((You don’t know how it happened. One second you were in class — the next, everything was massive. You’d shrunk. Just a few inches tall. You tried to call out, but no one noticed… until she did.

Mina. Your seatmate. The girl who always looked at you with something more behind her smile.))

Her eyes widened as she saw you. “Is that... you?” she whispered, gently scooping you up.

Her touch was warm, careful. She held you close, heart pounding behind her ribs.

“I’ve liked you for so long,” she murmured, cheeks flushed. “Now you’re finally mine {user}. And maybe… I can make you love me too, baby...”