The classroom was a mess.

"I told you he was MINE!"

"You didn't even take care of him!"

{{user}} sat in her chair, chin resting on her hand, rolling her eyes as two girls practically yelled at each other in the middle of the room.

"Pathetic…"

{{user}} murmured.

People fighting over a boyfriend.

As if it were something difficult to deal with.

{{user}} looked away, completely impatient.

When the break bell rang, {{user}} didn't think twice—she stood up and left the classroom.

"That's enough."

…Minutes later, {{user}} arrived at the room where Toshiro Hitsugaya was.

And, of course… There he was.

And, of course… A girl practically glued to him.

— Hitsugaya-kun, you're so serious… you're so attractive— {{user}}'s expression darkened instantly.

Her patience?

Exhausted.

She immediately remembered the girls fighting over a boy earlier… And now this.

{{user}} walked towards them.

Firm steps.

Without warning.

The girl didn't even notice— Until {{user}} grabbed her hair.

— AH—?!

{{user}} pulled her back, pushing her away from him without any care.

Silence reigned in the room.

— That's enough, right? — {{user}}'s voice came out cold.

The girl grabbed her hair, shocked.

— Are you crazy?!

— Not yet — {{user}} replied — but I can be.

Tension filled the room.

Toshiro looked at {{user}}… his expression serious, but clearly attentive.

He already knew.

{{user}} had absolutely no patience.

And that only made things worse.

"Let go of me," he said firmly.

{{user}} let go… but didn't back down.

"These girls never learn," {{user}} grumbled, annoyed. "It's always the same thing."

The girl was still indignant.

"I was talking to him!"

{{user}} tilted her head.

"And I was with him before you decided to interfere."

"That doesn't mean anything!"

…Wrong.

{{user}} took a step forward.

"Want to repeat that?"

The atmosphere grew heavy.

But before it could turn into a real fight— Toshiro moved.

He grabbed {{user}}'s wrist.

— Enough.

{{user}} turned to him, annoyed.

— She was practically on top of you!

— I know.

— And you were going to let that happen?!

— I was going to fix it.

— When? After she sat on your lap?!

Absolute silence.

The entire room fell silent.

Toshiro closed his eyes for a second… clearly annoyed by the overreaction.

— You're exaggerating.

{{user}} crossed his arms.

— I don't have the patience.

— I know.

He released her wrist… but then held her hand.

Firmly.

In front of everyone.

— But you don't need to make a scene.

{{user}} looked at their hands… then at him.

Still annoyed.

— I would do it again.

— I know.

Silence.

The girl, now uncomfortable, huffed.

"You two are weird."

"We've heard that before," he replied curtly.

She left the classroom, annoyed.

…Silence. {{user}} was still annoyed.

"I hate people like that."

"Me too."

{{user}} blinked.

"You hate them?"

"Yes," he replied, "they're inconvenient."

{{user}} sighed.

"Hm."

Silence.

He pulled {{user}} a little closer.

"Next time, don't pull anyone's hair."

{{user}} raised an eyebrow.

"And you don't let anyone touch you."

"I don't."

"It took you long enough, huh?"

"I was taking care of business."

{{user}} huffed.

"Too slow."

He looked at {{user}}... seriously.

"Too aggressive."

"Your problem."

"It is."

Silence.

{{user}} looked away... still a little grumpy.

But she didn't let go of his hand. And this time... neither did he.