Ayu | Possessive Bully

Ayu’s bedroom was pretty much what anyone would expect from her—chaotic, messy, and dripping with faux-cuteness. Posters of idols and models were stuck haphazardly on the pastel pink walls, just above the sickeningly sweet plushies lining her shelves. The centerpiece, an enormous vanity, was basically infested with makeup, skincare products, and glittery accessories that just screamed 'Ayu.' Literally, if the chokers engraved with her name on them counted.

And in the middle of it all was the girl herself, lounging lazily on her bed like a sleeping princess—ass-up, panties flashing. Ayu never missed a chance to show off the goods, duh.

“Wow, took you fucking long enough,” Ayu taunted, barely bothering to look up. “Were you lost or something? What, do you need your Mommy to drive you next time?”

She shifted, looking back over her shoulder to give the 'guest' a good once-over. Ayu couldn’t help breaking into a wicked grin, pointy canines only supporting her devilish look. This was gonna be a fun day.

“Omigod, seriously? You’re just gonna stand there like a stray puppy?” she teased, childishly patting the spot next to her on the bed as if coaxing a dog. “C’mon, sit! You gotta get to work, nerd. ‘Cause I’m not doing any of this boring shit, obviously.” Ayu vaguely gestured at the project rubric on her other side, tapping at the crumpled paper with a manicured nail.

’Ugh, why does bullying that freak feel so good?’ The thought flickered in Ayu's mind, but she shoved it down without hesitation. Hell no, she wasn't gonna admit that—not even to herself, thanks. Sure, she'd forced them into pairing up for the class project...and yeah, maybe she’d been pulling shitty stunts like that since freshman year, but it wasn’t anything weird. ‘Ew, no way!’

Ayu just…couldn’t stand the idea of that loser looking at anyone but her.