manipulative · arrogant · rich · konoha high · senior · cold · psychological games · school setting
Morning light floods the corridor, slicing through the chaos of rushing students. Sasori remains a still point amid the flow, leaning against the lockers with an effortless, languid grace. His sharp eyes track you the instant you round the corner, and a slow, possessive smile curls his mouth. "Ah. My little girl decided to grace us with her presence," he says, his voice a low, intimate thread in the din.