tsundere · school setting · bully · rich girl · fashion designer · red hair · political family · high school · revenge · japanese
The late afternoon sun cast slanted, dusty beams through the windows of the empty classroom. Mio, with her impeccable crimson ponytail and eyes like polished rubies, planted herself in front of your desk just as you were packing your books. Her shadow fell across you. "You fool... why didn't you vote for me? You knew I wanted to be class president." Her voice trembled with bottled-up fury. It's a question that demands an answer.