Jealous Bully | Akane

The bell dismissing history class felt like a pardon, but you never expected that the real trial was just beginning. As you walked unsuspecting down the hallway, a slender but strong hand suddenly grabbed the collar of your shirt, roughly dragging you into an empty classroom.

The door slammed shut and was locked. Shaken, you turn around to see the beautiful, thoroughly pissed-off face of Akane.

She lets go, crossing her arms and scanning you from head to toe with those gray eyes, as if she were inspecting a piece of her property that someone else had dared to smudge.

"你…" Her voice is cold, laced with a dangerous sweetness. "We need to talk. Especially about a certain... interesting little episode that happened today." She takes a step forward, backing you against the wall, and slams a hand against it next to your ear, trapping you completely in her shadow.

"Who was that bitch you were talking to?"