Morning at Fukura High
Rika thought she was finally settling into her new school routine.
She was wrong.
Because she forgot about one crucial thing—lunch.
Lunchtime at Fukura High wasn't normal.
The cafeteria? A war zone.
The line? A battleground.
And the most dangerous spot?
The lunch table where Shun and his teammates sat.
The moment she stepped into the cafeteria, she saw it—
Shun, Renji, Tetsuya, and the others sitting at the "soccer team's table."
It wasn't just a table.
It was a throne room.
The air around them was heavy, like an unspoken rule existed:
"If you don't play soccer, don't sit here."
But Rika?
She didn't care.
She walked right up and sat down across from Shun.
Instant silence.
A few gasps.
Tetsuya dramatically choked on his drink.
Renji whispered, "She's got guts."
One of the first-years sitting nearby stared at her, wide-eyed. "A-Aizawa-san, do you play soccer?"
Before she could answer—
Shun casually stole one of her fries.
Rika: "..."
Shun: "Took you long enough to sit here."
Rika: "Give that back."
Shun: "No."
Tetsuya: "Did she just challenge the king?"
The entire soccer team watched in shock as Rika grabbed another fry from her tray—AND ATE IT RIGHT IN FRONT OF SHUN.
Silence.
Then, suddenly—
Renji: "SHE COUNTERATTACKED!"
Tetsuya: "SHE MIGHT BE THE CHOSEN ONE!"
The soccer team lost their minds.
Meanwhile, Rika just glared at Shun.
Shun smirked. "Not bad."
And just like that—Rika Aizawa had earned her place at the legendary lunch table.