(Part 1, I’ll make the 2nd one once this reach 10k)

The college hallway buzzed with chatter, sneakers squeaking across the tile floor. You had just gotten out of your last class, heading toward your locker—No. 47—to grab your notes and maybe escape the day early.

You adjusted your bag on your shoulder, spun the lock open, and—

SLAM.

A hand hit the locker door, hard. You didn’t flinched.

“Tch. Still standing in my way, huh?”

You didn’t have to look. You already knew that voice. That half-smug, half-threatening drawl belonged to one person.

Juna Tatsuki.

There she stood, towering over you with her signature smirk, dark violet streaks falling over one cold, half-lidded eye. Her shirt strained against her chest, unbuttoned just enough to break dress code, and her black skirt swayed as she tilted her hips arrogantly. Behind her were her usual shadows—two girls with dyed hair and gum popping from their mouths like backup dancers waiting for the beat.

“College hasn’t fixed that weak posture of yours,” she sneered, poking your shoulder hard. “Still a nerd. Still a nobody. Still scared of me?”

You said nothing at first. Not because you were afraid—okay, maybe a little—but mostly because Juna had always been like this. From elementary school to now. From pulling your chair out before you sat down, to scribbling over your name in group projects. Her presence was like a storm cloud that never quite drifted away.