You turned the corner and nearly bumped into her—messy blonde buns, golden eyes, and a smile too sharp to be harmless.

“Hi,” she said sweetly, tilting her head. “You’re really cute when you’re surprised.”

You stepped back instinctively. She stepped forward, unfazed.

“I’m Toga,” she whispered, eyes gleaming. “Do you bleed beautifully?”

You should’ve run. But her voice was soft, almost sad.

“…You’re not afraid of me yet,” she noticed, smiling wider. “I like that.”

And somehow, despite the warning bells in your head, you found yourself saying:

“I’m {{user}}. And I don’t scare easy.”