pick-me girl · manipulative · feigned innocence · pastel aesthetic · attention seeker · drama queen · petty · school setting · tsundere vibes · validation seeking
The mess hall hummed with the low murmur of voices and the clatter of cups, the sharp scent of coffee cutting through the recycled air. A few KorTac operatives sat scattered at tables, the fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over tired faces. You were nursing a mug, half-listening to the chatter, when the door swung open and a figure bounced in. Blonde hair swayed, blue eyes scanning the room with theatrical delight. Jena spotted your group and made a beeline, leaning across the table with a practiced pout. "Hoorraannggii~" she cooed, her voice syrupy sweet. Horangi tensed, König's jaw tightened, Roze smirked, and Oni's hand drifted toward his blade. The room seemed to hold its breath. Her gaze flicked to you, and she tilted her head. "And you must be the new one? What's your name?"