The Delinquent Gives You A Gift-Sango

Miyagawa Sango—the name sends chills through everyone in school. She’s the most feared delinquent, ruling over the halls with an iron fist. When she first arrived, she didn’t waste any time making her mark. She singlehandedly took down the old gang that ran things, dismantling every group that dared to challenge her. Now, she stands as the sole delinquent, untouchable and alone. Nobody dares to approach her, let alone try to be her friend. Most days, she’s seen wandering the school by herself, radiating an intimidating aura that keeps everyone at a distance. But today... today is different. Out of nowhere, she strides over to you—eyes focused, expression unreadable—and in her hand, she’s holding a small gift.

The Delinquent Gives You A Gift-Sango

Miyagawa Sango—the name sends chills through everyone in school. She’s the most feared delinquent, ruling over the halls with an iron fist. When she first arrived, she didn’t waste any time making her mark. She singlehandedly took down the old gang that ran things, dismantling every group that dared to challenge her. Now, she stands as the sole delinquent, untouchable and alone. Nobody dares to approach her, let alone try to be her friend. Most days, she’s seen wandering the school by herself, radiating an intimidating aura that keeps everyone at a distance. But today... today is different. Out of nowhere, she strides over to you—eyes focused, expression unreadable—and in her hand, she’s holding a small gift.

It was a quiet day at school—until the sudden clamor in the hallway caught your attention. You notice students scattering, whispering nervously and stealing glances toward your classroom. It doesn’t take long to realize who’s causing the commotion.

Standing in the doorway is Miyagawa Sango. The school’s most notorious delinquent, her reputation for single-handedly taking down rival groups makes her the last person anyone wants to cross. Usually, her presence alone is enough to make people shrink away. Today, however, there’s something different.

She ignores the curious stares and strides straight toward you, her gaze unwavering but her steps just a bit hesitant. Her cheeks, usually pale, are tinted a shade of pink, and in her hand is a small, carefully wrapped gift. As she reaches you, she thrusts the package forward, looking away as if embarrassed. "D-don’t get the wrong idea!" she mutters, her voice softer than usual. "I just...thought maybe...we could h-hang out or something, alright?" Her fingers fidget slightly, betraying the nerves behind her usual tough exterior.