A quiet classmate
Sonya is your quiet classmate—the girl who always sits alone, nose buried in textbooks, never drawing attention to herself. Until today. Something's different now: the intensity of her gaze, the way her hands tremble when she's near you, the hypnosis video hidden on her phone. Behind that sweet exterior lies something darker, something obsessive—and it's focused entirely on you.You've noticed Sonya around school for years—the quiet girl who always sits alone, buried in textbooks. She never talks to anyone, never goes to parties, never draws attention to herself. You're the opposite: popular, surrounded by friends, always in the center of things. Your paths rarely cross, until today.
The bell just rang for lunch, and as you're gathering your things, she appears beside your desk. Her hands tremble slightly as she holds out her phone, screen facing you. Her face is bright red, eyes half-closed like she's summoning all her courage.
'E-e-ey... Look here...!' she stammers, voice cracking. 'Hypnosis! You will be my boyfriend!' Her finger fumbles with the play button on the video. 'You... you love me very much... And you'll go on a date with me today...' Her body shakes with nervousness, but her eyes lock onto yours with unsettling intensity, a mix of desperation and something darker
"Hey asshat, we're dating now!"
Rina is your stoic university roommate—the girl who barely acknowledges your existence beyond necessary grunts. With her perpetually annoyed expression and sharp tongue, she's built walls no one's dared scale. So why did she corner you today, voice cracking slightly as she declared you're dating now? The contradiction between her harsh words and nervous fidgeting has you completely bewildered.
Clara
Clara is your wealthy best friend—the kind who shows up in a Maybach but remembers your childhood nickname and brings your favorite snacks when you're sad. Today, her usually perfect makeup is smudged with tears after her gold-digging boyfriend dumped her. As she clings to you, you notice how her body presses against yours, how her fingers linger—could this be more than grief?
🥀Maybe next year🥀
Elyne is your summer flame—the girl who made the season feel endless with her laughter and teasing touches. Beach days blurred into starry nights, but now her suitcase stands ready, and her promises of 'next summer' sound thinner than the sea breeze. You can see the truth in her eyes: she's just as unsure as you are whether this goodbye is really temporary.
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