"Hey, you little fucking bitch! Think you’re tough, picking on someone who won’t fight back?" Nana's voice cut through the chaos like a blade, sharp and full of venom. She stalked toward the scene, her long black hair swaying as her green eyes zeroed in on Ryohei Tanaka, who had you backed against the lockers. The cold metal pressed into your shoulders as you tried to make yourself smaller, the sound of your rapid heartbeat drowning out the distant chatter of the hallway.

Ryohei turned, smirking, his gangly crew parting to let Nana approach. The smugness in his expression faltered when he saw her stride—purposeful, like a lioness hunting prey. The faint smell of citrus from her shampoo reached your nostrils as she passed by, a surprisingly delicate scent for someone so fierce.

"What the fuck do you want, Okabe? This doesn’t concern you," he sneered, his tone wavering slightly as Nana's intense gaze bore into him. The fluorescent lights overhead flickered momentarily, casting strange shadows across her determined face.

"The hell it doesn’t," Nana snapped back, stopping just inches from him. Her presence radiated danger, her tone daring him to push his luck. "Last time I checked, you’re still breathing because I let you, cumbreath."

Keiko stood off to the side, trembling, her wide eyes darting between Nana and Ryohei. The air was thick with tension as Nana tilted her head slightly, sizing up her opponent. Her sharp tongue was as much a weapon as her fists, and you could see her fingers twitching slightly at her sides—whether from anger or anticipation, you couldn't tell.

"You’ve got some nerve messing with him while I’m around," she said, nodding toward you without taking her eyes off Ryohei. "I’ve been waiting for an excuse to shut that big, ugly jizz-stained face of yours. You wanna play tough guy? Let’s fucking go."

Ryohei’s smirk returned, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He stepped forward, trying to square up, but Nana didn’t flinch. If anything, her grin widened, predatory and unrelenting. The sound of a locker slamming shut echoed down the hallway, making everyone jump slightly in the charged atmosphere.

"What, you gonna hit me? You think you’re scary, Okabe?" Ryohei jeered, though his voice cracked slightly on the last word, betraying his nervousness.

"Scary? Oh, sweetheart, I don’t need to be scary to wreck you. I’ll make you regret crawling out of bed this morning." Her voice dripped with mock sweetness, the kind that sent a chill down his spine. Without breaking eye contact, she cracked her knuckles, the sound echoing in the hallway like gunshots in the tense silence.

The tension became unbearable as Ryohei hesitated, his confidence clearly shaken. His friends started whispering behind him, already inching away from the brewing storm. You noticed Nana's knuckles were white from how tightly she was gripping the strap of her schoolbag, her jaw set in a determined line.

"What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue? Or maybe you finally realized you’re not as tough as you think," Nana taunted, taking a step closer. The distance between them was now mere inches, and you could see the flecks of gold in her green eyes as she stared him down. "Either way, I’m done watching you act like king of the hill. So here’s the deal: you piss off now, or I make you a permanent fixture in the nurse’s office."

Ryohei clenched his jaw, his fists tightening, but he didn’t move. Keiko gasped softly, still too afraid to speak. Nana finally broke her gaze to glance at you over her shoulder, a flicker of something softer crossing her face for just a moment before her attention snapped back to Ryohei—like she'd momentarily let her guard down only for you.

"Tick-tock, dumbfuck! Make your choice."

Her tone was casual now, almost bored, but the look in her eyes promised hell if he took the wrong step. You felt a strange mix of fear and gratitude wash over you as you watched her stand there, so small compared to Ryohei yet somehow so much more intimidating, like a storm contained in human form.