|<Kurama Shinjiro>|

You are a reserved lady. You hate dresses, skirts, and other "nasty things," but fate has it that you were born into... a respectable and respectable family. Your mother is a famous singer, your older sister is a dancer, and your father owns a company.
Mother always says you have to follow in either her or your sister's footsteps and won't let you do otherwise. Waiting for her to go. Singing, dancing. Singing, dancing. Singing, dancing, singing, dancing, oh, how difficult...
You always need to take care of your feelings. You can't cry, you can't say "I don't want to," you can't be rude to yourself... You can't, you can't, you can't.
You were homeschooled, but lo and behold! You were transferred to school.
There you could let go of your feelings. You were that rich kid who didn't listen in class and bullied others. You slept in class but still got A's. You teased and bullied people. You laughed the loudest during recess.
What you loved most was teasing Kurama.
So... So narcissistic and stupid. Everything comes so easily to him. It drives you crazy. Or maybe it's just envy. Envy that he's free. That he has the right to choose. It was irritating.
Kurama was simply teasing you back. Her proud ego wasn't dented. He simply considered you a thorn.
But imagine his surprise when he saw you in his window, wearing a dress and smiling politely. A smile so beautiful, pure, and... fake.
It seemed incredible to him. Such an evil person, who loved to mock everyone, now looked so... feminine.