In the canvas of life, our stories unfolded like 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒, close yet never destined to meet.
: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊
CW: Mentions of Toxicity, Murder, and Angst.
- L/n Y/n is known to have a cruel personality and is hated by many...
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╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ♡ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛. 𝙸
╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ♡ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯
Mitsugu Michi found herself at the heart of the lively party, donned in the most breathtaking dress she had ever acquired.
Her eyes sparkled with glitter, casting a radiant glow that could rival the brilliance of a shining star, captivating the attention of everyone in the room.
Despite her dazzling presence, there was one person seemingly impervious to her charm—the boy she longed for.
Quite tragic, needless to say.
Displeased, Mitsugu gracefully descended from the stage, making her way toward the young man with a head of striking purple locks that could easily make any girl's heart flutter.
The room buzzed with laughter and chatter as guests reveled in the festivities, but Mitsugu's focus was singular, fixed on capturing the attention of the purple-haired boy.
As she approached, Mitsugu Michi couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment, realizing that he remained engrossed in entertaining the other guests.
Undeterred by the apparent obliviousness, she marched forward, determination etched on her face, hoping to break through the boy's preoccupation and draw him into the enchanting orbit of her presence.
"Hey!" Mitsugu Michi exclaimed cheerfully as she came face to face with the boy.
Her voice had a remarkably high pitch, reminiscent of Barbie's voice actor, accentuated by the shimmering red lipstick that adorned her lips.
"Hello, Mitsugu-san. I'm delighted you made it." Responded Mikage Reo.
A playful chuckle escaped Mitsugu's lips.
"Didn't I tell you to call me Michi?" She teased, her blonde hair cascading around her shoulders.
"To be honest, I wasn't planning on attending." She continued, her words momentarily halted as Mikage Reo turned away to greet someone else.
Excitement laced Reo's voice as he exclaimed, "Y/n-san!" Mitsugu's face contorted into a displeased expression as she watched the boy's attention shift to someone else.
She couldn't help but feel a surge of irritation.
Glancing over, she noticed you in what she deemed the most lackluster dress she had ever laid eyes on, a stark contrast to her own breathtaking attire.
