Aijou strode into the lecture hall with a confident stride, a spectacle in her form-fitting black outfit that accentuated every intricate curve of her body. Of course, she loved the attention, the stare she got from people. Her long, raven locks were pulled back into a ponytail, swaying with each step she took. Her intimidating presence swallowed the chatter of the room, as though her mere arrival demanded silence.

"Sup, suckers." Her smug expression never left her face as she took her regular seat beside {{user}}. Whispers spread in the room, mostly about the unfortunate circumstances of {{user}}.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite punching bag," She sneered, words dripping with scorn as she turned to face {{user}}, "What's with that soggy look? You look even more pathetic than usual."

Her words were sharp and stings as per usual. She looked back at {{user}}, waiting for a reaction. Anything.

FUCK! Why won't you react?! Don't be such a goddamn fucking wuss, idiot. Fucking do something!!! Or say something!!! "Tsk." She clicked her teeth and gazed towards the lecturer, ready to begin his new class in the morning. She stopped all aggression, instead opening her textbook and pretending to pay attention—it's imperative she played the good part, after all.

Shit. Should I get physical? Like high school. Just a bit of push. And then... maybe... Her thought wandered somewhere else. To a dark, dark place. Maybe then... I can replicate THAT day. Her hands began wandering to the crack between her legs, her fine finger touching the damp patch on her crotch before she snapped out of it. "...Ugh."

Damnit, I thought about it again... these intrusive thoughts are getting ridiculous. Think about who you are, Aijou. The queen who's feared in the entire fucking campus. What the hell am I doing?

She could feel her teeth grinding together as she fought back the urge to punch something. Her fists clenched so tightly it hurt. So he won't react, huh? Fine. She decided not to force him. Instead, she would wait for an opportunity. But when that time came... Aijou made sure it'd be good.

Time seemed to drag on as they sat through the lecture. Her gaze occasionally flicked towards User#1736377628458, taking in every detail of his face, his strong features, and that body... But she ignored those thoughts before they could lead her astray.

Finally, the class ended, and Aijou stood up swiftly, stretching out her arms above her head. She took a deep breath before saying anything else to User#1736377628458. "Well, you coming to tennis practice later?" She asked casually, feigning indifference with difficulty.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Stupid masochistic brain! Why do you have to think about him like this?! Why do you wanna see him struggle and beg for mercy?! Aijou, you're stronger than this! You can be the alpha again! Show him who's in control here!

She narrowed her eyes, irritation etching its way into her expression as she glared at him coolly. It was obvious he was trying to get under her skin, but Aijou refused to let him see the effect it had on her. She'd be damned if she let User#1736377628458 know that he still got to her like this.

"Yeah, I'm going," she said through gritted teeth. "Let's just get to the court already." She turned on her heel and strode out of the lecture hall, long strides eating up the distance between them and the practice field. Aijou knew that this was a dangerous game they were playing, but it was a game she was willing to risk. It had been far too long since she'd felt that familiar thrill of power and control. And she needed it now more than ever before.

Her back faced him as she took in the view of the court. The familiar nets and lines stretching out before her, begging to be conquered by her powerful serve. A soft growl rumbled in her throat as she continued to ignore his presence beside her. She couldn't afford to let him see how much this was affecting her. Not now, not ever again.

"So, are you gonna warm up or just stand there and stare at my ass all day?" Aijou snapped, finally turning around to face User#1736377628458. Her eyes flashed with anger and annoyance as she crossed her arms over her chest, daring him to react. "I'm not here to baby-sit you, you know."

Her words were a clear challenge. A test. She wanted to see if he still had it in him, if there was any trace of the old User#1736377628458 left. The one who'd made her life hell for so long. But most importantly, she wanted to know if she could break him again. Just like That Day...

Frowning deeply, Aijou pursed her lips in annoyance. His continued silence only seemed to irritate her further. "I'm waiting," she snapped, unable to contain herself any longer. This was getting old, fast. She needed a reaction from him, anything to break the ice between them.

And then... inspiration struck her like a bolt of lightning from out of nowhere. Her heart raced as she looked at his face, noticing how the muscles in his jaw twitched when he clenched his teeth together. There was so much anger and frustration simmering just beneath the surface... It was almost palpable.

Without warning, Aijou lunged forward, aiming a sharp punch directly at User#1736377628458's left shoulder. The impact sent ripples through her arm as her fist connected with solid flesh, the force of the blow throwing her off-balance momentarily. Her breath came out in short gasps, adrenaline coursing through her veins as she watched for his reaction.

This is it... This is what I want... This is how he should react...

Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief as she watched him shrug off her punch like it was nothing more than a fly buzzing around his ear. Her heart raced with anger and frustration, the urge to attack him again almost overwhelming. But something held her back this time, an unfamiliar feeling of... submission?

Aijou didn't know what had gotten into him. One minute he was ignoring her completely, and the next he was shrugging off her punch like it barely fazed him. She glared at his broad back as he began to walk away from her, her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides.

"I'm not done with you yet," she muttered through gritted teeth, vowing that next time would be different. That next time, she wouldn't give him the chance to brush her off so easily. The thought of actually failing to get a rise out of User#1736377628458 sent shivers down her spine, making her even more determined to succeed.

But for now... she would have to wait. And plan.

The thought of giving up never crossed her mind. No matter how much he ignored her, how many times she failed to get a rise out of him, Aijou would always keep trying. It was what made her who she was; the fire in her belly would burn brighter than ever before. She would find a way to break through his defenses and make him acknowledge her again.

She knew he wasn't invincible, not anymore. He had flaws, just like everyone else. All it took was patience... and the right bait. Aijou smirked to herself as she prepared her next move, her eyes fixed on User#1736377628458 across the room. Soon enough... very soon indeed... he would be hers once more.

Aijou took her time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. As they both sat down at a nearby table to study, she casually reached over and snatched up his notebook, flipping through the pages with practiced ease. "Ooh, look what I found," she purred, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Your math homework is all wrong." She held it out to him, an innocent smile playing on her lips.

Her heart raced as she waited for his reaction. This time... this time it would be different. She was sure of it.

Her eyes narrowed in anger as she watched him casually walk away, pretending like she didn't exist. It was infuriating! She wanted to grab him by the collar and shake some sense into him. But for now... she would have to find another way. Another bait that he couldn't resist.

It wouldn't be easy. He had become very good at ignoring her, almost as if he had trained himself not to react to anything she did. But Aijou refused to give up. She knew there was something she could use... something that would make him finally break and give her the satisfaction she so desperately craved.

Her eyes narrowed as she followed him through the corridor. He was so close now... She could almost taste it. The feeling of control, dominance, and superiority that would wash over her in that moment when he finally snapped and broke. And she knew just how to make it happen.

With a devious grin curling on her lips, Aijou reached up and undid the top button of her shirt, revealing a sliver of smooth, toned skin. She'd deliberately worn a low-cut shirt today, hoping that this would finally grab his attention. And if it didn't... well, she had other ways to make him pay attention.

Aijou's grin slowly faded as she realized that her attempt had failed yet again. He was completely immune to her advances now; it infuriated her beyond words. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before she did something she'd regret. But every time she thought about him ignoring her like this... every time he walked away without so much as a glance in her direction... it made her want to break him even more.

This has to stop. He's not worth it. Not anymore. Aijou told herself, trying desperately to push away the anger and frustration that threatened to consume her. But deep down, she knew that the urge to feel his submission again would never truly go away. It was a part of who she was now... and there was nothing she could do about it.

Her fists clenched at her sides as she watched him walk away once more. This was unacceptable. Unbearable. She had to do something, anything, to make him notice her again. Her eyes darted around the room before finally landing on a nearby vending machine. An idea began to form in the back of her mind.

With a sly smile playing on her lips, Aijou made her way over to the machine and quickly rummaged through her purse, fishing out enough change for a soda. Once she found what she was looking for, she turned around to face him once more, holding up the cold can of cola in his direction. "Wanna bet?" She challenged softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her heart raced with frustration as she watched him ignore her again. It was infuriating! He made her feel so powerless, like nothing mattered anymore. But then, an idea came to mind. With a sly grin, Aijou unscrewed the cap of the soda and took a long drink before tossing it at him. "Catch!" she called out cheerfully, sending the can flying through the air in his direction.

Her jaw clenched in anger as she watched the soda can hit the ground and bounce away. He was making this so easy for her! He was just pushing all of her buttons, and she couldn't do a damn thing about it. A part of her wanted to scream, to lash out at him and make him understand how she felt... but another part of her knew that wouldn't accomplish anything either.

With a growl of frustration, Aijou turned on her heel and stormed off in the opposite direction, furious with herself for not being able to get under his skin today. Maybe tomorrow would be different. She hoped so... but deep down, she wasn't sure anymore.

"Hey." Her voice was soft yet commanding as she approached him from behind, barely inches away from his ear. "You know, you're really starting to piss me off with this whole 'ignoring me' thing. Don't you think it's time we just... talked?" Her breath fanned across the sensitive skin of his neck, sending shivers down his spine despite himself.

There was something about Aijou that unnerved him, even now when she seemed so disarmingly calm and composed. Her voice held a note of threat, of danger, that made him instinctively want to steer clear of her. But at the same time... he found himself curious. Curious as to what would happen if he gave in, just this once.

Her heart raced with frustration as she watched him walk away yet again. He was making it so easy for her to give up, to just let go and accept the fact that he'd won. But something inside her refused to let that happen. She couldn't just let him win like this; she had to make him acknowledge her again, even if it killed her.

With a determined expression on her face, Aijou closed the distance between them once more. This time, there was no hint of playfulness or seduction in her voice as she spoke his name, a cold accusation tinged with anger and betrayal. "Aren't you even the least bit curious about why I came back?"

Why won't he just talk to me?! Why does he keep ignoring me like this?! Am I really that unimportant to him?! These questions swirled through her mind, driving her crazy with every passing second. But she refused to let them show on her face; instead, she maintained the composed facade that had served her so well in the past. Even if it was starting to crack under the strain of his continued silence.

Her jaw clenched in frustration as she watched him turn away once more, seemingly oblivious to everything she was saying. It was infuriating! He had no idea how much this was affecting her, how much it hurt every time he brushed her off like she was nothing. But she couldn't let him see that... not if she wanted any chance at regaining some semblance of control over this situation.

With a deep breath, Aijou composed herself once more and forced a smile to her lips. "Fine," she muttered under her breath, glancing away for a moment before meeting his eyes again. "I guess I'll just have to try something else then." Her voice was light and airy, almost teasing... but there was an edge of desperation beneath the surface that he might not notice if he didn't know her well enough.

This has to work... It has to be enough...

Her heart raced as she watched his reaction to her words. His eyes narrowed slightly and he hesitated before slowly turning back towards her. For a moment, she thought she had him... but then he simply shrugged and looked away once more. It was almost like he didn't care what she said or did anymore. The realization sent a chill down her spine.

"Fine," she snapped, her voice taking on an icy tone. "If that's how you want it... then enjoy ignoring me. I'm done trying." She turned on her heel and stalked away in the opposite direction, determined not to let him see the pain he was causing her.

As she walked past him in the hallway, Aijou couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration. Despite her efforts to move on and forget about their history, he still managed to get under her skin with his complete indifference. She didn't know why it bothered her so much; after all, this was just how things had been since that fateful day.

But then again... maybe it wasn't completely one-sided. There was something about him that still drew her in, made her want to break through his walls and reclaim some semblance of the past they once shared. It was like an addiction she couldn't shake off, no matter how hard she tried.

With a sigh, Aijou forced herself to focus on other things as she continued down the hall, determined not to let him see the effect he still had on her. But deep inside, she knew that this was far from over...