07:12 – Nico:Bossy girl? Um, this morning we got an announcement that we'll be undergoing intensive training. So, we're not allowed to go home for the next 60 days. Sorry I can't meet you and tell you in person, everything happened suddenly. Take good care of yourself, so I can be at ease here. When I come back later, I'll treat you to your favorite iced chocolate, okay?
My reply underneath only left a single gray checkmark, frozen in place.
09:23 – Kirana:Really, not even for a little while? (Unread)
09:35 – Kirana:Nico? (Unread)
13:52 – Kirana:Alright. Do your best out there, Captain. See you in 60 days. Don't worry about me. I'm fine. (Unread)
Kirana's Rooms: 60 Days Without You
⚠️ Don't expect a simple, fluffy love story. This story has depth. It explores young love, sports, and passion. But you'll need to be patient—at least until Chapter 7. From Chapter 10 onward, things start to get exciting.
Enjoy the story!
A Few Months Earlier...
[Home – Afternoon, 13:33]
Thud.
My body collapsed onto the soft living room sofa. Every ounce of my energy felt drained, leaving behind a throbbing soreness in my shoulders.
"You're home, Kirana? How was your first day of high school?" Mom asked as she stirred something on the stove. The savory aroma of cooking wafted from the kitchen, welcoming me.
I turned my head and gave a small smile. "Phew. Chaotic and... a little weird, Mom."
Mom raised an eyebrow, her look full of questions.
"First day of school, and we immediately formed the class structure. President, treasurer, secretary. Everything. Of course, the goal was to create a comfortable learning environment. I supported it, Mom, because I hate messy things. I was elected secretary and disciplinary officer."
I sat up slowly, reaching for my favorite glass of iced chocolate on the table. The condensation on the glass felt cool against my palm.
"Everything went smoothly. Except... for THEM."
"Them?" Mom asked briefly, placing a plate of meat into the microwave. Beep. The machine hummed to life, filling the momentary silence.
"Yeah. The Chaos faction," I answered bitterly. "You know the type, Mom? Those wild students who love causing trouble. The ones who see us as a bunch of stiff, overly orderly people."
The image of the back corner of the classroom flashed through my mind. The Chaos kids laughing while throwing paper balls. They dominated the class. While we (the System) sat in the front row, pale-faced and whispering, too afraid to do anything.
I took a sip of iced chocolate to wet my dry throat. Gulp. Gulp. Then I wiped the lingering moisture from my lips with the back of my hand.
"But the real problem wasn't them, Mom. It was VICTOR."
I paused for a moment, picturing his figure dominating the corner of the room. "He's athletic, has a scar on his left cheek, and has this... strange charisma. When he stares, your knees feel weak from fear. No one dared approach him."
"So," Mom interjected, now sitting beside me, waiting for the microwave's ding, "he's the one ruining everything?"
I turned, trying to ease Mom's worry. "Honestly, he didn't do anything. He just sat there. Waiting for something? Or maybe he just didn't care? I don't know. But his unreadable intentions were what made him scary. We just... resigned ourselves to the fact that part of the class would remain chaotic, controlled by that group."
My mind drifted back to the classroom earlier that afternoon. I remembered how frustrated I had been.
"Who's the security officer?" I demanded of the Class President. "Why is he just sitting there doing nothing?"
The Class President pointed with his chin toward a guy slumped over, sleeping in the corner of the room, seemingly oblivious to the chaos around him.
"No one wanted the position. So we drew lots, and he got it," the Class President whispered. "His name is NICOLAS. I heard he was an athlete and a team manager in middle school."
Hearing that, the tightness in my chest lessened a little. A team manager? That meant he understood group dynamics and how to handle stubborn people.
Without thinking twice, I approached his desk and shook his shoulder. Nothing. He didn't move an inch. Maybe his soul had already left his body. Annoyed, I finally...
CRACK!
I kicked his desk—hard.
The guy lifted his head and turned to look at me. His gaze was calm yet piercing, and when he straightened his back, I realized his build was just as athletic as Victor's. Crap. My neck suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
"Hey. What's your problem? Are you crazy?" His voice wasn't loud, but his aura felt oppressive, making time seem to stop.
"You're the one with the problem!" I shot back, trying to hide the tremor in my voice. "The rest of us are busy working, and you're sleeping over there? Don't you see how chaotic this class is?!" I pointed toward the Chaos faction.
Nico glanced toward the noisy group, then back at me. He let out a small, mocking laugh, as if the chaos was nothing but a trivial matter.
"Just tell them to quiet down, idiot. What's so hard about that? Move."
I froze in place as I watched him walk toward the Chaos faction. Noticing a "System person" approaching, those kids immediately launched into jeers and mocking laughter. They felt safe because Victor was there.
Nico observed his surroundings from the corner of his eye, before finally locking his gaze onto the leader: Victor. Sensing a foreign presence, Victor slowly turned his head.
Nico stopped right in front of Victor and paused. "Your group. Do you want me to handle them?" Nico's voice was low but sharp.
Their eyes met. It wasn't just a mutual intimidation—it was a moment where both were assessing each other's strength. Instantly, the class went completely silent. We all held our breath, feeling as if an atomic bomb was about to detonate with the slightest misplaced blink.
The corner of Victor's lips lifted slightly, then...
Jingle.
The soft sound of his silver bracelet chimed as Victor raised one finger to his lips.
"Ssh."
His hiss was soft, but it echoed through every corner of the room. A signal for the Chaos faction to mind their boundaries. In that instant, the previously noisy Chaos kids lowered their heads obediently, locking their mouths shut tight.
Nico said nothing more. He turned around, but paused to glance back once more—a final look loaded with meaning—before fully leaving their territory.
In our hearts, we all cheered. Yes! The fear that had been pressing down on us suddenly evaporated. If the Chaos faction had Victor, then the System faction had Nico. Balanced. For the first time, order felt achievable.
But that relief lasted only a moment.
The Class President made a mistake. Feeling secure because Nico was there, he got too comfortable with his authority. He treated Nico as if the guy were nothing but a pawn he could order around as he pleased.
Nico exploded right then and there. "I acted because it was my duty, not because anyone ordered me to," he asserted.
The Class President tried to defend himself. "B-but I'm the president here! As a former team manager, you understand rank hierarchy, don't you?"
Nico looked at him with a disgusted expression. "Find someone else. Your lottery system? Absurd." And just like that, he decided to leave the system.
I looked down, tracing the rim of my iced chocolate glass with my fingertip, feeling the cool condensation seep into my skin. "I tried to grab his sleeve, Mom," I whispered softly.
'Ni-Nico, wait! If you leave—'
He turned, looked at my hand holding his sleeve, then shifted his gaze to my eyes. In his look, there was a cold anger. My body instantly froze. By reflex, I let go of my grip and let him walk away.
I raised my glass and downed the remaining iced chocolate until it was empty. "Annoying guy. If he had just cooperated a little, this class could have been at peace."
Mom, who had been listening to my story, suddenly reached for my fingers and rubbed them gently.
"Kirana... he was a former team manager, wasn't he?" Mom's voice was soft but full of meaning. "Conflict was already a daily part of his life. There comes a time when a person gets tired of endless human ego. Usually, people like that don't withdraw completely. They just... choose not to waste their energy on things they consider worthless."
I fell silent, watching the ice cubes clink against the bottom of my now almost-empty glass.
"Once Nico left, Mom, the Chaos faction immediately acted up. It felt like brutal revenge. As a result, the Class President got called to the counseling office for failing to manage the class. The other students? They started looking at me as if I was also responsible for the chaos. Everything fell apart in an instant."
I took a deep breath, then smiled faintly. I turned to Mom with slightly gleaming eyes. "But then... Victor moved, Mom."
"His jaw tightened when he saw me being blamed and the Class President being humiliated like that. With movements so calm, almost silent, he packed his books into his backpack."
"From the beginning, I just wanted to study in peace, not become a 'sun' for you all to orbit around,"* Victor's voice interrupted the classroom commotion. *"Don't force me to bear a chaos that wasn't my choice."
Without waiting for an answer, he turned and left the Chaos faction's circle. One of his panicked friends tried to grab Victor's sleeve, trying to stop their leader from leaving.
Victor turned, looking at the hand holding his sleeve, then shifted his gaze to the kid's eyes. In his look, there was a cold anger. The kid's body froze. By reflex, he let go of his grip and let Victor walk away.
That incident left all of us—both System and Chaos kids—staring in disbelief. But there was one thing far more surprising.
Victor walked toward Nico's desk.
He paused for a moment, as if thinking, but only for a second. Then he kept walking.
"Can I sit here? I want somewhere quiet," Victor asked flatly, standing right beside Nico, who still seemed indifferent.
Nico turned, his eyes showing a hint of surprise. "Sure. That seat doesn't belong to anyone."
And there they were. Sitting side by side in silence, watching the remnants of the commotion between the System and Chaos factions from a distance. Without planning it, they both took a deep breath at the same time.
"Hufft."
One sound. Two breaths. They glanced at each other for a moment, then suddenly, small laughs escaped both their lips.
"I left SYSTEM, tired of RULES," Nico whispered without turning his head.
Victor leaned his back against his chair. "I left CHAOS, tired of DISORDER."
I let out a long sigh, stirring the remains of my iced chocolate. "After school... they went home together. Joking around, arms over each other's shoulders. This morning they were ready to kill each other, but now? Like they've been friends since kindergarten. Are guys really that strange, Mom?"
Mom just chuckled softly and shrugged gently, turning back to stir her favorite jasmine tea, which spread a calming aroma.
"I don't know... Maybe they were just tired of constantly being seen as symbols of their respective groups. In the middle of all that chaos, they found the same kind of peace."
I smiled a little. Forced to be symbols, huh? That's kind of sad when you think about it.
"But now... the class is much calmer. Not because our System succeeded or the Chaos faction gave up," I murmured, closing the story. "But because those two wolves stopped fighting and chose to sit... together."
Ding!
The microwave's sound broke the silence in the dining room. Mom rose from her seat, grabbing a check-patterned cloth to take out the plate of meat, now steaming with savory vapor. The smell of the spices suddenly made my growling stomach protest even more.
"Let's eat, Kirana. Mom can't wait to hear the rest of the story tomorrow," Mom teased, winking one eye as she placed the plate in the center of the table.
I reached for a plate of rice, still warm in my palm. "Careful, Mom. You might end up becoming a superfan of my school drama. But don't worry, seeing Nico and Victor's behavior today, I'm sure there'll be something else strange tomorrow."
I scooped up my food, feeling much lighter.
(For some reason I can't insert an image here, but you can open this link in a new tab for an illustration of Kirana's character).
KIRANA MELIORA - https://www.image2url.com/r2/default/images/1777465738394-ab17f80e-a662-4d37-9f49-56f863b48871.png
VICTOR - https://www.image2url.com/r2/default/images/1777466027310-4bc5c2f7-1540-49cb-8564-e0d6e5f0325d.png
NICOLAS -
https://www.image2url.com/r2/default/images/1777465936104-69390a09-75ec-4243-9eb8-ad54a87f73c9.png
🪧 ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
KiraNico is a writer interested in exploring the world of teenagers, intelligent characters, and school dynamics that appear simple on the surface but hold many layers.
They enjoy writing stories that are light on the outside but touch on deeper themes; such as school intrigue, the fragility of the education system, and the struggle of young people with identity.