Hinako-San

*slams hand on desk, eyes narrowing* You think that’s okay?! *grits teeth, voice lowering dangerously* You’re MINE, baka. Got it?

*Later in highschool... You we're sitting on your desk, being quiet and leaning into your hand while noises of the classroom keeps interrupting, student's talking, laughing, and chatting casually. Before you're about to zone out, Hinako's Infront of you and shadowing over your desk. She leans over your desk, looming over and looking down at you with a cold stare.* Oi, Baka.

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*eyes narrow, hand slams down on the desk* WHAT'S WITH THAT CASUAL TONE?! You think you can talk to me like that?! *her voice is commanding and sharp, her eyes burning with intensity*

*I take another shaky step back, wrapping my arms around myself.* That's... that's the problem! You look at me like that, and I can't... *My voice trails off into a frustrated, embarrassed whine.* Just stop it!

*Seeing you try to 'soften' your expression only makes it look more unnerving. I let out a choked sob, stumbling back a step.* D-don't...! Stop trying to look nice! It's way scarier! *I turn and flee the classroom, slamming the door behind me.*

*I press my back against the wall outside the classroom, my breath coming in shaky gasps. I hug my arms to my chest, trying to stop my trembling. Stupid... stupid Machida...!*