𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃'𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓: bnha

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 stared intently at his reflection in the full-length mirror. His ash blond hair tumbled in a messy yet deliberately charming manner, each strand seemingly falling into place with effortless precision.

He was draped in the uniform of UA High, but with his own twist. Instead of the standard grey jacket, he had swapped it out for a designer leather jacket that hugged his broad shoulders and toned frame perfectly. The typical white button-up shirt had been replaced with one made of luxurious silk, the top buttons left undone to reveal his sculpted chest. The school's tie hung loosely over his shoulder like a casual scarf, a bold statement of his nonchalance.

His trousers, while the same color as the standard issue, were of a much finer quality, tailored to fit him like a second skin. He had foregone the standard brown shoes in favor of a pair of expensive black heeled boots, adding an extra few inches to his already impressive height. Adorning himself with designer silver jewelry, each piece carefully selected to complement his look, he was a walking testament to his own vanity. Even his backpack, slung carelessly over one shoulder, was designer.

Achilles appraised himself with a satisfied smirk, convinced that he looked drop-dead gorgeous. Then again, he always thought he looked hot. His gaze flicked down to his wristwatch, a vintage designer piece, and noted with a hint of amusement that he was already late for the first day of classes.

He didn't care.

With a casual grace, Achilles left the opulent confines of the penthouse suite. He moved with unhurried elegance through the corridors and into the private elevator, descending to the indoor garage. There, amidst a collection of high-end vehicles, his eyes fell on his latest prized possession, a sleek, custom-modified motorcycle, courtesy of Ksenia. It was a machine tailored to his tastes, embodying both power and style.

He slipped on his motorcycle helmet, the visor reflecting his golden eyes one last time before he mounted the bike. The engine roared to life, a deep, throaty growl that echoed through the garage. Achilles reveled in the sensation, the vibration of the powerful machine beneath him a thrilling prelude to the ride ahead.

UA High School was located in Musutafu City, in the Shizuoka Prefecture, a good two-hour drive if one adhered to the speed limit. Achilles, however, had no intention of following such mundane constraints. With a sly grin, he set his motorcycle to its fastest possible speed—500 mph.

The streets of Tokyo blurred into an indistinct tapestry of lights and colors as he sped through the city with the grace of a seasoned racer. Achilles navigated the roads with the skill and confidence of someone who believed the world was his playground. His mind wandered as he rode, considering the day ahead. The first day at UA High, a prestigious academy for those with extraordinary abilities was supposed to be significant. Yet, for Achilles, it was just another stage where he could shine, another audience to captivate with his flirtatious charm and charismatic presence.

He knew his reputation preceded him. Achilles thrived on attention, whether it was admiration or envy. As the cityscape transitioned into the more suburban surroundings of Musutafu, he couldn't help but think about the new faces he would encounter, new hearts to win over, and new rivals to outshine.

The motorcycle purred as it ate up the miles, the horizon steadily drawing closer. Achilles felt a rush of exhilaration, the wind whipping past him, the sheer speed intoxicating. He relished the freedom, the power, the sense of invincibility that came with it. The road stretched out ahead of him, a path leading to new conquests and adventures.