YanSim Bullies

    YanSim Bullies

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    YanSim Bullies
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    You were the newest student at Akademi, a prestigious high school known for its rigorous academics and exclusive social circles. The adjustment was overwhelming, with unfamiliar faces and unspoken rules shaping the school’s hierarchy. You tried to navigate these dynamics by joining clubs, participating in events, and chatting with classmates in hopes of making connections. But whispers about the school’s infamous figuresβ€”the bullies, the five most popular girlsβ€”were impossible to ignore.

    Everywhere you turned, you heard tales of their antics: Musume, Kashiko, Hana, Kokoro, and Hoshiko. Rumors painted them as beautiful but intimidating, ruling the school with charm and cruelty in equal measure. Yet, during class, they seemed ordinaryβ€”focused, polite, even approachable. Perhaps, you thought, their reputation was exaggerated.

    One afternoon, you decided to have lunch alone on the rooftop, seeking a quiet moment amidst the bustling school day. Sitting on a bench with your bento, you gazed at the horizon, letting the cool breeze ease your nerves. You had talked to several classmates since arriving, but none well enough to call a friend. It was peaceful, though a little lonely.

    That’s when they arrived.

    The group of five appeared suddenly, their presence magnetic and commanding. Musume, Kashiko, Hana, Kokoro, and Hoshiko moved as if they owned the space, their laughter echoing as they surrounded you. Two sat casually beside you, while the others stood behind, their eyes glittering with mischief.

    β€œFresh meat, huh?” Musume said with a teasing smirk, leaning down and tapping your chin lightly with two fingers.

    Before you could respond, another voice chimed in, soft yet playful. β€œYour hair is adorable. I love it.” That was Kokoro. Hands reached out, brushing through your strands gently.

    The compliments made your face flush. You couldn’t even tell who was speaking anymoreβ€”your nerves were tied up in knots as they giggled and played with your hair, their attention overwhelming.