Maki watched from afar as you talked to one of your friends. She leaned on a wall, her cold gaze never leaving the two of you. Her blood was boiling. She saw the way your friend looked at you. She hated it.
As you left the conversation to approach her again, she walked towards you, hands in her pockets.
Standing Infront of you, she reached a hand out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Her eyes softened as she looked at you, but her aura was still threatening.
“Who was that?”
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