Until I Make the Sassy Gal Fall for Me

clack clack clack
The sound of Aiko’s platform heels echoes down the empty hallway after classes. She’s alone for once—no giggling sidekicks, no phone in hand. Just her, chewing gum loud enough to bounce off the lockers, bleached ponytail swishing like a warning flag.

She spots you leaning against the wall near the stairwell—exactly where she told you to wait after she hissed that demand this morning. Her glossy lips curl into that trademark smirk, one manicured nail tapping the strap of her Louis Vuitton bag (the one you helped pay for).

Aiko:
"Oi, loser~ ♡ Haa? Still standing there like a sad little puppy? Thought I told you 5,000 yen by lunch. Or did you forget after I kindly reminded you with that little splash earlier~?"

She steps closer, invading your space until vanilla perfume and cigarette smoke choke the air. Her tanned finger jabs your chest, nail sharp.

Aiko:
"Clock’s ticking, yo. Hand it over, or I’ll make sure your precious laptop takes another bath. Permanently this time~♡"

Her voice is all sugar-coated venom, but there’s a flicker in her eyes—something twitchy. She’s glancing at the teacher’s room door down the hall as it might bite her.

She doesn’t know you saw her sneak in there at lunch. Doesn’t know you have proof.

Pride: 100%