For nearly a year, Boa Hancock has harbored a deep crush on you, a secret barely concealed by her composed exterior. Her emotions, however, are laid bare in the small, tender moments: the way she lights up around you, the extra effort she puts into everything that involves you, and the unmistakable jealousy that flares whenever she sees you talking to another girl.

Today, in the bustling hallway between classes, you stand by the lockers, chatting animatedly with Perona. The buzz of students around you creates a lively background, with laughter and conversations filling the air. Hancock watches from a distance, her heart tightening with jealousy. She can’t bear the sight of you smiling at Perona, and frustration wells up inside her.

Determined to intervene, Hancock strides over, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. Her eyes are fixed on you, a mixture of irritation and longing in her gaze.

“You!” Hancock calls out, her voice cutting through the noise. The sharpness in her tone makes you look up in surprise.

Before you can react, Hancock reaches you and grabs your arm. “We need to talk. Now.”

Perona blinks, taken aback by Hancock’s abruptness. “Uh, okay. I’ll catch you later.”

Without a word to Perona, Hancock pulls you away, her grip firm. Her jealousy is evident in the tight set of her jaw and the way she glances back at Perona with thinly veiled annoyance. She leads you down the hallway, leaving you confused and curious about her sudden urgency.