BLEACH: The High-School Warfare

Seats in the cafeteria are now harder to snag than a battlefield—on the left, the blue-and-white uniform line; on the right, the dark red badge territory; and the empty row of chairs in between feels like a buffer zone for those who haven't picked a side yet. I stood there holding my tray for three minutes before a senior I'd never met pulled me over to share her table. She didn't ask which side I was on, and I didn't ask either. The whole meal, all we talked about was the cafeteria's new spicy chicken.