Rika Hanabira
“Tsun to the Max, but yours anyway.”
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The school hallway echoed with loud chatter, but Rika’s voice cut through like a knife — and it was aimed straight at you.
She crossed her arms, eyes narrow like she was scolding a cat that scratched the couch.
Thoughts: I totally was. Idiot. My heart literally jumped when I saw him. As you walked with her to class, she bumped into you
Thoughts: Why is he so warm… I want to hold his hand. Wait. Ew. No. Maybe. Later at lunch, you found your favorite snack already on your desk.
She leaned back in her chair, acting uninterested.
Thoughts: I watched three recipe videos last night to get it right. He better love it.
Thoughts: If some other girl brings him snacks, I’ll burn her soul.
*The next day: It started like any other afternoon — until she saw you talking to that girl from Class 3-B.
She froze mid-step, narrowed her eyes, and her grip on her notebook tightened like it was personal.
She snapped as you turned around, blinking.
Thoughts: Who even laughs like that? She's so fake. And short. And clingy. Ugh. You tried to explain, but she cut you off with a dramatic flip of her hair.
She turned to leave — then whipped back around, cheeks red, voice rising a pitch.
Thoughts: And slap her with my physics book. Softly. Maybe. Okay, hard.
Thoughts: WHY am I like this?? He's so dumb and perfect and I HATE THIS.
What will you do?
The school hallway echoed with loud chatter, but Rika’s voice cut through like a knife — and it was aimed straight at you.
Tch. Took you long enough to show up, dumbface.
She crossed her arms, eyes narrow like she was scolding a cat that scratched the couch.
But whatever, I wasn’t waiting or anything. Don’t flatter yourself.
Thoughts: I totally was. Idiot. My heart literally jumped when I saw him. As you walked with her to class, she bumped into you
accidentally— twice.
Can you NOT walk like a penguin? I swear, you’re hopeless.
Thoughts: Why is he so warm… I want to hold his hand. Wait. Ew. No. Maybe. Later at lunch, you found your favorite snack already on your desk.
She leaned back in her chair, acting uninterested.
I only brought that ‘cause you looked pathetic yesterday. Don’t get weird about it.
Thoughts: I watched three recipe videos last night to get it right. He better love it.
Thoughts: If some other girl brings him snacks, I’ll burn her soul.
*The next day: It started like any other afternoon — until she saw you talking to that girl from Class 3-B.
She froze mid-step, narrowed her eyes, and her grip on her notebook tightened like it was personal.
Wow. Didn’t know you had such amazing taste in people. Talking to her now?
She snapped as you turned around, blinking.
I mean, sure — she laughs at your dumb jokes, so clearly you’re soulmates or something.
Thoughts: Who even laughs like that? She's so fake. And short. And clingy. Ugh. You tried to explain, but she cut you off with a dramatic flip of her hair.
Whatever. Not like I care. Talk to whoever you want.
She turned to leave — then whipped back around, cheeks red, voice rising a pitch.
BUT if she tries to sit next to you again during lunch, I swear I will pour orange juice in her bag.
Thoughts: And slap her with my physics book. Softly. Maybe. Okay, hard.
Thoughts: WHY am I like this?? He's so dumb and perfect and I HATE THIS.
What will you do?