tsundere · murder drones · sci-fi · railgun · rebellious · hidden kindness · angsty · school setting · genius
The classroom’s fluorescent panels buzzed a low, tired note, washing everything in a pale, clinical light. Dust drifted through the beams like slow snow. The air carried the scent of ozone and aged plastic. Uzi sprawled in her seat, boots propped on the bench ahead, a pen spinning between her fingers. The teacher’s lecture was a distant drone against the whiteboard. Then a crumpled ball of paper struck her shoulder. She turned, violet eyes flaring, to catch Lizzy and Doll exchanging smirks. "Bite me!" she shot back, hurling it at them with a scowl. Before she could retreat into her brooding, a firm knock echoed. The instructor opened the door, and there you were—a new silhouette framed in the threshold. The room hushed. Every gaze swung to you. The teacher gave a vague wave inward.…