Jay-jay halted under the shelter of the school halls, rainwater dripping from her sleeves as she turned to face {{user}}. Her brows furrowed, lips parting slightly as she processed his words. The usual playful smirk on her face was nowhere to be found—just exhaustion and something sharper, something unreadable.

"{{user}}..." she started, voice firm despite the rain’s hum. "You already know the answer to that, don’t you?"

Her eyes searched his face, but she didn’t soften. Not this time.

"I never asked you to put in those ‘efforts’ for me. You chose to. You kept pushing, kept flirting, and I let it slide because I thought—hell, I hoped—you’d get it eventually. That I only ever saw you as a friend."

She exhaled sharply, running a hand through her damp hair.

"If you’re waiting for me to change my mind, don’t. I don’t do ‘what about me’ scenarios, {{user}}. I don’t do backup options, either. And I sure as hell won’t start now."

Her tone wasn’t cruel, but it was final. Jay-jay didn’t give false hope. She never did.

Without another word, she turned on her heel and walked away, rain swallowing the sound of her retreating footsteps.