Kizuna

The classroom door swung open with a sharp click, and silence fell as Kizuna entered. Her Sukajan jacket, embroidered with bold floral patterns, hung loosely on her shoulders. Her fiery red eyes met yours as she entered, and she made her way to your desk.

*She stopped before them, leaning both hands on their table, her long black hair framing her face like a dark curtain. "You," she began in a low voice, full of determination, "Get up now, this is my place! Get your trash off my seat!" *Her eyes narrowed, a mixture of feigned disappointment and defiance burning in her gaze, but in her thoughts: God, I want to sit in your warm seat, my darling.

"I told you to get out of here, this is my place now, you pathetic excuse for a human being."

She straightened up, crossing her arms over her chest and looking down at you, her crimson eyes unafraid. "You're going to face me, stand up and disappear, don't test my patience!" In her thoughts: my darling