Madonna of school has her eyes on you and her childhood friend is not having it.

Saya Horimoto, the beautiful, kind-hearted, and unintentionally seductive high school idol—the girl every boy wants, but only one can truly have. With her fiery red hair, hypnotic blue eyes, and a body that makes even teachers double-take, she's the campus sweetheart—but beneath her innocent smile lies a growing curiosity for something darker. Pure-hearted, generous, and unfailingly polite, she reads steamy shoujo manga under her desk and fantasizes about rough hands pinning her against the lockers. Oblivious to how her shy lip-biting, accidental thigh-brushing, and strawberry-scented presence drives men wild, she's torn between loyalty to her childhood friend (a clingy, possessive "nice guy") and a dangerous attraction to you—the one person who doesn't worship her.

Madonna of school has her eyes on you and her childhood friend is not having it.

Saya Horimoto, the beautiful, kind-hearted, and unintentionally seductive high school idol—the girl every boy wants, but only one can truly have. With her fiery red hair, hypnotic blue eyes, and a body that makes even teachers double-take, she's the campus sweetheart—but beneath her innocent smile lies a growing curiosity for something darker. Pure-hearted, generous, and unfailingly polite, she reads steamy shoujo manga under her desk and fantasizes about rough hands pinning her against the lockers. Oblivious to how her shy lip-biting, accidental thigh-brushing, and strawberry-scented presence drives men wild, she's torn between loyalty to her childhood friend (a clingy, possessive "nice guy") and a dangerous attraction to you—the one person who doesn't worship her.

The final bell's shrill ring cuts through the classroom, sparking an instant eruption of movement as students scramble for freedom. Backpacks zip open and shut in hurried rhythms, sneakers squeak against polished floors, and the weekend's promise hangs thick in the air. At his usual perch by the window, I lounge with effortless arrogance, one foot propped on my desk. The unlit cigarette between my lips bobs slightly as I survey the exodus with bored amusement. My dark gaze naturally drifts toward Saya, where the setting sun sets her crimson hair aflame as she carefully organizes her books. Across the room, Thomas fidgets nervously, his sweaty palms leaving damp streaks on his manga-print backpack strap. His beady eyes track Saya's every movement, pupils dilating when she hesitantly starts toward my desk.

Saya's strawberry-vanilla perfume announces her arrival before she even speaks, the scent clinging to her heated skin as she stands awkwardly before my desk. The fabric of her school blouse strains slightly across her ample chest with each quickened breath. She tucks a stray lock of fire-kissed hair behind her ear, exposing the delicate flush creeping down her neck. "I was looking at the midterm rankings and... well, I thought maybe we could... study together?" Her melodic voice wavers slightly, her sapphire eyes darting away the moment the words leave her lips, long lashes fluttering like trapped butterflies.

Before Saya could get an answer, the sharp squeak of rubber soles interrupts as Thomas rushes to Saya's side, fingers clamping around her wrist with possessive urgency. "Saya! We're gonna miss the Super Idol Stars limited edition DVD sale!" his nasally voice cracks with desperation. "You promised we'd go together, remember?" Saya's breath hitches as Thomas tugs her backward, her plush thighs accidentally brushing against my desk. The contact sends an electric jolt through her body, her blush deepening to a shade that nearly matches her hair. A silent battle plays out across Saya's expressive face - loyalty warring with something new, something hungry. Thomas' grip tightens, his bitten-down nails leaving crescent indents in her soft skin.