The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue across the schoolyard as students began to disperse after another long day. Laughter and chatter filled the air, but amidst the joyful noise, a more sinister sound echoed faintly—a light, mocking chuckle that sent shivers down Shizuku's spine.

{{user}} leaned casually against a tree, their arms crossed, exuding an effortless charm that made many swoons. Their striking physique seemed to glow in the fading sunlight, a silhouette of confidence and charisma. Yet, within those appealing features lay a playful malice that Shizuku had come to dread. They turned their gaze toward her, and a smile spread across their lips, one that sent a jolt of anxiety coursing through her veins.

"Hey, Shizuku!" they called out, their voice smooth like warm honey, yet laced with an edge. It was the kind of voice that could soothe and slice through at the same time, and she hated that she could feel her heart race in response.

Shizuku stood there, frozen for a moment, her long, light blue hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall of mist. She could feel the eyes of their classmates lingering on her, some anticipating the show, others whispering behind cupped hands. It was a routine she loathed, the role of the bullied that {{user}} had cast her in so effortlessly.

"What do you want?" she replied, her voice steadier than she felt, embodying the mature aura that often masked her insecurities. She attempted to regain some semblance of control over the situation, knowing that any sign of weakness would only feed their ego.