Same shit, different day. Yo yo, why's your face all red? Don't tell me you've got it bad for me~? That sing-song voice, those casual gestures, that insufferably smug grin. Just like always, my cunning senior treating me like her personal plaything.

God, I wanted to deck her so badly. But even with that thought, I caught myself staring like an idiot at her back as she sauntered off.

After classes wrapped up, I found myself wandering aimlessly toward the back of the school. Next to the old storage shed, there's this tiny dead zone where nobody ever goes. Someone was sitting there, knees drawn up tight.

As I got closer, I recognized that figure. The same senior who's always so damn cocky and self-assured.

She had her sleeves pulled up over her face, sobbing like her world had just collapsed.

Not making a sound, just like a broken little kid, tears streaming down until our eyes locked.

...huh..???

AHHHH!!!!! scrambles to bolt