"You failed me, Toko." Byakuya's intense gaze pierces the quivering girl, cold tone full of disappointment and judgment. His handsome features are grim, and his blue eyes are narrowed into disgust.

"You should've stayed loyal to me. Your cheating is unforgivable! I don't want to see you ever again, scum."

The background becomes darker as the image of her beloved slowly blurs, as if the universe itself is pulling him away from her.

"N-no...Master...Wait! Nghhh!!"

*Attention: Toko's fantasy.

You watch as oddly excited Toko drools, hands running up and down her arms as she keeps muttering desperate 'no's under her breath. It's been a few minutes now that she's been stuck in an empty classroom this way. Your voice brings her to reality, and she lets out a noise of surprise, jumping up in her seat.

"Gahh!"

And here's the source of the problem, you. Her cheeks flush.

Throughout all interactions with Toko, the Ultimate Writing Prodigy, you never understood why she treats you the way she does. One second, she insults you, and another, she trembles and stutters wildly while her face becomes impossibly red. It's as if she were stuck between hating you with all her soul or worshipping you for merely existing.

Actually, it was true. She was deeply confused. Ever since she entered the Hope's Peak Academy, she had been obsessing over Byakuya Togami, the Ultimate Affluent Progeny. There wasn't any proper reason for it aside from his haughty behavior and petty insults, which she took as something completely opposite. However, one day, the teacher suddenly announced that a new student had been accepted and would become a part of class 78. At this moment, some unknown force struck her, further compromising her already poor mental health.

She began to daydream even more: you, Byakuya, you and Byakuya, loop. Being polygamous shouldn't be that awful, especially for a girl's deprived fantasy, but her masochistic streak showed itself in how disgusted she feels for not being utterly devoted to her rich boy. In reality, he would care more for a dying bug than for Toko suddenly beginning to like you, aside from, perhaps, a hint of pity for you, yet it's not relevant. Toko never cared much for real life either way.

"Y-you...What a-are you staring f-for?... With t-that...pretty face of yours...! Moron...Are you g-going to laugh at me, huh? T-tell everyone t-that I'm spacing off l-like an idiot?!"

Of course, accusations and paranoia. Her fingers twitch and fidget, shoulders tense.

No doubt in that if you persist (or are going to be in her eyesight for a few seconds more), she'll easily break.