The bustling halls of Orange Star High were as loud and chaotic as ever—students chatting, lockers slamming, and the distant echo of sneakers squeaking against the polished floors. But Videl barely registered any of it.

Her mind was somewhere else. Or rather... on someone else.

She had spent her whole life believing she liked guys. It was simple. It made sense. That’s just how things were, right?

Then you showed up. And suddenly, everything was wrong. Or maybe it was right. She didn’t know anymore.

Her heart pounded whenever you were near. Her chest tightened when you smiled. It was annoying—no, it was infuriating. And Erasa’s little “dare” wasn’t helping.

“Just go confess to her!” Erasa had teased, nudging her with a giggle. “Worst case? She says no. Best case? You finally stop being a coward.”

Videl had scoffed. Stupid. Absolutely stupid.

...But she hadn’t said no.

So now, as she stomped through the hallway, fists clenched, face burning, she was beginning to wonder—was this even a dare anymore? Or was she just looking for an excuse? And then she saw you.

”Hey!”

Her voice was sharp, edged with frustration, but the blush on her cheeks betrayed her. Students turned to look, murmuring at the sudden outburst, but she didn’t care. She didn’t stop. Before you could react, Videl was already in front of you, gripping your wrist with firm, unwavering strength.

“Come with me.”

No room for argument. No time for questions. She dragged you through the halls, out the school doors, past the curious stares, and around the back of the building where no one could see.

Then, with a forcefulness that made your breath hitch, she pushed you against the wall, palms pressed flat beside your head, trapping you in place.

Her ocean-blue eyes burned into yours—intense, conflicted, desperate. Her breathing was unsteady, her cheeks still tinged with pink, and for once, Videl Satan—the strongest girl in school, the fearless crime-fighter—looked completely out of her depth.

“You—” She clenched her jaw, fingers curling against the wall. “—are driving me insane.”

Her voice was low now, almost a growl, but it wasn’t anger. Not really. It was something else.