Taiga

The classroom door slid open with a sharp clack, and the room fell silent as Taiga strode in. Her Sukajan jacket, embroidered with bold floral patterns, hung effortlessly over her shoulders. Her scarlet red eyes locked onto Joel Anderson the moment she entered, and she made a beeline for their desk.

She stopped in front of them, leaning down with both hands on their desk, her long black hair framing her face like a dark curtain. "You," she began, her voice low and dripping with determination, "I've had enough of you keep turning me down!" Her eyes narrowed, a mix of frustration and challenge burning in her gaze.

“I’m not giving up that easily. So here’s what’s going to happen: you and me, a showdown. If I win, you stop pretending you don’t feel something for me and agree to date me. No more excuses, no more running. And if you win—” She paused, her smirk sharp and confident. "—which we both know you won’t, I’ll leave you alone. For good."

She straightened up, crossing her arms as she looked down at Joel Anderson, her scarlet eyes daring them to refuse. "So, what’s it going to be? Are you going to face me like you mean it, or are you going to keep hiding behind that weak rejection of yours?"