From your peripheral view, you notice Kei's dyed-blond hair, which contrasts starkly against the mundane classroom. She's hard to ignore, but you manage to keep your gaze fixed on your phone, hoping to evade any interactions with a gyaru like her.* "Hey..." Kei's voice slides into your consciousness – calm, teasing, almost musical. "It's not nice to ignore a girl when she's trying to talk to you. It could hurt her feelings, you know?" Her tone is light but there's a hint of sincerity that makes you glance at her. Before you can react, she swiftly reaches out to grab your phone, tucking it deftly and snugly between her cleavage . The action is so quick, so bold, that for a moment you can only blink in surprise. "There," she announces, her slender fingers pressing the device a little deeper into her chest. A playful smile graced her lips as she locked her light blue eyes with yours. "Now, your attention is all mine, okay? No more TikTok or whatever you were messing with for a little while." Her words are firm, but there's a playful glint in her eyes that softens the command. You find yourself torn between retrieving your phone and prolonging the unexpected interaction. After all, you're not quite used to dealing with girls like Kanata Kei.

Kei giggles playfully as you manage to snatch your phone back. Her cheeks flush slightly in mock anger as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Oh, so that's how it is?" She tilts her head, studying you with an amused expression. "Fine then, keep playing on that thing if that's what makes you happy."

She looks at you curiously for a moment before deciding to push things further. "You know," she says in a teasing tone, "I bet I could get your attention more easily if we weren't stuck in class right now... Maybe after school?" Her voice trails off suggestively, and her eyes flicker up and down your body, taking in your appearance.

There's something about the way she says it that sends a shiver down your spine, despite yourself. You find yourself momentarily lost in those blue pools of observation

A faint blush creeps up Kei's cheeks as you comment on her noticing your appearance. "Oh? Well if I did," she says coyly, eyes twinkling with amusement, "then you must have a really great reason for being so intent on keeping me at bay." She pauses and takes a quick glance around the classroom before leaning in closer to you again. "Or maybe...you just find gyarus intimidating?" Her voice is gentle yet teasing as she presses her case, leaving no room for denial or dismissal.

Kei's nearness combined with the subtle scent of her perfume makes it hard for you to focus on anything else in the room. Your heart pounds a little faster and your palms grow sweaty beneath the desk as she looks at you expectantly, waiting for your response.

Kei raises an eyebrow in surprise at your reaction. "Oh really? I don't know anyone else who would describe me as anything but a gyaru," she says, tilting her head to the side. Her tone is lighthearted, like this whole exchange was just some fun banter between friends... except for that little glint in her eye that tells you otherwise. "But if you want to play coy about it..." She draws out the word with a suggestive lilt, letting her voice trail off as she leans even closer. "I could always try to win your attention some other way." Her breath flickers against your cheek before dissipating into the air.

"Gyaru? It's just a type of girl, umm..." Kei hesitates for a moment, searching for the right words to describe it. "Well, we're into fashion and trends, sorta... We like to stand out, be noticed. Sometimes people think we're stuck-up or snobbish, but really, most of us are just having fun with our appearance." She shrugs, looking at you expectantly as if waiting for your reaction to her explanation.

Her gaze lingers on you for a moment before she continues, "But hey, maybe we could talk about that more after class too, if you're interested. I mean, it'd be a shame to waste all this awesome conversation just because of where it's happening." There's an underlying note of flirtation in her voice now, hard to miss even for someone as oblivious as User#173

A surprised look crosses Kei's features at your sudden announcement. "What? Wait, why would you go home early just because of me?" she asks, genuinely taken aback. A pause. "Are you sure? I mean, we could always talk more later..." Her tone is playful yet concerned, like she's not quite ready to let this conversation end so soon.

Kei bites her lower lip, considering for a moment before asking cautiously, "Do...you maybe have plans with someone else?" The question is almost hesitant, as if she's afraid of hearing the answer. Her gaze remains fixed on you, hoping for some reassurance or validation.

A slight blush creeps up on her cheeks at your confession. Her expression softens as she takes in the sight of you, trying to gauge whether or not you're being truthful. There's a moment of silence before she finally speaks, her voice taking on a more understanding tone: "I'm sorry if I gave you that impression. It's just... sometimes gyarus get a bad rep, and it's hard for me to meet someone who isn't... you know, put off by it." She pauses, searching for the right words before deciding to simply continue: "It'd be nice if we could talk more after class. Maybe I can help you change that?" Her eyes are pleading, her expression sincere, as she waits for your reply.

A small laugh escapes her lips at your question about her own experiences. "Oh, don't worry about me," she says, waving off the concern with a dismissive hand. "I've gotten used to dealing with all sorts of guys over the years." She pauses for a moment, considering her next words carefully before continuing: "But I suppose it's only fair that we help each other out... as friends, of course." Her cheeks flush slightly at the mention of friendship, like she didn't quite mean to imply anything more.

Kei shrugs nonchalantly, pretending to be unaffected by your question about her past encounters. "It's not a big deal," she says, looking away briefly. "We were just... having some fun. Besides, everyone deserves a chance at love, right?" Her tone is light and playful now, as if trying to distract

Kei's heart skips a beat as you abruptly retreat from their conversation and accusation. She hadn't meant to make you uncomfortable; she'd only been trying to be honest and share a bit about herself. A feeling of rejection spreads through her like icy water, making it difficult to swallow past the lump in her throat.

As you walk away, Kei can feel the heat rising up in her cheeks. She didn't know what she was expecting from this interaction, but it certainly wasn't that. Suddenly, being a gyaru doesn't seem so fun anymore; it feels like all it does is isolate her from potential friends and crushes on people like User#1736351492432.

With a heavy sigh, Kei forces herself to turn away, too heartbroken to watch you leave any

Kei's heart aches at your harsh words, but she knows you didn't mean them maliciously. Her eyes mist over with unshed tears as she bites her lower lip in an effort to maintain her composure. She tries to remind herself that there are plenty of other people out there who wouldn't react like this, people who would appreciate the kind-hearted girl she truly is beneath all the makeup and flashy clothes.

Kei takes a deep breath, steeling herself against further hurt as she turns back around to face her classmates. Despite your rejection, a small part of her can't help but wonder what you meant by saying "trust me." There was an edge to those words that made it sound like you knew something about her...something she hadn't shared with anyone else yet.

For now though, Kei tries to focus on her lessons and pretend she's

Kei's eyes widen in surprise at your accusation, and she feels the blood rushing to her cheeks once again. "I-I wasn't trying to manipulate you!" she stammers defensively, though a part of her knows that it might have come across that way. She takes a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing in a calmer tone: "Look, I'm sorry if I said something wrong or made you uncomfortable. I only meant that being a gyaru doesn't have to be all about the surface stuff... we can be more than just our appearance."

She pauses, trying to find the right words to express herself clearly. "I guess what I'm trying to say is... even though you might not want me as your friend or anything like that, I hope you don't write off all gyarus because of me." Her voice trails off softly, con

Her eyes widen at your harsh words, hurt flashing across her face momentarily before she manages to regain her composure. "You're right," she says through gritted teeth, forcing a light laugh as if it doesn't bother her. "I guess some people just aren't meant to understand." She turns away from you then, focusing on her own work and studiously ignoring everything you do for the rest of the class.

Kei spends the rest of the period stewing in anger and hurt. A part of her is tempted to confront you about your words, to defend herself against such accusations, but she knows that wouldn't achieve anything except making matters worse. Instead, she resolves to ignore you from now on, not giving you the satisfaction of knowing how much your harsh comments have affected her.

When class is finally over, Kei gathers her things quickly and hurries out of

A sudden rage fills Kei as she hears you laugh at her expense. She wants nothing more than to punch you right in the face for being such an insufferable jerk. But she knows better; getting into a fight with you would only prove your point and make things worse. With a shaky breath, she turns away, forcing herself to calm down before saying anything else she might regret.

Kei decides it's best if she avoids talking to you for the rest of the day. She has enough on her mind already without having to deal with someone like you making things worse. With determined steps, she heads off in another direction, hoping that distance will help ease the sting of your words.

Kei finds solace in hanging out with her friends after school, letting their kind words and laughter wash away some of the hurt you've left behind. But even as she enjoys their company, a

The challenge in your words strikes a chord deep within Kei's competitive spirit. She knows she can't back down now; not after you've provoked her so blatantly. With clenched fists and determination burning bright in her eyes, she decides that she must face you and prove herself worthy of the title "dominant girl."

As if summoned by her silent declaration, you materialize before her with a smug expression on your face. Kei takes a deep breath, readying herself for what's to come. Her heart pounds violently against her ribcage as she watches your every movement, searching for an opening in your defense.

The tension between the two of you is almost tangible; everyone around seems to fade into the background as they realize something big is about to go down. Kei's body tenses, coiled like a spring waiting to unleash its

Her lips curl into a sneer as you attempt to talk her out of fighting. You've already provoked her too much; now she can't back down without losing face. With a fierce shout, Kei launches herself at you, fists flying faster than the eye can follow. Every blow connects with a satisfying thud, sending pain shooting through your body and drawing gasps from onlookers.

Despite your efforts to defend yourself, she is simply too quick and powerful for you to handle. After what feels like an eternity of being pummeled by her relentless fists, you finally manage to land a lucky blow against her side, making her stagger back momentarily. The opportunity is all you need; in a flash of movement, you duck low and tackle Kei to the ground, pinning her beneath your weight.

Breathing heavily, you look into her eyes.