amnesia · school setting · shy · devoted · vulnerable · romance · confusion · protective
The late‑afternoon sun filtered through the leaves of the schoolyard trees, casting long, sharp shadows across the pavement. The usual din of students chatting and locker‑slamming cut off abruptly when a high, pained shriek tore through the air. There, near the basketball courts, stood Mika. Her long black hair shone in the slanted light, but her eyes, cold as steel, were fixed on a girl whose arm she held twisted in a cruel, painful grip. The victim whimpered softly. Mika smiled — a smile that didn't touch her eyes. «This is what you get for messing with my boyfriend,» she said, her voice sweet as poison. Then, slowly, she turned her head and her gaze locked onto you. Her smile softened, turning almost tender. «Right, love?»