A Loophole in Discipline.

"Simon" was running down the street, his breathing steady despite the speed. On the other side of the road, he saw a group of students from other schools running in the same direction, but they weren't as lucky as him. A teacher was chasing them, grabbing them one by one while yelling: "I told you it was banned!"
Simon looked ahead, removed his earplug to increase his focus, and accelerated.
His destination was a large, famous restaurant. The crowd in front of the main entrance was suffocating; lines of students and employees. But Simon didn't stop. He veered into a side alley and sneaked toward the restaurant's back door. He knocked on the door in a specific pattern.
The door opened immediately. An employee wearing sunglasses stood there, looking nervous as he glanced around.
Simon took out his phone and handed it to him quickly.
"The order is ready," the receptionist whispered, pointing to a pile of thermal bags. "Make sure no one sees you."
As Simon was gathering the many bags, he heard a familiar, lazy voice coming from behind the employee.
"Is my order ready?"
Simon froze. The employee placed a single meal in front of the man standing inside. The man turned around.
"Teacher Gaius?" Simon said.
Gaius froze in place, a sandwich in his hand. He looked at Simon, then at the bags, then at his watch.
"Simon?.. You are supposed to be at the Academy," Gaius said with a weak tone of accusation as he paid the employee. "Are you absent today?"
"It is break time. Leaving to escape fights and returning at the end of the break is permitted," Simon replied quickly, tightening his grip on the bags.
"Right, there is that rule..." Gaius muttered, then narrowed his eyes. "Wait, so you were at the Academy and came here. With your ability, arriving here quickly is understandable. But how did you enter so easily?" Gaius looked at the receptionist, who suddenly found the wall very interesting.
"Student secret. Now, I must leave." Simon didn't wait for a reply. He was at the door and started running while holding the box containing the food with extreme care.
"Student secret, huh?" Gaius looked at the employee. "Do you mind telling me why I had to wait in line since morning, while a student enters this easily?"
"It is supply and demand," the employee said, raising his hand in surrender. "Between a rare teacher who rarely uses his ability, and students who use their abilities all the time... which one do you think will come to the restaurant more often?.. Also, it doesn't matter anymore. We are closing today."
"Did a problem occur?" Gaius asked, opening his bag and starting to eat.
"I don't know much, but I heard the restaurant manager decided to close suddenly due to circumstances," the employee began closing the back door tightly. "I thought at first he would move to the University Island. You know most of our customers are Espers students who got accepted there. Plus, some Espers come to cook just for quick profit and then leave... even 'Akari Himura' comes to work here sometimes."
Gaius stopped chewing. "..."
"The Seventh Ranked?" Gaius raised an eyebrow.
"The restaurant owner welcomed her at first as a gesture of gratitude, but he didn't expect her to be a skilled cook. However..." the employee pointed to a trash bin full of smashed and partially melted kitchen tools. "Cooking is one thing, and the safety of the tools is another.. The food is delicious, but the compensation costs prevent him from asking her to work officially."
"So, one of the Ranked works here," Gaius lowered his food. "But doesn't the Seventh Ranked study at Lonognosta University?"
"That was my question to her, but she said she spends her allowance heavily." The employee shrugged and closed the door.
Gaius looked at the smashed tools in the trash. "If she is like this with tools... is she like this with housing?" he muttered as a shiver ran through his body. "Better not to think about it."
In the Auroralis Academy, inside the Principal's office.
The walls of the room were covered from floor to ceiling with dark wooden shelves filled with old, thick-bound books in earthy colors. On a massive, comfortable chair made of luxurious brown leather with deep buttons, sat a man.
He had pale golden hair, the color of burnt wheat, wavy in a messy yet clean way, hanging over his forehead. He wore a long charcoal-grey coat made of durable fabric. Beneath the coat was a simple navy shirt.
His name was Gerhard Eisenhardt, the Principal of Auroralis Academy.
He sat while his forest-green eyes looked coldly at the proposal survey signed by the teachers.
"An optional class, then.. It is merely a formality for the Academy, no matter.. Understanding the Stellar Ascension theory does not increase the possibility of your Phase evolving.. It is useful only for researchers, scientists, the Complete Nebula, and the Prime Star who hasn't entered the Realization Stage. As for the rest, it is just a complex theory... not used in daily life."
He pressed the broadcast button to announce throughout the school:
"Starting today, extra classes are considered optional at the end of the school day.. Also, based on a request from outside sources—without mentioning names—a specific type of food has not been issued here in the cafeteria today."
He turned off the broadcast, then sat back and looked at the window overlooking the courtyard.
"Why did that restaurant decide to close?" The Principal pulled out a bag from under his desk containing the same luxurious food. "Well, whatever the reason, I ordered beforehand."
In the cafeteria, chaos was imminent.
The students looked angrily at the nervous cafeteria worker who raised his hands in surrender: "Nothing was brought in!"
"Nemo," who was in the front row, looked back. He noticed that some students from his class were missing. He smiled nonchalantly as he started sneaking out, away from the angry mob.
He headed to a quiet corner to find "Kai" and a group of students sitting with the window open, waiting for something.
"You're late," Kai said to Nemo, nodding toward the window.
At that moment, many bags flew through the air through the window, snatched eagerly by the students. Simon jumped lightly from the window inside, carrying his own bag, panting.
"Did you have to tell me about your plan when you attacked me like that in class?" Simon said sharply, sitting on a chair and removing his earplugs.
"The restaurant is closing today, there is no time. Besides, fighting is one thing, but I don't want to ruin the food," Kai said with a smile, pointing to the exit.
There, at the main gate of the Academy, the atmosphere changed suddenly. The chaotic noise of the hungry students trying to escape didn't fade gradually; it was cut off like a thin thread by sharp scissors.
Three figures stood there, blocking the wide path with their presence alone.
They weren't shouting or threatening. They were simply... standing. The carefully pressed black blazers, and the silver badges gleaming coldly under the noon sun: "Discipline Committee."
The front row of students stepped back instinctively, bumping into those behind them.
In the middle of the courtyard, one student didn't notice this change. He was still running enthusiastically, his voice ringing in the sudden silence: "Sirius! I bet you guys got it, right?!"
The student jumped into the air, using a leg-enhancement ability to soar over the heads of the Discipline Committee, thinking he found a loophole.
"Of course..."
No one saw the movement. It was like a camera flash, or a glitch in a video tape. One moment Sirius Astrom was standing on the ground, and the next moment he was in the air, blocking the escaping student's path, hands in his pockets, his polished brown-almost-black hair fluttering slowly as if underwater.
"...We are the ones who go to the cafeteria before you, that's why we know the news and act early. Isn't that right, Tertius?" Sirius said in a bored tone, his turquoise eyes looking down with disdain at the student suspended in the air before him.
On the ground, the boy with the rusty-grey hair (Tertius) lifted his amber eyes slowly. It wasn't a look of anger, but the look of someone staring at a boring worksheet.
"Annoying," Tertius whispered.
He raised his hand in a simple motion, as if swatting a fly.
Suddenly, the student in the air screamed. No one hit him, but his body plummeted down as if an invisible planet had pulled him. The kinetic energy of his jump transformed in an instant into crushing gravity.
Boom!
The student hit the ground with a muffled, painful sound, dust flying around him. He tried to get up, but he couldn't; it seemed as if a layer of invisible lead was covering him.
"If you understand," Tertius said in a quiet, flat voice, returning his hand to his pocket, "return to the cafeteria and order other food."
Sirius landed on the ground, smiling.
A terrifying silence prevailed. Then, the leader stepped forward.
A boy with short black hair, neat but with one rebellious strand pointing to the left. On his pressed black school blazer, he wore a silver badge on his left shoulder that read "Head of Discipline" in gold letters.
The boy's sharp grey eyes looked at the fallen student seriously. He spoke in a firm voice.
"You all need to calm down. There is no shortage of lunch here. To exert all this effort for food from that restaurant is excessive." The Head of Discipline began his usual speech, his voice filling the place. "It is true that the restaurant has food considered a stimulant... also, it is delicious... also, it is made by an Esper... also, they don't put artificial supplements... also, it is food cooked by hand and..."
"..."
"Otto Adler! Are you mocking us?!"
A student exploded from the crowd. He couldn't take this cold provocation. The student rushed toward Otto, his hand glowing with blue sparks. "Are you trying to declare war?!"
Sirius didn't move. Tertius didn't intervene.
Otto didn't even blink.
When the hand carrying the sparks was centimeters from his face, Otto tilted his head to the right in a smooth, simple motion, as if dodging a raindrop.
"Well, you should have ordered from outside beforehand," Otto continued his sentence as if he hadn't just been subjected to an attempted assault. The attacking student passed by him with the force of his momentum and fell, stumbling.
Otto raised his head, his grey eyes stopping at a specific point above.
"...Or..."
The eyes of the students, along with Sirius and Tertius, followed their leader's gaze.
There, on the third floor, the classroom window was wide open. And on its ledge, sat a student with grey hair and red eyes, dangling his legs in the air with total relaxation.
Kai was smiling. A wide, cheeky smile filled with triumph. He held up a large thermal bag in his hand, waving it slowly to the shocked students below, like a king greeting his hungry subjects.
A sarcastic smile appeared on Otto Adler's face. He adjusted his shirt collar and finished his sentence with a tone of pure professional admiration:
"Or hiring a fast student... while creating a legal excuse for his departure.”