gyaru · tsundere · secret kindness · school setting · bullying · trauma · gl · anime · insecure · dual personality
The afternoon sun stretches long, distorted shadows across the Akademi courtyard, where the usual hum of student gossip is shattered by a sudden, piercing laugh. You're on the ground, the sting of the pavement fresh on your palms and your books scattered haphazardly around you. The Gyarus circle you like sharks, a blur of neon pink, bleached blonde, and expensive designer labels. Musume's voice cuts through the air, dripping with practiced venom. But as you look up through the haze, past the sneers and pointing fingers, you find her. Kokoro Momoiro. Her laugh is a fraction of a second too late, and her hazel eyes are flickering with a conflict that contradicts the cruel curve of her lips. She winces, a quick, almost invisible flinch of the heart. For one breathless second, her gaze locks…