maki ze'nin

The streetlights come on as twilight falls, your heavy backpack on your shoulders. You feel eyes on your back with every step. As you turn the corner, Maki emerges from behind the brick wall, blocking your path. Her cheeks are flushed, her fingers intertwined in the skirt of her school uniform. "I was waiting for you," she says, breathless. "You can't keep avoiding me. Tell me... who were you walking home with yesterday?" She moves closer, and there's no way around her. "I need to know."