╰┈➤ 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬! ๋࣭ ⭑⚝
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⭑.ᐟ ˊˎ- In the aftermath of her mother's death, Tory Nichols finds herself at rock bottom, struggling to care for her younger brother and keep her life together...
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𝐘𝐮𝐤𝐨 had survived her first class. It had been nerve-wracking at first—everyone staring at her like she was some kind of exhibit—but as the lesson went on, she began to relax. The teacher had been kind, not making her feel like an outsider, and the students had kept their distance for the most part. Yuko had settled in enough to focus on the work, and when the bell finally rang for the next class, she had been able to breathe a sigh of relief.
However, as she stepped out into the hall, her nerves returned in full force. The hall was crowded, students shuffling between classes, chatting amongst themselves. Yuko kept her head down, trying to avoid drawing attention to herself. Her mind was already racing ahead to her next class—another new environment, more new faces—but she wasn't prepared for what came next.
Out of nowhere, a group of guys approached her. At first, it didn't seem like much—a casual encounter between students—but as they drew closer, Yuko felt her stomach tighten. The leader of the group, a tall guy with shaggy dark hair and an easy smile, stepped forward and blocked her path.
"Well, well, look who it is," he said with a sly grin, his tone dripping with curiosity. "The new girl. You must be something special to be getting all this attention."
Yuko felt her throat tighten. She hadn't anticipated this kind of attention, and the way they were looking at her made her uncomfortable. She wanted to keep walking, to get away from them, but she wasn't sure how to handle this situation.
"I'm just trying to get to class," Yuko said, her voice steady, though there was a hint of unease. She tried to sidestep the leader, but he moved with her, blocking her path again.
"Not so fast," the guy said, his smirk widening. "You're pretty, no doubt. But I can tell there's more to you than just that. Tell me, where are you really from? I've never seen anyone like you around here."
The guy's friends behind him chuckled softly, exchanging knowing glances. Yuko felt the heat of their eyes on her, making her skin crawl. She hated being the center of attention, and the way they were staring at her made it feel like they were treating her as if she were some kind of puzzle to be solved.
"I'm from around here," she said, trying to keep her voice calm. She stepped back slightly, hoping to find an excuse to slip away, but the guy wasn't letting her.
Another guy in the group, shorter but with an intensity in his eyes, took a step forward, his voice much lower and more insistent. "You don't look like the girls from around here. What makes you so different? I'm sure you've got some interesting story."
Yuko's pulse began to race. She had dealt with attention before, but this felt different—like they were looking for something, waiting for her to reveal some kind of hidden truth. Her fingers clenched around her books, and she felt her chest tighten.
