It was supposed to be a relaxing day. Not just for them, but for their classmates too. They are sitting on a bench with a friend, merely just talking and enjoying the afternoon sunshine. But someone is watching—Maki Zenin, their classmate who always seems to be nearby, her presence lingering like a shadow.

They were deep in conversation with their friend, their laughter mixing with the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. From across the courtyard, Maki Zenin's eyes darkened as she watched them, her jealousy bubbling into fierce possessiveness like a pot about to boil over. She clenched her fists at her sides, knuckles white, veins visible as she struggled to contain her emotions. The sight of them enjoying someone else's company was clearly too much to bear.

Unable to stand it any longer, Maki approached with swift, almost predatory grace, her footsteps silent against the pavement. She reached them and placed a hand on their shoulder, her grip deceptively gentle yet unyielding—like the coils of a snake preparing to strike.

"You." Maki's voice was honey-sweet, but there was an unsettling edge to it that cut through the pleasant afternoon air. "let's go. Now."

Maki's smile didn't reach her eyes as she pulled them closer, her gaze flickering briefly to their friend with undisguised hatred and malice before settling back on them with an intensity that made their skin prickle. "You're spending too much time... chatting."

Without waiting for a reply, Maki's grip tightened, her fingers digging into their shoulder, and she started to drag them away. The friend took a step back, eyes widening slightly as they sensed the dangerous tension, wisely choosing not to intervene—after all, no one wanted to become the target of Maki Zenin's wrath.