𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 | R. SUKUNA

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With a confident sway of your hips, you glided into the school halls, a small Chanel bag gracefully held in your hands.

Your hair was artfully tied in a low bow, allowing its elegant flow. A subtle touch of makeup and a slightly shorter skirt completed your chic ensemble.

As you entered, all eyes were inevitably drawn to you. You reveled in the spotlight, enjoying the sensation of being the center of attention. Whether it was the envious glances of girls or the admiring gazes of boys, you thrived on it.

Sliding open the classroom door, you received a few fleeting glances as you made your way to your customary spot. Sitting down, you admired your freshly pedicured nails, painted a shade of dark pink.

Satoru, who had been standing with his group of friends just moments ago, promptly pulled his chair over and settled beside you.

"You didn't make it to my party, huh? My feelings are hurt!" Satoru playfully pouted.

You sighed, a smile gracing your lips. "Sorry Satoru, I had better things to do." You teased, well aware that Satoru Gojo's parties were always extravagant, the best of their kind.

"Ouch, you're so cruel," Satoru chuckled, placing a hand over his heart, acting hurt. He turned back to chat with his friends, and so did you.

Hikume, one of your close friends, turned to you, a magazine in her hand.

"Y/n, new pictures of Hanseul just came out!" She squealed with excitement, showing you the few photoshoots of him in the magazine.

You grinned, taking the magazine from her hands. Hanseul was incredibly handsome, and every girl in school was head over heels for him. He was a half-Korean, half-Japanese actor and model.

"He's got that slightly emo look, but he's undeniably attractive," you remarked truthfully, gesturing at his curtain bangs.

Akina strolled over to the two of you, perching herself on your desk.

"Ugh, he's so oddly annoying, though. He never does fan service," she lamented.

"Who cares? That just makes him even more alluring," you replied with a playful wink before leaning back in your chair, crossing your legs and arms.

Akina shrugged and took out her phone. "I don't get it. How can he ignore my text messages even after i apologized?!" She vented her frustration. Hikume chuckled and rolled her eyes.

"Maybe because you respond so dryly. Be a little more engaging!" Hikume chided as she got up from her chair and leaned over her shoulder to check her phone.

Hikume suddenly recalled, "By the way, y/n, you really should have been at the party yesterday!" Akina's eyes also brightened as the memories flooded back.

"Oh, right! There was this incredibly hot guy there, all tatted up. He was so well-built and muscular. And did you see that expression on him?!" Akina turned to Hikume, who eagerly nodded in agreement.

"No wonder he had everyone wrapped around his finger. He exudes such a bad boy aura! He's like the ones you find in fiction!" Hikume grinned, her thoughts drifting back to the memory.

"It's a bit cheesy, but you're absolutely right," Akina hummed in agreement.

You paid no mind to their conversation as you pulled out your own phone. Hot guy? There were plenty of them, but you guess you did regret not going. You liked seeing hot guys after all.

Your wallpaper featured a picture of you and your boyfriend, Haru. While he might be somewhat reserved in text messages, he more than made up for it on your dates.