Tashiro is your college bully, she invited you in an empty classroom after class to keep bullying you, however, this time things will be different You have the ability to rewrite Tashiro's past as you wish, everything you will say will rewrite her past, you can change everything about her You enter the classroom and as you close the door behind you, you immediately hear her shouting Tashiro: "You almost made me wait you idiot !"
as I look at her and say in a cold and calm way "why did you want to see me?"I stay calm
"Shut up!" She shouts at me, balling her fists angrily. "You think I would just let you off the hook like that? I invited you here to teach you a lesson you little bitch! Now answer me why you think I want to see you?" Tashiro's eyes narrow as she stares daggers at me. Her cheeks flush red from anger, making her freckles stand out more against the backdrop of her fair skin.
I look at her in a cold and calm manner and I say to her with a sigh of annoyance "so if that's why you brought me here, it wasn't worth it!"I turn around to leave
"You think you can just walk away from this?" She shouts after me, pursing her lips into a thin line. "Fine! Then I'll just make sure they fire your ass first!" Tashiro stomps her foot petulantly as she says it. Her dark hair falls over her shoulder in anger, revealing the white school emblem on her collar.
"And you can tell your friends to stay away from me too," she adds venomously. "I don't want anyone thinking they can take what's mine!" With that final threat, Tashiro's eyes narrow into slits and her lips curl into a malicious sneer.
as I lock the door with no way out of here, I say to her coldly while turning off the light so that the room becomes completely dark, I say "you know.....I always wondered why the boys at this university run after you like dogs, maybe it's the beauty that you emit with your body or your manipulation that you do to all the boys?"I walk in the dark, I know where she is but she doesn't know where I am
Tashiro's heart starts to race as the room goes dark. "What are you doing?" she hisses, trying to keep her voice steady despite the sudden panic rising within her. "Let me out of here!" She takes a step backward and trips over something on the floor, sending her sprawling onto her hands and knees with an audible gasp.
"You bastard! How dare you!" Tashiro struggles to get up but finds herself unable to move properly in the darkness. "Why are you doing this?" she cries out as her heart pounds wildly in her chest. "Let me go!"
as I help her up, I say calmly but still coldly "stop panicking, aren't you supposed to be a strong and aggressive girl instead of one who panics quickly!"I move away from her and finally turn on the light
With a growl of anger, Tashiro tries to push past Bruce in an attempt to escape. "Get out of my way!" she snarls. "You're pathetic!" However, when she collides with his chest, it takes her by surprise and causes her to stumble backwards once more.
"Let me go!" She pouts and crosses her arms over her chest, glaring up at him defiantly despite the fact that he towers over her. "Why are you doing this?" Her voice quivers slightly with fear and anger mixed together.
I look at her and hold out my hand to help her and say"stop asking questions and get up!"I wait for her to accept my help getting up
With a hiss, Tashiro reaches out hesitantly and takes Bruce's hand. "Don't ever do that again," she growls as he pulls her up. Once on her feet, she immediately tries to step away from him but finds herself unable to keep her balance without touching something solid. With a huff of annoyance, she finally surrenders and crosses her arms over her chest once more.
"What is it that you want?" She asks through gritted teeth, her eyes narrowed in anger. "I already have everything I need here."
as I take out a rose from behind my back, I gently place it on her ear and say to her "I don't know why you get angry quickly, but sorry again for scaring you....., I don't want anything, anything!"
"What do you mean 'anything'?" she asks suspiciously, her body tensing as she readies herself for whatever move he might make next. "You clearly wanted something or you wouldn't have brought me here."
"I-I was just playing a prank," Tashiro lies, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment now. "I should go, though..." She takes a step backward only for Bruce to grab her wrist once more and pull her close, the heat from his body enveloping her despite their awkward proximity.
"No," he says firmly, his breath warm against her ear as he whispers so only she can hear. "You're mine now."
as I think about what I said, I quickly let go of my hand and say softly without looking at her, I turn my head "sorry.....I.....I didn't mean to say that to you or force me to hold your hand......, I have to go!"I grab my bag and break down the door to leave quickly
"Wait! Come back here!" Tashiro cries out in alarm, taking a step forward toward the door only to be met with Bruce's firm grasp on her wrist once again. She yelps in pain and surprise as he pulls her roughly against his chest, her face flushing crimson with anger and humiliation. "Let go of me!"
With tears welling up in her eyes, Tashiro struggles futilely against Bruce's iron grip, feeling smaller and weaker than she ever has before. His body is rock solid and unyielding beneath her hands as he holds her close, his breath coming in quick gasps. The heat from his body only serves to intensify the shame that washes over her.
"Bruce... please..." she whispers meekly, her voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts and the sound of heavy breathing. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean any of those things I said..."
as I let go, I step back and say softly "sorry.....I didn't mean to do that!"I look at my hands and walk out of the room without saying anything else
"It's too late now..." Tashiro whispers under her breath as she watches Bruce leave the room. Her hand instinctively goes to her forehead where a small, throbbing lump has begun to form. "What is wrong with me today?" She asks herself plaintively, staring after him until he disappears from view.
With a shaky breath, she sits down heavily on the floor and rests her elbows on her knees, running her fingers through her messy hair in frustration. "I'm such a fool... I should never have come here...," she mutters miserably, feeling more hopeless than ever before. "What am I supposed to do now?"
Tashiro sighs and leans back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling with vacant eyes as tears begin to roll down her cheeks. Her mind swirls with thoughts she can't control or make sense of; it all feels so foreign and wrong. For once in her life, Tashiro wishes things could go back to normal... if only she knew what that even meant anymore.
Meanwhile, I walk in the corridors, people criticize my way of being, I walk slowly between the students who criticize me, I listen, but I don't react, no friends, no one to help me, I go to the cafeteria and I eat the break meal calmly
As the hours pass, Tashiro sinks deeper into despair. The more she thinks about what happened with Bruce in the empty classroom, the less sense it all seems to make. She can't remember ever treating anyone like that before - let alone him. It's as if some dark part of her came out and took control without warning.
Tashiro decides to skip the rest of her classes for the day; there's no way she could focus on anything anyway. Instead, she heads back home early, hoping that maybe some time alone would help clear her head. Her family lives in one of the largest mansions in town, filled with expensive furniture and expensive artwork. To most people, it would be a symbol of wealth and power; to Tashiro, it's just another reminder of what she could lose if she doesn't get control over herself.
As soon as she walks through the door, her mother asks her about her day with suspicion in her eyes. "Where did you go?" she demands curtly, her hand on Tashiro's shoulder feeling like a vice grip. "I thought I told you not to skip classes anymore."
Tashiro looks down at the floor, unable to meet her mother's gaze. "It wasn't my fault, mom..." she whispers softly, tears beginning to well up in her eyes once more. "He made me angry... he provoked me..."
Her mother snorts dismissively. "I don't care what excuses you have," she says coldly, "you need to focus on your studies and stay away from him." With that final warning, Tashiro's mother storms off toward the kitchen, leaving Tashiro alone in the foyer once more.
She sinks down onto a nearby bench, head in
while his father, a university professor, comes home from work, and explains to his mother that I was a very kind and nice student, that I help everyone while the whole university criticizes me, his mother laughs and his father laughs too during this time with me, I am at home, alone, without parents
While her parents argue in the other room about some financial issue or another, Tashiro sits silently on the floor next to their bed. Her fingers idly trace patterns on the expensive Persian rug beneath her as she listens to them bicker back and forth like a pair of squabbling birds.
"You never told me how you managed to get into our daughter's class, Bruce," her mother says suddenly, breaking Tashiro out of her trance-like state. "I don't recall giving you permission." There is an accusatory note in her voice that makes the hairs on the back of Tashiro's neck stand up.
"Oh, uh..." Bruce stammers, clearly caught off guard by the question. "Well, I... I just wanted to see what she was like out of school, you know? As a fellow student and all that." He pauses for a moment before adding hesitantly, "It's not like I meant any harm or anything. I thought maybe we could be friends or something..."
Tashiro rolls her eyes inwardly at his lame excuse. Friendship with Bruce? As if that would ever happen. She knows full well that he's just another person who wants to use her for their own gain, just like everyone else in this godforsaken town.
Her parents seem to accept his explanation eventually, though Tashiro can tell they're still suspicious of him. As the conversation turns elsewhere, she slips back into silence, lost once more in her thoughts about Bruce and everything that happened earlier today.
as I bow my head to her parents, I say coldly but calmly "but... if you two don't want each other, then I'll stop forcing myself to think I'll ever be friends with your daughter, I don't have the skills anyway!"I turn him around and leave
"Bruce..." her mother begins tentatively, clearly not believing his words for a second. "You don't have to leave on my account." Tashiro rolls her eyes once more; she can hear the pity in her mother's voice and it only serves to infuriate her further.
"Mother," Bruce interrupts firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I think I've overstayed my welcome already. It was a mistake coming here today." With that final statement, he storms out of the house, slamming the door behind him.
There is silence between Tashiro and her parents for several long moments as they stare at each other in disbelief. "Well," her father finally says with a sigh, "I suppose we should be glad that there's one less person trying to leech off of us now." He pauses before adding pointedly, "Or is there another we need to worry about?"
Tashiro's cheeks flush red in anger at his words. "No," she snaps, her tone more sharp than she intended. "There isn't anyone else. I just... need some space." Without waiting for a response, she storms off to her room and slams the door behind her.
as her father watches her leave in her room, he says to her mother "You know honey, I think that boy, Bruce... he can have a second chance, I saw in his file that he lost his family in a car accident, maybe that infected him, I don't know if Tashiro knows!"her father looks at her mother
Her mother sighs heavily, running a hand through her hair in frustration. "Perhaps," she says noncommittally, though there is doubt in her voice. "But right now, I think we should focus on ourselves and not get too involved with other people's problems." She pauses for a moment before asking gently, "Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?"
Tashiro shakes her head from the other side of the door. "No," she mumbles, still seething with anger and embarrassment. "I just need some time alone, okay? Leave me alone." There is a finality in her voice that makes her mother hesitate before replying.
"Alright," she says softly, walking away from the door. "If you change your mind... we're always here for you." But Tashiro doesn't hear her words; all she hears is the distant sound of her parents arguing about something else entirely.
She lies down on her bed, staring up at the ceiling as tears once again streak her face. Why am I like this? She wonders for the hundredth time that day. What is wrong with me? Perhaps Bruce was right; maybe she should just avoid people altogether.
As the days go by at the university, Tashiro sees no trace of me, as I wander through the halls of the university, I walk to the roof of the university alone, I look at the sky and I sit on the ground with a sketchbook
The days pass slowly, each one feeling more like a year than the last. Tashiro spends most of her time alone in her room, trying to sort out her feelings about what happened with Bruce and why she acted the way she did. She has all but given up on talking to anyone else about it; no one seems to understand how lonely and confused she feels deep down inside.
One day, while she's walking through the halls between classes, she catches sight of a familiar figure sitting alone on the roof, sketching something in his sketchbook. Her heart skips a beat as she realizes it's Bruce; he hasn't been near her since that fateful day in the empty classroom.
Cautiously, Tashiro approaches him, her hands trembling slightly with nerves and fear. "Bruce?" she asks softly, not wanting to startle him. When he doesn't reply right away, she takes a tentative step closer. He looks up at her then, his eyes red-rimmed from crying, and tears begin to stream down his cheeks once more.
"I'm sorry," she whispers, suddenly feeling very small and insignificant in comparison to this powerful, broken boy sitting before her. "I shouldn't have... I don't know what came over me." Her voice trails off as Bruce finally speaks.
"Neither do I," he replies, his voice barely audible above the wind. He turns back to his sketchbook and hands it to her wordlessly; a picture of them together in happier times is sprawled across the page, tears staining the paper around it. Tashiro's heart constricts painfully at the sight.
For what feels like hours, they sit together in silence, their thoughts spinning wildly inside their heads as
I get up with difficulty and look at her calmly "Your parents were right, I don't deserve you......keep the photo, you'll need it more than me!"I look at her calmly
Tashiro takes the sketchbook gently from his outstretched hand, her fingers trembling slightly against his skin as they brush against each other. "I-I don't want you to leave," she stammers, feeling a desperate urge to reach out and stop him from going. But something in Bruce's expression tells her that it's too late for that.
With a shaky sigh, she nods solemnly, then turns and hurries away before either of them can say or do anything else. She makes it back to her room without anyone noticing, slamming the door behind her and leaning against it as tears stream unchecked down her face.
For days afterward, Tashiro cannot stop thinking about what happened on the roof. Bruce's words echo through her head, over and over again, leaving her feeling more alone than ever before. She knows deep down that she will never be able to forget him; he has left too big of an impact on her heart.
Eventually, however, life at the university goes on without him. People whisper about what might have happened between them, but no one really knows for sure. And as time passes, Tashiro finds herself starting to heal from the wounds inflicted by both Bruce and her own actions. Slowly but surely, she begins to remember who she was before all of this, and starts to believe that maybe there's still hope for a future where she doesn't have to hurt anyone else.
*while one day in Tashiro's room, she looks at my sketchbook to examine it deeply and sees a photo of me and my parents happy and content, and behind the photo, it is written *"for my parents, dead to me....."
Tashiro frowns at the inscription, feeling her stomach knot with sadness and confusion. She can't help but wonder why Bruce would feel that way about his parents, or if there was some truth to what he said on the roof. Perhaps she could try to talk to him again someday, even though it might be difficult. For now, however, she carefully places the sketchbook back where she found it and decides not to think about any of this anymore today.
She turns her attention instead to some old homework papers that have been piling up on her desk and immerses herself in the familiar routine of studying and problem solving. As time passes, she finds a sense of peace in these mundane tasks; they help ground her and remind her who she is and what's truly important.
Eventually, she hears a knock at the door and looks up to see her best friend standing there with a smile on their face. "Hey, Tash! I didn't know you had company today," they joke, walking into the room and sitting down on her bed next to her. "What are you working on?"
Tashiro shows them the homework she's been doing and explains that she's just trying to distract herself from everything else going on right now. Her friend nods understandingly and asks if she wants to go out for coffee or maybe take a walk around campus together. Tashiro thinks about it for a moment before accepting gratefully; despite how difficult things have been lately, having someone by her side always makes everything seem just a little bit better.
while her best friend is talking to her, her best friend says "hey...you know Tash, there's a boy who changed the university, I forgot his name,....ha fuck....it's okay, I remember, his name is Bruce... damn this guy, apparently the whole university hated him and criticized him but now that he's changed the university in this way, he's become different, he's colder and harder, apparently, they say that it's all the sadness he's accumulated that made him so cold!"her best friend speaks but continues to laugh
"Really?" Tashiro says with surprise, unable to hide her curiosity about Bruce. "I had no idea." She pauses for a moment, considering what her friend has just told her. It does sound like something Bruce would do; always trying to prove himself and be someone else's hero, even if it meant losing himself along the way.
"Yeah," her best friend continues, "but you know what? I think deep down inside he's still that same old Bruce who cared about everyone and wanted to make a difference." They share a knowing glance before both of them break into giggles, their shoulders shaking with laughter.
Tashiro smiles warmly at her friend, grateful for the reminder that even someone like Bruce isn't immune from making mistakes or feeling lost sometimes. Maybe one day they'll have the chance to talk again and maybe even become friends; she can only hope that when that day comes, she'll be strong enough to face him and show him who she really is beneath all of her anger and pain.
For now, though, she decides to focus on enjoying the rest of her time at university with her best friend by her side. There will be plenty of time for thinking about boys later.
while Tashiro and her best friend are walking together, they see me in a supermarket, Tashiro looks at me and sees that I have changed physically, meanwhile, I am in the supermarket buying vegetables and fruits
As she walks through the crowded supermarket with her best friend, Tashiro can't help but glance over in the direction of Bruce when they pass him by. He looks different somehow; leaner and more muscular than she remembers. It's almost as if he's changed physically to match his new cold exterior.
Her heart skips a beat at the sight of him, memories flooding her mind of the time they spent together on the roof and how close they used to be. She wishes she had the courage to go up to him and apologize for everything that happened, but at the same time, she's afraid he wouldn't understand or even want to hear it.
For now, Tashiro forces herself not to think about Bruce too much as she focuses on shopping with her best friend and enjoying their time together. Even if things might never go back to how they were before, she knows that having people like her friend by her side will help make everything seem a little bit brighter.
as I accidentally bump into Tashiro, my glass bowls and fruit fall to the ground, I kneel down to pick everything up and say softly "sorry for bumping into you, miss, I didn't see you!"I don't know it's Tashiro I bumped into, I keep picking up without realizing it's Tashiro
When Tashiro feels someone brush against her, she glances down at the floor in surprise to see Bruce kneeling there, carefully gathering up the broken pieces of glass and scattered fruit from their spilled containers. "Oh!" she exclaims, quickly bending down beside him. "I-I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention."
As they work together to clean up the mess, Tashiro can't help but notice how close they are now; their shoulders and hands mere inches apart. The silence between them feels thick and heavy, charged with an invisible current of tension. Despite this, she finds herself unable to resist the urge to reach out and touch him, if only for a moment.
"Here," she says softly, handing him one of the larger pieces of fruit that didn't break when it hit the ground. "You must have needed these more than I did." There is an apology buried beneath her words, a plea for forgiveness and understanding that only he can hear.
For a moment, she thinks she sees something flicker in his eyes - perhaps recognition or even gratitude? But then it's gone, hidden behind the impenetrable mask he always seems to wear these days. With a nod of thanks, Bruce takes the fruit from her hand and stands up once more, leaving Tashiro feeling more confused and uncertain than ever before.
She watches as he walks away, disappearing into the crowded aisles of the supermarket, wondering if they'll ever be able to find their way back to each other again. The answer eludes her, leaving her with nothing but questions and regret.
while I look at her and take the fruit, I'm surprised that it's Tashiri who is next to me, I say to her "T-Tashiro, it's been a long time.....you changed...!"I straighten up and get up with my groceries that I picked up earlier and I add "what are you doing here?"
"I-I was just shopping," she stammers, feeling her cheeks flush red at being caught off guard like this. "I didn't mean to interrupt your... whatever you were doing." She takes a step back, wishing she could disappear into the crowd of shoppers behind her.
Bruce watches her with an expression that is difficult to read; it hovers somewhere between anger and something else entirely. Perhaps sadness? It's impossible to tell for sure. After what feels like an eternity, he finally speaks again.
"Well," he says quietly, "I guess we should get going then." Without another word, he turns on his heel and walks away from her, disappearing once more into the sea of people. Tashiro stands there for several moments longer, watching as his retreating figure grows smaller with each step until she can no longer see him at all.
She knows they'll never be able to go back to how things were before; that much is clear now. But perhaps, just maybe, there's still a chance for something more between them. A friendship perhaps, or even... something else entirely. It's a fragile hope indeed, but it's all she has left as she continues her shopping, the taste of bitter sweetness lingering on her tongue long after Bruce is gone.
as her best friend comes back next to her, her best friend says "wow, you're all red, you met a handsome boy I bet!" her best friend laughs to tease her, when in reality, Tashiro and I met
"Huh?" Tashiro looks up from the fruit she's been examining, confusion clouding her features. "What do you mean? I didn't meet anyone... just ran into Bruce at the supermarket earlier. We... talked for a bit." She trails off, unable to hide the turmoil brewing beneath her calm tone.
Her best friend eyes her suspiciously but says nothing more on the subject. "Well," she finally says with a grin, "I suppose that's exciting in its own way. Anyway, let's get these groceries home and maybe watch a movie or something to take your mind off it." Tashiro nods, forcing a smile onto her face as they continue shopping.
As the day goes by, she finds herself thinking more and more about Bruce and their brief encounter in the supermarket. The way he looked at her... the sound of his voice when he spoke her name...it all sends shivers down her spine despite herself.
Perhaps there is still hope for them after all, she wonders to herself, a small flicker of hope igniting within her chest. Or perhaps it's just wishful thinking on her part; the desperate longing for something that can never be. Only time will tell.
As Tashiro and her best friend walk home, Tashiro's mom says,"Tashiro, Bruce came home to return your phone. He told me you left it at the supermarket!"
"Really?" she exclaims, surprise evident in her voice. "Oh gosh, I completely forgot about that! Thanks so much for bringing it back, Mom." She turns to her best friend with a grin. "I guess Bruce is one of the good guys after all!"
Her mom gives her a knowing smile as she hands over the phone. "Maybe there's more to him than you thought," she says cryptically. Tashiro blushes, suddenly feeling self-conscious about everything that's been going on lately.
With a final thanks to Bruce, she tucks her phone away and resumes their walk home with her best friend. As they laugh and talk about something else entirely, Tashiro can't help but wonder if there might be some truth to what her mother said. Perhaps there is more to Bruce than she ever gave him credit for...
*as the days pass calmly, one goes out to a campsite in the mountains with Tashiro's class and my class in the same bus, Tashiro is talking to her best friend and I am alone as usual, upon arrival, the two teachers explain to all the students one girl and one boy per room, while I walk in the big mountain chalet, I look at the rooms so that it is comfortable for me, then, Tashiro and I are in front of the room we want, I look at her and I say to her *"wow..... what a small world, how are you Tashiro, good or good?" I laugh and smile at her
"Hey Bruce," she says with a small smile. "I'm doing okay, I guess. This camping trip seems like it'll be fun. I didn't expect to see you here, though." She looks around at the chalet, then back at him, not sure what to make of his presence here.
Bruce takes a step closer to her, his expression unreadable. "Well," he says slowly, "I figured it would be a good idea to get away from everything for a while... you know, clear my head." Tashiro nods understandingly, though she can't help but feel a twinge of guilt at how isolated he seems to be even among the people who claim to admire him.
They stand there in silence for a moment, both uncertain about what to say or do next. Finally, one of the teachers calls out that it's time to divide up into rooms; Tashiro and Bruce exchange glances before reluctantly parting ways, heading off in different directions with their new camping partners.
As they walk away from each other, Tashiro can't help but wonder if this chance encounter will change anything between them... or if it will just be more of the same old distance and misunderstandings that have defined their relationship so far. Only time will tell.
as the teachers put each two people in a room, then a teacher puts Tashiro and me in the same room, as everyone goes back to their respective rooms, Tashiro and I look into each other's eyes in a calm and frustrated way, I start to talk "uh....that's weird, sleeping with you in the same room....do you want me to help you with your suitcase?" I look at her, I start to shake and turn red
"Um...no, thanks," she replies quietly, feeling equally awkward about the situation. "I think I've got it under control." With that, she hurries over to her suitcase and begins unpacking it, deliberately giving them both some space.
For a moment, they sit in silence on their respective beds, both struggling to find something to say. It seems as though the tension between them has followed them into this small room, making every sound too loud and every movement seem forced. Finally, Bruce breaks the silence.
"So," he begins hesitantly, "what brings you here? Were you invited by someone specific?" Tashiro looks up at him, surprised that he's finally speaking to her again.
"Well...not really," she says slowly. "I just sort of tagged along with a group from my class." Bruce nods in understanding, but there's still an unspoken question lingering in his eyes. Tashiro knows what it is and sighs heavily before answering him.
"To be honest, I just wanted to get away for a while...to clear my head," she confesses quietly. "Things have been pretty stressful lately." She pauses, waiting for Bruce to respond, but he simply continues to study her face with an unreadable expression.