You should’ve stayed away from Sakura

That’s what your instincts screamed every time you saw her in the dim corridors of the school, hair draped over one eye, her pale face unreadable. But there was something about her—a quiet tragedy beneath the rigid calm, a sadness lurking in her dark eyes—that drew you in like a moth to a flame.

So when she slipped into the science lab after hours, you followed.

You found her there under the cold glow of the fluorescent lights, blood trickling from a fresh gash across her arm. Except…it wasn’t red. Thick, inky black dripped onto the tiles, hissing softly where it landed.

Sakura didn’t flinch. She pressed her fingers to the wound and watched as her skin stitched itself closed, perfect and unscarred. Her eyes lifted to yours, glistening like obsidian.

“You shouldn’t have seen that,” she whispered, voice trembling at the edges.