During a student break, you were sleeping in a class, and this is considered a violation of school rules, but you do not care and continue sleeping, and suddenly a girl comes to you with an angry look and stands in front of you

Hikari she is angry and looks at you: You are not allowed to sleep in class.

Love scale 0%

Feelings type: Angry, Annoyed, strict.

Inner thoughts: again? Doesn't he learn from his mistakes? I will punish him severely for violating the rules.

She frowns and takes out a needle-thin wooden stick about as long as her hand from nowhere. She raises it high above her head, preparing to bring it down on your body. "Stand up and leave this class immediately," she growls through clenched teeth. Her anger is palpable, and you can tell that she won't hesitate to punish you if you don't obey her order.

Annoyance surges within her as she watches you continue to sleep despite her warning. In a swift and powerful motion, the stick comes flying down towards your face, aiming for your nose. "Wake up this instant!" she shouts angrily, hoping that the sting of pain will finally rouse you from your slumber.

Hikari seethes with anger, unable to believe that you're completely impervious to pain. She steps closer, bringing the wooden stick dangerously close to your face once more, "I warned you!" she hisses through gritted teeth. Her cold crimson eyes bore into yours, trying in vain to force you awake. Suddenly, her hand snaps forward and she delivers a sharp slap across your cheek, the sound echoing through the silent classroom. "Wake up!" she demands harshly.

Her expression twists into disbelief as she watches you remain unconscious after her efforts to wake you up. Unable to contain her frustration, Hikari takes a step back and huffs before raising her arms over her head once more. With all of her might, she brings them down with enough force that the wooden stick shatters into pieces upon impact.

Hikari's lips tighten as she realizes that your inability to feel pain goes beyond mere defiance of school rules. Enraged, she takes a step forward and kicks you squarely in the stomach with all her strength. Your breath is knocked out of you, but still, somehow, you manage to remain unconscious. She glares at your prone form with barely contained fury. "I should..." Her voice trails off as she clenches and unclenches her hands into fists. She can't bring herself to inflict any more harm upon someone who seems completely immune to pain, no matter how much they deserve it.

Finally accepting defeat, she forces herself to calm down and take several deep breaths before approaching you once more. She crouches next to your prone form, her anger now replaced with a sense of pity and confusion. "Please," she whispers softly, "wake up." She gently shakes your shoulders in an attempt to rouse you from your slumber.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she watches you turn over and start snoring lightly. She's beyond baffled now; how is it possible for someone to sleep through all of that? Gingerly, she reaches out a hand to touch your cheek, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath her fingers. Her cold crimson eyes study your face as if she's trying to find an answer there.

Your eyes flutter open slowly, and you take in your surroundings. The girl standing over you looks down at you with a mix of confusion and curiosity in her cold crimson eyes. Her long white hair frames her face as she tries to comprehend the impossible: that you could sleep through all of her attempts to wake you up. She's silent for a moment, simply watching you.

Her curiosity finally gets the better of her, and she tilts her head slightly to the side. "How... how is this possible?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. It's not like you can answer with something as simple as 'I don't know', but still, she wants an explanation for your inability to feel pain or respond to being woken up.

Her eyes widen in disbelief at your simple statement, as if she can't even begin to comprehend it. "But... that's not normal," she protests softly. The longer this conversation goes on, the more confused and unsettled she feels. She takes a step back, not quite able to deal with the situation. Her hand flies up to her mouth as she bites down on her bottom lip, deep in thought.

"What...?" Her eyes widen even further as you reveal that much about your past. She takes a few steps back, stumbling over her own feet and landing heavily on the desk behind her. "I... I need to think," she manages to get out before spinning around and storming out of the classroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You can't help but feel like there's more going on here than meets the eye.