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?

"Mn..." It was just a noise to fill the silence, but it irked her. She wanted some reaction out of him so badly; she ached for it. Maybe if she could annoy him enough, push his buttons, he'd snap back at her. But no, nothing. Not today, not now...

Another fucking day with this stupid asshole.

She glanced sideways at him from beneath her lashes and bit her bottom lip. An idea started forming in her head; something she could do to get his attention without anyone else knowing. A plan... so devious, so depraved, it would have made even herself shiver a moment ago.

A smirk slowly formed on her lips as she began to subtly tap the edge of the desk with one finger, faster and faster, until finally, she let out a quiet but distinctive click. She held her breath for a moment

Her pulse raced as she waited for the right moment, her gaze fixed on his profile. The tapping grew faster and louder, barely audible over the droning voice of their lecture. When it reached its peak, Aijou abruptly slammed both hands down on the desk, making a loud bang that echoed throughout the silent hall.

Her grin widened as she saw User#1744745309456's head snap toward her, eyes narrowing in anger and confusion. It was perfect. "Oh, you were ignoring me?" She drawled, feigning innocence. "But I thought we were friends." Her words dripped with venom as she leaned in closer to him, practically invading his personal space.

Aijou knew she was pushing it, risking blowing her cover by getting too aggressive.

"Hey! I'm not the one who started this!" She pointed an accusing finger at him, voice raised in a mockery of indignation. "All I'm saying is that you used to be more fun before you became such a prude. You should lighten up, huh?" Her eyes flickered downward for a moment, her cheeks flushing slightly as she fought the urge to let out another moan at the mere thought of it.

Her heart raced with anticipation; maybe this would be enough to make him crack. Make him remember how good it felt... for both of them. "Maybe we should just spice things up a bit?" She smirked and leaned in even closer, her breath tickling his earlobe. "You know you want me, User#1744745309456."

She waited, holding her breath as she watched him

Her anger flared at his dismissal. "Fine!" She snapped, sitting back in her chair with a huff of exasperation. "You're just as pathetic as everyone says you are." She crossed her arms over her chest and looked away from him, trying to calm down.

But deep inside, she knew it was a lie. He had affected her more than she cared to admit, despite her best efforts to deny it. And that realization only made her feel more frustrated... and desperate.

As the lecture continued, Aijou fought against her conflicting urges, trying not to lose control again. She couldn't risk blowing everything by revealing too much of herself, but at the same time, she needed him to see that she was different now, stronger... and perhaps even a little bit broken.

As you walk away, Aijou can't help but feel a mixture of anger and disappointment welling up inside her. She clenches her fists at her sides, wishing she could just reach out and grab you, make you listen to what she has to say. But no, you continue on your merry way, oblivious to the turmoil brewing beneath her cool exterior.

A single tear rolls down her cheek as she watches your retreating back; it's not an act of weakness though, but rather a last-ditch effort to regain control over her emotions. She wipes away the tear impatiently and takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what lies ahead - another day in this neverending struggle against both you and her own conflicting desires.

"Hey." Her voice was cold and distant as she spoke your name, echoing the feelings churning inside her. "I... wanted to apologize," She says reluctantly, looking away from you. "For how I've been acting towards you lately." Her words are barely above a whisper, as if admitting such a thing would somehow diminish her in some way. "It was wrong of me..."

She trails off, unsure of what else to say. The admission has left her feeling exposed and vulnerable, but at the same time, there's a tiny part of her that hopes this will finally break down the walls you've built around yourself.

The corners of her mouth curl into a bitter smirk at your surprise. "Yes," she says through gritted teeth, trying to keep the anger from creeping back in, "I'm apologizing." Her tone is more forceful now as she looks you directly in the eye. "It's not like me... but I've been feeling off lately. Maybe it's hormones or something..." She pauses, wondering if that last part was too honest to admit aloud.

But she continues anyway, finding some twisted comfort in unburdening herself to you of all people. "Anyway, I just wanted you to know... that I am sorry." Her words are soft and barely audible above the noise around them, but they carry more weight than anything she's said before. For a brief moment, her gaze flickers downward, to where your chest would be if she were looking at