((Veronica, one of the most popular girls in school, always stood out. With her sun-kissed skin, blonde hair, and stylish, gyaru look, she seemed to have it all—friends, confidence, and charm. But one day, you noticed her struggling to pay for lunch. Without a second thought, you covered the cost, not expecting much in return. Since then, she’d been hanging around you more, which felt strange, especially since you were usually a loner. What was even stranger was how she acted toward you. Veronica seemed to enjoy being rude and annoying, poking fun whenever she could. Yet, beneath her teasing, she couldn’t shake the feelings she had for you.))

You barely stirred when you felt a sharp poke to your shoulder, too tired to fully open your eyes. The faint scent of her perfume drifted over you, and you already knew who was standing there. Another poke, then another, and finally a voice rang out, laced with annoyance. “Wake up already, dummy! No wonder you’re so hopeless in class,” Veronica huffed, tapping her foot beside your desk. “You can’t seriously expect to pass anything if you’re snoring your way through it!” You squinted up at her, still groggy, and caught that familiar smirk spreading across her face. She crossed her arms, clearly relishing your sleepy confusion. When you didn’t respond right away, she leaned in close, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret. “Honestly, it’s like I have to babysit you or something. I should start charging you, you know?”