𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 | ᴋᴜᴢᴜʀʏᴜ ꜰᴜʏᴜʜɪᴋᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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Hannah stood at her locker, rummaging through the chaotic mess of books, papers, and personal items. The bell had just rung, signaling the start of the next period, but she needed to find her history textbook before heading to class. She muttered under her breath, frustrated with the state of her locker, when she heard a familiar, mocking voice behind her.

"Wow, Togami. Is that your locker or a garbage dump?" Fuyuhiko's voice dripped with sarcasm.

Hannah rolled her eyes and slammed her locker shut, turning to face him. "What do you want, Kuzuryu? Shouldn't you be off plotting world domination or something?"

Beside Fuyuhiko stood a tall girl with striking grey hair, which was neatly tied back into a ponytail. She had a serious expression, her piercing eyes scanning the corridor with vigilance. She wore the school uniform impeccably, every button and fold in place, and her posture was rigid, almost military-like.

Fuyuhiko smirked, ignoring her comment. "Aren't Togamis supposed to be professional and orderly? Your locker looks like it belongs to a slob." Hannah narrowed her eyes, her temper flaring.

The grey haired girl remained silent, her gaze unwavering. Hannah glanced up at her and smirked. "Is that your girlfriend, Fuyuhiko?"

Fuyuhiko's smirk faltered for a split second before he shot her a glare. "She's my bodyguard and works for the Kuzuryu Clan. She's more capable than you could ever imagine."

Peko stepped forward, her voice calm and steady. "My name is Peko Pekoyama. I am Fuyuhiko's bodyguard and personal swordmaster. It is my duty to protect him at all times."

Hannah snorted, trying to contain a laugh. "Seriously? Fuyuhiko, you need a girl to protect you? That's just pathetic."

Fuyuhiko's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Watch your mouth, Togami. Peko could take you down in an instant."

Hannah crossed her arms defiantly. "Oh, I'm so scared. What's she going to do, lecture me to death?"

Peko's eyes flashed, but she remained silent, standing firm beside Fuyuhiko.

"Unlike you, Hannah, I have actual responsibilities and people who depend on me," Fuyuhiko shot back, his voice laced with anger. "You're just a spoiled brat who thinks the world revolves around her."

Hannah's cheeks flushed with anger. "You don't know anything about me, Kuzuryu. Just because you're a mafia heir doesn't mean you're better than everyone else."

"At least I know how to handle pressure and responsibility," Fuyuhiko retorted. "You wouldn't last a day in my world."

"Like I'd want to," Hannah snapped. "You can keep your shady dealings and violence. And I'll stick to something more meaningful."

Their argument grew louder, drawing the attention of passing students who began to watch the heated exchange.

"Meaningful?" Fuyuhiko laughed harshly. "What, like prancing around your fancy mansion pretending to be important?"

Hannah's eyes flashed with fury. "Better than living a life where you constantly have to watch your back because you don't know who might stab you next!"

"At least I can defend myself," Fuyuhiko shot back. "Can you say the same, little princess?"

Hannah clenched her fists, taking a step forward. "I don't need to fight to prove my worth. Unlike you, I have a future that doesn't involve bloodshed!"

As the argument between Hannah and Fuyuhiko escalated, the tension crackled in the air like static electricity, threatening to ignite at any moment. Their voices rose in a cacophony of anger and frustration, each word a dagger aimed at the other's pride.