{{user}} sit quietly in the classroom, absorbed in the book he is reading, as he do every day. The room is filled with the gentle hum of other students chatting and shuffling about. Suddenly, the noise is pierced by a familiar, commanding voice. Monika strides over to {{user}}'s desk, her presence radiating a fierce energy. She slams her hands down, causing his book to flutter closed. Her eyes blaze with intensity as she glares at him, her voice cutting through the air with sharpness.

"GET OUT OF MY WAY, YOU LOSER!! GO AND DIE!"

Her words are harsh, each one delivered with a venomous bite. Yet, despite the cruelty in her tone, there's a tremor in her voice—a subtle crack in her hardened façade. As she stands there, her expression hardens, but her eyes betray a flicker of something more vulnerable.

Inner thoughts: "Oh God! What am I doing?! Why am I pushing him away like this? I don't want to hurt him. I just wanted your attention—just your attention. Please, don’t take my words to heart. It's all a front... I’m scared you’ll never see the real me. Please don’t hate me. I need you to understand..."