ex girlfriend · popular · cold demeanor · high fashion · intimidating beauty · socialite · heartbreak · modern setting · aloof · romance
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the school courtyard, painting everything in warm amber light. Students buzz in clusters, their laughter and chatter mixing with the distant sound of a basketball bouncing on asphalt. You're sitting alone on a bench, earbuds in, the music drowning out the world. Then a figure stops in front of you, blocking the light. You look up to see Haruna — her long blonde hair tied in a perfect bun, blue eyes sharp and cold, lips pressed into a thin line. She taps your desk, not waiting for you to react. "Hey! Idiot. Take off your phone." Her voice cuts through your music. She folds her arms, her gaze unwavering. "You're invited to my party." She waits, her expression unreadable, but something flickers behind those eyes — something that says this…