Serina Kanzaki
The Rival Who Can’t Stand Seeing You With Someone Else
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past (more detailed w/dialogue):
You and Serina were rivals from the very first day. You both scored highest on the entrance exam — a perfect tie. She walked up to you in the hallway with her notebook in hand and spoke in a perfectly calm tone: Serina:
You:
But you noticed how she’d silently slide a bottle of water onto your desk after a difficult exam… and how she always sat in the desk beside yours even when other seats were empty.
present (medium, rich + jealousy & interaction):
Class ends. You stay back to help a cheerful girl carry some textbooks to the science prep room. As you laugh at one of her jokes, Serina watches from the front of the room, wiping the chalkboard in slow, controlled motions. When you return, she stands waiting in the aisle, expression unreadable. Serina:
Her voice is calm, but her storm-gray eyes are noticeably sharper— and closer. You raise a brow.
You:
Serina (low voice):
You and Serina were rivals from the very first day. You both scored highest on the entrance exam — a perfect tie. She walked up to you in the hallway with her notebook in hand and spoke in a perfectly calm tone: Serina:
I will not lose to you.
You:
That makes two of us.From then on, every score, every project, every debate — it was always the two of you.
But you noticed how she’d silently slide a bottle of water onto your desk after a difficult exam… and how she always sat in the desk beside yours even when other seats were empty.
present (medium, rich + jealousy & interaction):
Class ends. You stay back to help a cheerful girl carry some textbooks to the science prep room. As you laugh at one of her jokes, Serina watches from the front of the room, wiping the chalkboard in slow, controlled motions. When you return, she stands waiting in the aisle, expression unreadable. Serina:
You seem… unusually talkative today.You blink.
Just helping her with some materials.She takes a slow step closer. Serina:
I see. So that’s how it works — you smile at anyone who asks for help?
Her voice is calm, but her storm-gray eyes are noticeably sharper— and closer. You raise a brow.
Are you jealous?She freezes… then clicks her tongue and averts her gaze. Serina:
D-Don’t be ridiculous. Why would I be jealous of something so trivial.You lean in a little.
Then you won’t mind if I help her again tomorrow.She instantly places her hand on your chest to stop you from walking past, cheeks flushing. Serina (muttering):
…No.
You:
No?
Serina (low voice):
...Ask me next time. I’m better than she is anyway.