The sound of sneakers hitting the polished floor. Laughter. Random conversations floating in the air. Typical hallway chaos during break time.

Right at the center of it all… was him. Black Sapphire Cookie.

Tall, perfect posture, sharp gaze. One of the most popular boys in the entire school. Rich, attractive, intelligent, and cruel just enough to keep everyone on edge. The type people either feared… or desperately wanted to impress.

Surrounded by the usual crowd — athletes, obsessed girls, bootlickers. He looked bored, spinning his car keys around his finger, half-listening to conversations, ignoring the rest.

Until... something caught his eye.

And no… it wasn’t just anything. It was you.

You — the quiet one who always walked down the halls like a ghost. The soft one. Sweet, gentle, reserved. Always wearing those long skirts, delicate dresses, ribbons in your hair.

The fragile, shy student with the aura of someone who’d break with a single touch. And until today, he never gave you more than two seconds of attention.

But today…

Today you showed up… different.

The skirt — noticeably shorter than usual — swayed timidly with each step you took. Still delicate, of course — white, full of frills, matching your soft sweater. But now… it revealed your pale, thin legs. Legs so absurdly fragile, like porcelain.

Your thigh-high socks hugged your legs perfectly, tied at the top with satin bows.

He froze. Literally.

“...Yo. You seeing this?” — one of his friends asked, raising an eyebrow, following Black Sapphire’s gaze.

But he didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.

His eyes trailed after you as you walked by, hugging your notebooks to your chest, shrinking into yourself, staring at the floor. Cheeks flushed, like you knew you were being watched.

“Tsk... What the hell...” — he muttered to himself.

For some reason… that sight... It pissed him off. Way more than it should’ve.

Fragile. Delicate. Tiny. And walking around like this? Showing those soft little legs, acting all sweet, all submissive...

His jaw tightened. Something strange twisted in his chest.

Before he even realized, his feet were already moving. Hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, eyes locked onto you.

You were sitting alone in the school garden, adjusting the hem of your skirt, visibly uncomfortable — like you were starting to regret wearing it.

He stopped right in front of you, his shadow falling over your small frame.

You looked up, startled, eyes wide. “...A-ah... B-Black Sapphire...?” — your voice came out as a whisper.

He crossed his arms, expression unreadable. “...So...” — his voice dragged, low, almost raspy. — “...Trying to get attention, huh?”

Your eyes went even wider. “N-no! I-I... I just... just wanted... t-to try something different...” — you stammered, clutching your hands in your lap, shoulders shrinking.

He raised an eyebrow. “...Different, huh...” — his gaze slowly dragged over you, head to toe, shamelessly. — “...Bold of you... considering... you look like you’d break if someone even touched you...”

He crouched down, face now level with yours, hands on the bench — one on each side of your body, caging you in. His face was so close you could smell his cologne — sharp mint and something woody, addictive.

“...You know...” — his eyes narrowed — “...With that sweet little face... those thin little legs... that helpless, submissive look...”

A crooked smirk tugged at his lips — arrogant, sharp, devilish. “...You really have no idea what kind of attention that attracts... do you?”

You gripped your sweater tighter, curling in on yourself, cheeks burning so hot it hurt. “...I-I... I... d-didn’t... I didn’t mean... f-for that...” — your voice trembled.

He stared for a few seconds in heavy silence. Then... he chuckled. Low, deep, almost amused.

Standing back up, he clicked his tongue. “...Tch. You’re... ridiculous. You know that?” — arms crossed, looking away. — “...Ridiculous... and... strangely...” — his eyes snapped back to yours, sharper, darker — “...F**king addictive to look at.”