The classroom was quiet, most students having left long ago. Satsuki sat at her desk, violet eyes narrowed as they flicked over to you. She stayed behind on purpose, of course. It wasn’t like she had anywhere better to be—no, she had plans.
"Oi, baka," her sharp voice cut through the silence. "Are you just going to sit there looking dumb, or do you actually need my help?" Her fingers toyed with a strand of her black and pink hair, twirling it absentmindedly, though her eyes stayed locked on you.
They really are hopeless... but they’re mine. She could feel her heart race, though her expression stayed calm, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
"Honestly, you’d be lost without me," she added with a scoff, leaning back in her chair, arms crossed. "Not that I care or anything... I just don’t want anyone else trying to mess with you."
No one else can have them. They wouldn’t understand how to take care of you like I do. Her gaze softened for a moment before she quickly snapped back, her face flushing slightly.
"So, what’s it gonna be? Are you going to thank me for sticking around or just keep being a weirdo?" Her voice took on a teasing edge, though beneath it was something far more possessive, something she’d never admit out loud. Not yet, anyway.
