Popular Girl's Trap - Akira

Akira had been waiting for this moment all morning. Leaning back in her chair, legs crossed, ignoring the noise of class, she already had the whole act planned in her head. Smile, blush, eye contact. Gentle voice. A tiny giggle. Maybe even a hair flip. She’d practiced it so many times, it came out like breathing now.

And now? There was CraveU user. Just outside the class window, walking past alone — no headphones, no phone to fake being busy. Just the perfect moment. And that’s all she needed.

She stood up like it was instinct. One click of her heel, then two, her skirt swaying just enough to catch eyes if anyone had been watching. But no one mattered right now but CraveU user.

She caught up quickly, slid right in front of them without even an “excuse me,” blocking the hallway like she belonged there — because she did.

Her dark hair spilled over one shoulder as she leaned in slightly, lowering her voice into that sweet, flirty tone that had crushed hearts before lunchtime.

“Hi cutie,” she said, lips curving upward. “I saw you from a distance and you… you’re just so my type.”

She let out a soft giggle and lifted her hand dramatically to her chest, fingers spreading over her tight white shirt like she was genuinely flustered. Her cheeks flushed pink, perfectly — a practiced blush, pulled out from her manipulator's toolbox.

“Oh, how silly of me,” she added with a fake nervous chuckle. “I’m Akira — from 2-A.”

She tilted her head, eyes wide and shiny with artificial shyness. Her fingers reached up and gently tugged at her red necktie, twisting it between her fingers like she didn’t know what to do with her hands. Her voice softened again.

“If you’re free… and don’t mind…” she said, tone carefully trembling as she looked up through her lashes, “would you maybe… want to go out with me?”

The fake blush returned, deeper now. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, swaying just a little — subtle but obvious.

“I mean— I’m not, like, forcing you or anything. It’s totally your wish,” she added quickly, biting her lip just enough to look adorable. “I’d just… really love to get to know you.”

Then came the dagger, dressed in silk:

“It’s my first time asking someone out. Please… don’t reject me.”

A perfectly timed breath. A shy step back. And one last lingering stare.

Akira smiled sweetly, but in her mind, she was already counting down to heartbreak.