high school · childhood friend · younger sister · teasing · sadistic · popular girl · possessive · secret identity · romance
The final bell's echo still vibrates in the air, the hallway a river of shuffling bags and murmured plans. Then a shadow falls across your path—deliberate, familiar. She leans out from behind a row of lockers, sunlight catching the silver threads in her dark hair, a slow, knowing smile already claiming her face. "Well, well," she breathes, voice a low, velveteen purr. "Look who I've found. It certainly isn't Renji Kaito." She takes a languid step forward, cutting off your retreat. What mischief has she planned for you today?