DECIDE TO BAN SOMEONE LIKE YOU, I'LL PERSONALLY SUBMIT THE DOCUMENTS TO THE UN!!!"
Krishna just grinned, completely unfazed.
"You sure talk about me a lot."
Evana froze.
Krishna continued, "Think about it, Van. If I wasn't around, you'd lose your main source of stress. You'd have no purpose in life. You'd probably fall into a quarter-life crisis."
Evana's eyes trembled. "Y-YOU... YOU'RE INSANE."
Krishna grinned wider. "I know."
They both went silent for a moment.
Then Evana SMACKED HIS SHOULDER.
"WHATEVER. COME ON, YOU'RE COMING WITH ME."
Krishna got up. "What if I run?"
Evana turned to look at him. "You think you'd survive?"
And with that, the two of them walked toward the field...
Meanwhile...
The field was heating up.
The flag was ready to rise.
Students stood in neat lines, acting all serious—when in reality, their souls were still clinging to their beds.
On the other side, Krishna was in the hallway, with Evana right behind him.
Walking? Nah.
Dragged? Almost.
Slammed to the ground? Not yet.
Every five steps, Evana jabbed his back with her baton.
"MOVE IT, LOSER! I'M SICK OF WATCHING YOU CRAWL!"
Krishna dragged his feet even slower. "Chill, Van. I'm a human, not a trolley."
BAM!
Evana kicked his calf. Dude almost did a backflip.
"AAAAAARGH WTF VAN?!"
"WTF?" Evana grinned. "YOU'RE STILL BREATHING. THAT MEANS WE KEEP GOING."
BAM! Another kick.
Krishna grinned, mumbling curses under his breath.
Up front, a pair of bright eyes stole a glance...
Half-bun.
She glanced at Krishna.
Glanced again.
Her eyes widened.
Then... her head tilted slightly.
"Huh? Is that...?"
Her lashes fluttered.
Once.
Twice.
...She looked kinda happy.
A little.
Maybe a little too fond.
Meanwhile, Krishna was still getting used as a punching bag by Evana.
BAM!
"AAARGH VAN, RELAX!!!"
Half-bun held back a laugh. But her cheeks turned a little pink.
Behind her, Srada also glanced at Krishna.
Srada: "..."
Half-bun stole a glance at Krishna.
Krishna glanced back.
Half-bun pretended to look forward... but stole another glance.
Meanwhile—
WHACK!
Evana kicked Krishna's shin. Again.
"WOOOY!!!"
Evana grinned. "Do I look like I care?"
Up front, MR. JONI STARTED HIS SPEECH.
The mic crackled.
"LISTEN UP, KIDS!!! WE MUST BECOME THE GOLDEN GENERATION!!!"
Krishna's inner monologue kicked in:
"Golden my ass. If I end up in the hospital 'cause of Evana, all I'm getting is public health insurance."
His eyes darted around.
His brain started sprinting.
Because he knew... ceremony or not, he was still gonna get punished.
Why?
Because he was getting kicked around like a leaky bucket being dragged to the backyard.
And right now?
Behind him stood Evana.
One hand stuffed in her hoodie pocket.
The other?
Holding the student patrol's baton.
Her eyes?
Like a parking attendant watching a car reverse at a weird angle.
If Krishna ran the normal way?
No doubt, Evana would knock him out first.
He needed a plan.
A smooth, slick, mind-blowing escape plan.
And then...
A DEVILISH IDEA HIT HIM.
Krishna kept a chill face.
He stepped forward...
Slowly...
A little more...
Just a little—
And then—
"WHAAAAAAA!!!"
KRISHNA FAKED A SLIP.
His body WENT DOWN HARD, FLIPPING BACKWARD.
Evana, on reflex: "HUH?!"
Her eyes widened.
She took a small step back.
But...
ONE SECOND BEFORE HIS HEAD HIT THE GROUND—
BOOM!!!
HIS RIGHT HAND SLAMMED AGAINST THE FLOOR.
His arm muscles TENSED, PUSHING HIS BODY UP.
THIS WASN'T A NORMAL PUSH-UP.
THIS WAS A PUSH-UP AGAINST FATE.
HIS RIGHT ARM BECAME A LEVER.
HE FLUNG HIMSELF INTO THE AIR.
AND THEN—
Using that momentum...
HIS BODY TWISTED MID-AIR.
FWOOOOSH!!!
IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE, HE LANDED IN A FULL SPRINT.
CLEAN. FAST. NO LOADING SCREEN.
This move was too advanced for an ordinary human.
Evana WASN'T READY.
SHE WAS STILL BACKING UP.
SHE WAS STILL SHOCKED.
SHE WAS STILL PROCESSING.
AND THEN...
SHE LOST HER BALANCE.
Her face ended up right in front of Krishna's.
Her eyes widened.
Her body wobbled.
They were about to collide.
0.1 SECOND GAP.
Evana: "YO WHAT THE FU—?!"
Krishna: "Huh?"
THEIR EYES LOCKED.
Krishna grinned. "BYE, VAN."
AND HE BLASTED OFF.
Up ahead, HALF-BUN WHO WAS STILL EYEING KRISHNA FROZE.
Her mouth slightly open. Her eyes wide.
But then...
HER EYES SPARKLED.
HEART. POUNDED.
Half-Bun's Inner Monologue:
"ASTAGHFIRULLAH... THAT WAS SICK, BRO."
"WHAT IS THIS?! WHY DOES IT LOOK SO DAMN COOL?! IS THIS LOVE? NO! THIS IS A TEST!"
"HE'S A DEMON... BUT WHY IS THE DEMON SO COOL?!"
His cheeks turned slightly red.
But his face? Still tryna play it cool.
Meanwhile, behind him, Srada was GOBSMACKED.
This dude? Usually the class clown.
But now?
SILENCE.
Srada's Inner Monologue:
"Hold up... That's Krishna? For real? Not a stunt double?"
"He's usually a dumbass."
"SO WHY THE HELL DID HE JUST PULL SOME ANIME-LEVEL SHT?!"*
Reality itself was now under questioning.
Even Krish—the cool, unbothered one—raised an eyebrow.
He was... impressed.
Krish's Inner Monologue:
"HAH?"
"I thought he'd fold after the first push."
"Dude jokes around more than he trains in silat."
"To the point that Uncle Takashima straight-up YEETED a washbasin at him..."
Krish glanced at Krishna, who was already running off.
A tiny smirk crept onto his face.
"Interesting."
KRISHNA RAN...
THUMP THUMP THUMP—
His sneakers SLAMMED against the floor.
Meanwhile...
Evana was still LOADING.
But the second her brain booted back up—
"YOU SPAWN OF SATAN!!! KRISHNAAAAAA!!!"
WHAM!!!
The OSIS baton CRASHED against the floor.
A cloud of dust SHOT into the air.
Her rage? ERUPTING.
Her eyes? BLOODSHOT.
Her breath? FIRE.
She BOLTED after that little devil.
Up ahead, Krishna was running like a dude who just scammed a loan app.
Back where she stood...
Evana was still frozen.
Still in shock.
Her eyes? WIDE OPEN.
Her heart? RACING LIKE SHE CHUGGED 3 LITERS OF COFFEE.
"For the first time..." she mumbled.
The hand that was ready to bash Krishna was still clenched around the baton.
Her breath? Still uneven.
For the first time, she saw Krishna...
do ACROBATICS.
"That idiot's always been unhinged, BUT JUST NOW—"
There was a tiny flicker of... admiration.
Not because Krishna was amazing.
But...
"WHAT THE HELL IS HE EVEN DOING?! WHY IS HE GOING THIS HARD JUST TO ESCAPE?!"
She couldn't decide whether to feel proud...
Or to hunt Krishna down and YEET him straight into space.
And speaking of Krishna...
WHERE THE HELL DID THAT BRAT GO?!
SOME RANDOM CORNER OF THE SCHOOL...
Krishna was laughing like a damn maniac.
One hand clutching his stomach, shoulders shaking up and down.
"WOOOYY I'M BUILT DIFFERENT, BRO! HAHAHAHA!"
He was hiding somewhere.
Maybe behind an abandoned building.
Maybe behind the toilets.
Maybe in another freaking dimension.
Either way—
EVANA AIN'T GONNA FIND HIM.
The school assembly was still going on.
Students were still standing under the scorching sun.
But Krishna?
HE WAS CHILLING.
His eyes flicked up.
The sky? Bright blue.
Clouds? Drifting lazily.
The wind? Nice and breezy.
He lifted his hand, pretending to cut clouds with his fingers.
"Hhh... peaceful as hell."
And since he was feeling way too comfy—he just lay down.
Hands behind his head. Legs stretched out.
A tiny smirk on his lips.
"No one's bothering me... no Evana... no OSIS... no discipline teachers... this is peak peace, man."
His eyes slowly closed.
The world felt calm.
...
...
...
PLUK!
"GAH—SON OF A—!!!"
Krishna winced. His hands immediately shot up to his head.
SOMETHING FELL FROM THE SKY... AND SMACKED HIM RIGHT IN THE SKULL.
His eyes snapped open.
His head? THROBBING.
His heart? JUMP-SCARED.
"WHAT THE HELL?!"
He grabbed the thing.
Fingers slowly tightening around it.
His eyes scanned it carefully.
And the moment he realized what it was...
Krishna went FULL MALFUNCTION.
His mouth? Slightly open.
His eyebrows? Raised.
His breath? Unsteady.
Because in his hands...
was something THAT MADE ZERO DAMN SENSE.
A cliffhanger? Sure. But don't worry, We're still good... right? 😜
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