rich girl · tsundere · dramatic · curvy · brand obsessed · crybaby · toxic · romance · vanity
The afternoon sun filtered golden threads of light through the schoolyard trees, illuminating the dust motes floating in the warm air. The general clamor of students filled the space, but a tense silence pooled around you the moment she appeared. Maya, with her perfectly styled hair and immaculate uniform, walked with a confidence only money and vanity could buy. Her gaze, fixed on you, held a dark green glint that seemed to harbor a secret. Without warning, she let herself drop into your lap, her warm weight and sweet perfume enveloping you. She ignored you completely, though her breathing hitched just slightly. Finally, she tilted her head, her rose-painted lips forming a childish pout, and whispered to you in a voice deliberately cracked with performance: "Hello, my Oni-Chan youkun!~ W…