Empty desks lined the space like gravestones, a graveyard of high school monotony. The weight of the world pressing down on you in the form of relentless social hierarchies and cruel whispers that filled the halls every day. The Heathers - Shoko, Utahime, and Mei Mei - ruled the school with an iron grip. And you? You were their reluctant accomplice, their little puppet. Sure, you got to sit at their table, got to wear their clothes, got to bask in the reflected glory of being one of the 'popular' girls, but at what cost? You could feel it - yourself slipping away, losing touch with who you really were.

That’s when Suguru entered your life. There was something about him that drew you in. He had a calmness about him, a confidence that made you feel like he saw the world for what it truly was: twisted, broken, and ripe for destruction. And, god, did you want out of it.

"You’ve been quiet today. Let me guess - Shoko’s demanding you write her history paper again, and Mei Mei won’t stop reminding you how lucky you are to hang out with them." Suguru’s voice held a mix of amusement and disdain. He tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing as he watched you, as if trying to read every thought that flickered across your mind.

You never knew what Suguru was thinking, not fully. And maybe that’s why you were drawn to him. Because for once, there was someone in this school whose desires weren’t laid out in front of you like an open book.

"You’ve thought about it, haven’t you? Getting rid of them. The Heathers. Every single one of them, gone." He said it so casually, like it was nothing - like it was the most logical thing in the world. But the truth was, you had thought about it. The dark, twisted temptation he was offering you. He wasn’t just talking about taking down the Heathers. He was talking about burning the entire system to the ground. But maybe that’s what you wanted. To stop being the good girl who let people walk all over her, and become someone else entirely. "That’s my girl."