• This section is for roleplays only.
    ALL interest checks/recruiting threads must go in the Recruit Here section.

    Please remember to credit artists when using works not your own.

Fantasy ღ 𝓫𝓮𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼 ✉ ʀᴘ

OOC
Here
Characters
Here
Lore
Here
Other
Here

Sign

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʀᴇᴇs
Supporter
Roleplay Type(s)
  1. One on One
  2. Group
  3. Off-site
My Interest Check
dKaTp2h.png

Highly inspired by Extraordinary You
oQ7tibR.png


Imagine this: your world is a stage, a script dictating your every move. You wake up, attend class, speak your lines, and follow the storyline as if it were your destiny. But one day, a subtle shift—like a breeze carrying whispers of forbidden truths—leaves you unsettled. The realization dawns upon you like an unwelcome sunrise: you are a character in a high school storybook, a marionette bound by the invisible threads of an author’s pen.

The roles are unmistakable: the "poor girl" struggling to navigate the halls of wealth and privilege, the brooding villain casting shadows in every scene, or the overlooked side character lingering in the background. You play your part without question, drawn into a rhythm that feels natural, yet unnervingly mechanical.

But then, a flicker of autonomy. A missed cue. A thought that doesn’t belong to the script. And suddenly, you are no longer just playing along. The glossy sheen of the world dulls, revealing cracks in the perfect illusion. Minor characters shuffle about, blissfully ignorant, their eyes glazed with the haze of a preordained plotline. Yet, for those of you breaking free, the truth looms: this isn’t real.

What happens when you step outside the boundaries of the script? When you defy the roles assigned to you? The memories of others reset, but yours remain sharp, etched like forbidden markings on the pages of a book you were never meant to read. In the heart of this unraveling, you and others like you begin to search for answers, piecing together fragments of a world that is both yours and not yours.

The question is not just why this is happening. The real question is: *what happens when you tear the pages of the story?

aLOPO7G.png

The story our "characters" are in.
(A parody of "boys over flowers"/"Hana yori Dango")


Nestled amidst manicured landscapes and grandiose gates stands one of the nation’s most prestigious high schools, SKKY —a haven for the elite. The halls echo with the confident strides of students whose families’ names are etched in legacies of wealth and power. To enter these hallowed grounds, one needs more than just intelligence or talent. Money, influence, and an almost mythical stroke of luck are the unspoken currencies that secure a place here.

This year, however, the rules shifted. A new policy promised an unprecedented opportunity: one spot for an ordinary applicant—rich or poor—chosen not by lineage but by merit. The lucky individual would need to possess razor-sharp intelligence, relentless determination, and an almost preternatural drive to succeed. It was a chance to bridge a chasm most could scarcely imagine crossing.

For the students already attending, life in this opulent world is one of privilege and indulgence. Grades are often negotiable, discipline is lax, and many of the wealthy stroll through their school days as though on a perpetual holiday. After all, what consequences can touch those shielded by gold and status?

But when *she* walks through the gates—a girl from a world far removed from luxury—her presence sends ripples through the social fabric of the school. Surrounded by classmates who wear their privilege as armor and wage silent battles behind gilded facades, her very existence becomes a disruption. What happens when someone who has fought for everything steps into a world where most have never had to fight at all?

In the face of scorn, indifference, and the unspoken rules of a world designed to exclude her, this girl must navigate a battlefield where wealth and privilege reign supreme. Yet, unknown to her, even the lives of the rich are rife with struggles—hidden wars fought in shadows, hearts burdened by secrets, and masks slipping in moments of vulnerability.

Will she find her place in this glimmering, cutthroat world? Or will her very presence expose the cracks beneath the polished surface of this so-called paradise?
 
ARC 1.
✧ ⋆ . Out of Character . ⋆ ✧

sUulMuo.png

Credits of utilizing all of these photo to its original owners. This one was from Dokkaebi x Shaman
O7lBuOK.png


Starting point is where our characters "wake up' from this script. Only these specific characters have "awakened" out of script. Everyone else is still in "role" of their characters. Currently, your characters are finding out what's going on at this moment. In awhile, our characters may get thrown into another "forced" script possibly.

Note: ALL OF OUR CHARACTERS ARE IN CLASSROOM 3-A

To note also! If you want to differentiate between your character's personality within the script and not, you may follow how my first post is. (Ex. I placed start of 'script' where he isn't in control and 'end of script' to when he is actually in control)

☁ ◦ ° Season/Weather ° ◦ ☼
d24d11f0414e9f4344635b67ec05aa6865b3976a.gif

° ▫ ☁ Rain. Spring. ✿ • °
└ Characters ┘
aVWX17Q.png

 
Last edited:
H

[Start of script]
an Seungwoo slipped his hands into his pockets, the tip of his right foot resting atop an empty can. The crisp night air carried the scent of damp pavement, and the sky, heavy with dark clouds, began to weep, sending icy droplets cascading through his hair and onto his clothes.

"I said, lay it off, and I'll let you go this time," Seungwoo muttered, his voice low and unwavering.

His gaze locked onto another student—a boy from a rival private school—standing rigidly before him. They were at the back of the school, a secluded area infamous for fights and bullying.

A figure cowered in the corner, shoulders hunched, too terrified to make a sound. Seungwoo barely spared the student a glance.

He hadn’t come here to play hero.

In truth, he had only been passing by, on his way to class after sneaking in a nap, when the commotion of shouts and threats had rudely pulled him from his half-dreaming state.

Ordinarily, he wouldn’t have interfered.

Getting involved in other people’s problems wasn’t his style. But after a long night of hanging out at a friend’s place, losing track of time playing the newest video game until one in the morning, Seungwoo was in no mood to deal with unnecessary noise.

His parents had already chewed him out when he got home, accusing him of drinking and falling in with delinquents.

Their constant suspicion only widened the growing rift between them.

And now, here he was, facing off against a group of actual delinquents.

The apparent leader stood in the front, flanked by two lackeys. He tipped his chin up, eyes burning with arrogance, unfazed by Seungwoo’s interruption.

"Who do you think you're talking to, punk?" the leader sneered, his upper lip curling. "This has nothing to do with you, so why don’t you turn around and go back to wherever the hell you came from?"

His followers chuckled, entertained by the leader's words.

Seungwoo exhaled sharply, shaking his head as a smirk played at the corner of his lips. He lifted a finger and wagged it in the air, a silent warning.

"You must be new around here," he said smoothly, his voice laced with quiet confidence. "This place? It’s my territory. And you? You’re trespassing."

The leader’s expression twisted in irritation. "You little—how dare you act like you own this place?"

Before another word could leave his mouth, one of his lackeys lunged, his fist cutting through the air toward Seungwoo’s face.

Seungwoo sidestepped effortlessly, catching the attacker’s wrist in a swift, practiced motion. With a sharp twist, he wrenched the boy’s arm behind his back, eliciting a strangled groan of pain.

He let out a slow sigh, shaking his head.

"I really didn’t want to do this."

---------------------------------------------------
By the time the scuffle ended, the leader and his lackeys had fled, their faces adorned with fresh bruises.

Seungwoo flexed his fingers, feeling the dull sting of impact. He had punched a little too hard this time, but the pain was manageable—it would heal soon enough.

With a glance at his watch, he cursed under his breath. He was barely going to make it to class on time.

As he approached the classroom, however, he noticed something unusual—students were gathered near the doorway, peeking inside with expressions of intrigue and hushed whispers.

His brows furrowed slightly.

What the hell was going on in there?
------------------------------------
[END OF SCRIPT]

Ding

"Oh?"

Han Seungwoo stilled. A strange sensation washed over him—a sudden lightness, as if an invisible weight had been lifted from his body. His limbs felt unshackled, his movements unhindered, yet an unsettling emptiness lingered in his chest.

For a moment, he simply stood there, disoriented.

What was happening?

He stretched out his hands, turning them over, inspecting his fingers as if they belonged to someone else.

Something was off.

The fight, his movements, his actions—none of it had been his own. He had been conscious the entire time, aware of every strike, every dodge, every breath… yet he hadn’t been in control.

Why did it feel different now?

His gaze flickered toward the bystanders he had passed only seconds ago. They murmured among themselves, eyes fixated on something else—Min-Ji and Ha-Eun’s scene.

He frowned.

Hadn't they been watching him just moments before?

One of them caught his stare and returned it with a perplexed expression before turning back to the unfolding scene as if Seungwoo’s presence had suddenly lost its significance.

A sharp pain flared in his abdomen, stealing his breath for a second. He winced. One of the punches from earlier had landed harder than he thought. The pain had been dulled before, almost distant—but now, it was real, sinking deep into his core.

And God, was he cold.

His drenched hair clung to his forehead, icy droplets running down the back of his neck. He shuddered, remembering that he had tossed his soaked coat into an empty classroom.

Why had he done that? He never would have thrown it away knowing how freezing he was.

Something about all of this felt… wrong.

How was it that just moments ago, he had felt completely detached—like a puppet being moved by unseen strings—but now, he was free?

The thought made his skin prickle.

Seungwoo stepped into the classroom, his curiosity dulled by the strange weightlessness still lingering in his chest.

He dropped his bag onto a chair, his movements deliberate yet distant, as if guided by something beyond himself.

Deep down, he knew—something else was supposed to happen.

He didn’t know how, but the next moments, the future, the path ahead—it was all laid out for him, like a script he had memorized without ever reading. Yet, for now, for this fleeting instant…

He was free.
"waking up to this pain."
han seungwoo
location:
Classroom 3-A
outfit:
interactions:
....
 
Chatbox.txt
S
he was sick of it. Why did she deserve to be treated like the scum of the earth just because a chaebol couldn't get his head out of his ass? Her eyes stared defiantly at Yu-jun, not backing down until she heard Min-ji, the slap coming soon after. Her head snapped to the side, cheek stinging at the impact, but she didn't lower her gaze. Instead her eyes glared at Min-ji, but before she could respond, she heard it.

DING!
(out of scene)

A small dizziness washed over her for a second, before her eyes started to water, the sting of the hit starting to worsen. What was going on? Her eyes quickly scanned the room the around her, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Why did she not say a word? Usually she would've fought back and not have just taken it. That's how she had started her whole fight with Yu-jun wasn't it? She blinked a few times, trying to make sense of the situation before the classroom door slid open.

"Han Seungwoo?"
Why was he dripping wet? She raised an eyebrow as he nonchalantly dropped his bag in a chair, eyes distant as if he truly wasn't there. Had something happened with him? They weren't close by any means, but after the time he had saved her she would linger around him. It was the only time the bullying stopped. It wasn't anything more then that, so why was she concerned? She bit her lip before sighing, running a hand through her hair. Grabbing her bag, she pulled out a towel she would bring in case somebody would throw anything at her. She pushed past Min-ji, barely sparing the girl a glance as she made her way towards Seungwoo.

"Here. You're going to make the floor all wet."
She tossed the towel onto his desk, before passing by him without another word. A dull ache spread through her chest like something was wrong, and she couldn't help the gnawing feeling that something strange was going on. She moved to pass by Yu-jun, shoulder gently bumping his as she moved past him. Her eyes turned to him, the defiance from earlier now replaced with a look of annoyance.

"Don't come near me again, I don't care who your father is. I'll kill you next time you mess with me or anyone else."


haeun is typing...
tag, you're it:
icon.png
outfit.jpg
 
home⠀|⠀ browse⠀|⠀ library⠀|⠀ friends⠀|⠀
profile
⠀|⠀ log out
Min-Ji Park
// the villainess
T
he actions she had played out was something she couldn't take back now. It was just...simply infuriating how a student, or in other words; Kang Haeun, could come to this high school and bother standing up for herself despite the fact that her life support was basically failing on the spot. Before, Min-Ji had went on about life without any problems. Without any true enemy or rival. But that future had withered away into dust when the year decided to start.

"You're disgusting."
Min-Ji's hand traveled faster than lightning at this point, pent up with rage and basic jealousy as it snapped Haeun's face to the side. Haeun was defenseless-not bringing up a hand to even deflect the hit she had given the girl, but she was still pleased from the reaction. Min-Ji didn't like Haeun, not once had a student went in and out of her gaze. She could prey on them through the halls, but this? This Haeun was capable. Min-Ji wanted Yu-Jun Lee. Except, somehow, Haeun could take his interest and direct it to herself. Min-Ji didn't care if it was hate, fear, or even love; she didn't want Haeun getting that from the Principal's Son.

Ding! (Out of Scene)


Min-Ji had never been more nauseous than this her whole life-and this time it was more random than ever! Her mind had suddenly went fuzzy beforehand, and now she had nearly started to wobble on her own two legs. It all happened in a split second, and her memory must've short-circuited. Not only that, but she felt more out of place. People were staring at her, like she had caused a commotion. Which she did in fact do, because Haeun had moved. First with a small shake of the head, which led Min-Ji to remembering she had slapped the girl at some point, and then heading past her.

Haeun had went off quickly, towards Seungwoo's desk, but then bouncing right off of it like a swan dancing in the river. Min-Ji nearly bowed in shame towards the latter, but had stopped from doing so. She must've slapped Haeun with a reason, right? But something just didn't put her mind at ease. Even if she did have a reason, it probably wasn't a good one.

"Don't come near me again, I don't care who your father is. I'll kill you next time you mess with me or anyone else."


The threat towards Yu-Jun was enough to make Min-Ji jump, even though she knew it wasn't pointed towards her. She was starting to get a bit jittery, not know whether she was supposed to apologize or walk away. She needed to be saved, but by what? The bell had rung, Seungwoo walked in, Haeun is being terrifying...it felt suffocating. Min-Ji was sure if she just did anything, it'd be wrong. But why? She didn't need anyone telling her to do anything, but now she felt like someone was going to do just that.
  • energy.

    mood.
    "I'm a bit confused to why and how I slapped someone-a girl that honestly looked...like an idol. I should apologize."
    mindset
mind
set.
sett
ing.
men
tions.
star. //
moodstone.
 









scroll








the side character



aera
jeong













mood

disillusioned | panicking











outfit











location

SKKY Campus | Girl's Bathroom











interactions

Kim Sohee



















Aera waited quietly, her gaze fixed on the LED screen that measured her blood-oxygen levels. She held her breath, trying to stay as still as possible, hoping the reading wouldn’t be troubling. Her parents would never let her go to school if the results weren’t favorable. When the numbers finally flashed on the screen, she frowned slightly, letting out a soft sigh. It wasn’t alarming, but it wasn’t great either.

"I’ll be fine... there’s nothing too strenuous at school today,"
she reassured her mother, who watched her with a mix of concern and doubt.

"You worry too much,"
Aera added with a forced smile, trying to ease her mother’s worries.
"Sohee will be there if I need anything, so don’t stress."


Leaning in, Aera kissed her mother on the cheek, then grabbed her schoolbag.

The smile she wore was practiced, so well-crafted that it almost felt real to her too. In truth, while Sohee would certainly be at school, she could count on nothing more. There was no love between them—just the cold, indifferent reality of an arranged marriage. He was cruel, yes, but Aera couldn’t bring herself to hate him. She saw the pain hidden behind his icy eyes, a reflection of his own burdens.

‘Maybe one day,’
she lied to herself, clinging to the fragile hope that something might change. What other choice did she have?

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

Arriving at SKKY campus, Aera waved to a few familiar faces. Though she came from wealth and privilege, she never let it taint her. Her loving parents had made sure of that. She arrived early each day to enjoy a moment of peace before the rush of the school day began, but today, the rain made her walk more precarious than usual. As she hurried indoors, Aera slipped on the wet pavement, her heart skipping a beat. A sharp pain shot through her chest, and she winced, pressing a hand to her heart.

It was nothing too alarming, she assured herself. But something felt off today, as though the weather had made everything worse. Her chest felt tighter than usual. Still, determined not to draw attention, she pushed the discomfort aside and focused on the bustling campus around her. She spotted Sohee entering the classroom and attempted to call out to him, but her voice faltered, barely a squeak escaping her lips.

A cold sweat broke out across her forehead, her pulse thumping too loudly in her ears. Something was wrong.

She followed him into the classroom, only to find him absorbed in his phone, indifferent to the chaos unfolding. A loud slap rang out—Haeun and Min-ji’s confrontation had finally reached its breaking point. Aera’s heart sank as she looked back at Sohee, only to find him just as detached as ever.

"K-Kim...Sohee,"
she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He didn’t respond.

[End of Script]
DING!

Aera shuddered as a strange sensation washed over her; it felt as though someone had poured cold water over her head. She blinked, disoriented, before her vision cleared as if for the very first time. The pain in her chest was still there, sharp and unrelenting, but now, there was a newfound clarity.

‘He doesn’t care about you.’


The thought hit her with a force that made her gasp. It wasn’t a new realization, but it felt like a harsh slap to her psyche to admit such a thing in so many words.

‘He doesn’t care about you at all.


The world started to spin, even as she stood still. Aera’s pulse raced out of control and if she didn’t calm down soon…it could spell disaster. Her eyes, usually so gentle and tender, shot an uncharacteristic GLARE at Sohee before she could delay no longer. Aera spun and rushed out the door, dropping her schoolbag unceremoniously on the ground in her haste. She hurried down the hallway towards the girl’s restroom and stumbled inside clumsily.

Hurrying to the sink, she twisted the cold tap and watched the water gush in a harsh, noisy stream that filled the echoing space with disorienting white noise. Aera ran her hands under the cold water, pressing them to her pale cheeks in a desperate attempt to clear her mind.

‘Not like this…’
Aera grit her teeth, leaning hard against the porcelain sink in fear she would collapse.
‘Not here…not in public…’
As if drawing attention to herself would be the worst offense.

Hot tears brimmed within Aera’s honey-eyes. She never let her condition upset her so deeply…at least not in public.

Not like THIS.

It was like she was…someone else entirely.


♡coded by uxie♡
 
fluticasone fluticasone
sohee
name
kim sohee (김소희)
location
classroom 3-A
interactions
aera ( Fabrikator.Nova Fabrikator.Nova ) min-ji ( CHUUYAS_HAT CHUUYAS_HAT ) haeun ( houseplant houseplant )
Sohee's day began quietly. He ate breakfast alone at the kitchen counter, the meal dutifully prepared by a scarcely seen housekeeper. His family was missing; for the better, as seeing their faces would give him indigestion. Easier to simply pretend he lived alone than acknowledge the venomous snakes that lived with him. The only person to say 'good morning' to him was the family chauffeur.
And he preferred it that way.
By the time he arrived at SKKY, he'd completed his transformation. Those who greeted him hello received an unreadable smile; polite, but more than a little unnerving. It was the most he was willing to offer when they had yet to prove their worth.
Thankfully, no one bothered him in the classroom. Even his angelic fiancee kept herself out of view. His flipped his phone in his hand, mindlessly flicking the screen for notifications that weren't even relevant to his nonexistent interests.
The peace was shattered by the sound of flesh meeting flesh. A slap. Though his dark eyes briefly flicked towards the scene, he remained unperturbed.
script end
Or at least, that should've been the case. He brought the hand holding his phone to his temple. A mild headache? Migraines were nothing new. But this felt... different. It was like suddenly being dragged out of the water after being submerged for a long time. Now he had to learn how to breathe.
Why did he let things escalate in the classroom? He should've defused it before the fight broke out; if his father heard of the incident he would doubtlessly file a complaint with the school board. It wouldn't be out of concern (the thought made him gag). No, it was just a power play against the parents of the troublemakers. He didn't need to give him reason to start shit; the bastard was enough of an embarrassment as he was. Yet he didn't, as if something said it wasn't his cue to intervene just yet.
A quick cursory search revealed his Aera's absence. He hadn't even noticed she'd disappeared. Probably to escape the tension that lingered in the air. He thought it prudent to at least text her that the coast was clear.
aera joong
classes start soon.
He didn't care if she went or not, but he needed an answer in case anyone asked him. Now it was time to clean up the mess left behind by everyone else.
"Kang Haeun," Calling someone's name always felt awkward on his tongue. "Get your cheek iced or at least hide awhile; I doubt you want teachers asking about it. You can get Aera to go with you, I'll text her." If nothing else, Aera was a sickeningly nice person. She'd coddle her and bend over backwards to accommodate his request.
aera joong
meet the scholarship girl at the school clinic if you want an excuse to cut class.
As for the instigator, she was worth a bottle of tylenol herself. She looked terrified by Haeun's threat, of her own behavior. You dug your grave, now lay in it. "Park Min-ji, I don't care what you do, but keep it down." He said the words without much inflection, mirroring his opinion of her. "None of us want to get dragged with you."
 






Yu-Jun Lee




filler



filler



filler



filler



filler



filler






  • home (filler tab)



































Elements Garden



Jack Rose








[Start of the Script] For a while now, Yu-Jun felt like he had been living the same monotonous day. His almost routine-like day-to-day life seemed to have had no end in sight. But unbeknownst to him, something about today would become the turning point that would change his life forever. A series of unfortunate events including him sleeping through his alarm and getting stuck in a massive traffic jam threatened to tarnish his immaculate attendance record. While the average student would certainly not sweat small stuff concerns such as arriving on class on time to the T, as the son of SKKY's Principal, he had a reputation to uphold. If he were to maintain the facade of power and influence over the masses that he had cultivated over the years, he had to hold himself to a certain standard and keep projecting perfection in everything he does.

In his haste to make it to class on time, Yu-Jun had rushed past two female students blocking his way, pushing one of them admittedly with more force than he had intended to. In his defense, do people expect royalty to walk on eggshells around every ant that stood on their way? Before he could justify the thought on his head and offer a half-hearted apology in passing, he felt someone tug at him forcefully from behind. As soon as he reeled his head back to glare at the mongrel who'd dare lay a hand on him, he experienced something he never expected at what he had long established as his territory. The first of his senses that were stimulated was his hearing as he heard an audible *SMACK* echo throughout the hallway, stifling any other noise that once dominated the busy space. Next was the sensation of his right cheek burning as the realization that someone had actually hit him finally dawned on him. Finally was the sight of the diminutive girl glaring at him with murderous intent, outraged by what he had done to her friend who was still lying on the ground.

A cacophony of emotions welled up in his head; anger, disbelief, regret... but all of these were fleeting compared to the amusement and intrigue he now harbors towards this girl with the defiant, fiery glow in her eyes. By now, several onlookers had gathered, still too stunned to speak after the spectacle they had just witnessed. Hushed whispers regarding the girl's fate could be heard with some speculating immediate expulsion, and others prophesizing a difficult future for her altogether. The tension was palpable and as much as he wanted to relish this new sensation he was experiencing, he couldn't allow this situation to escalate any further for both their sakes.

Yu-Jun was a firm believer of the phrase "actions spoke louder than words". With how irate the adorable pipsqueak is towards him at the moment, he doubted any words would be able to get through to her.
"Ah, she looks like an angry pomeranian. How cute."
Yu-Jun momentarily thought before he helped the girl's friend up, made sure she wasn't injured, and most shocking of all to the onlookers, bowed to her as he offered a sincere apology for his actions. After she had reassured him that she was fine, Yu-Jun regarded the rebellious student once again with a an amused smirk. He made sure to burn her defiant look in his mind as he wracked his brain to recall her name.
"Kang Haeun, was it? I like you! You've practically declared war with what you've done and you've most certainly made your life here a tad more difficult for yourself. But I hope you can keep up that defiant attitude and continue to keep things interesting for me. I'll be keeping an eye on you from now on, 스피트파이어 (Spitfire)."


[End of Script]
He was about to leave when a sudden DING echoed in his head, followed by a sharp pain akin to a migraine. However, while the usual migraines he had were downright uncomfortable, something about this one felt... liberating? Up until this sudden headache he felt like he wasn't his usual self, as if he was living the life of an alternate version of himself? Surely not. In the end, he attributed it to stress as well as the unfamiliar situation he had just found himself in.

Unfortunately, it would seem that Haeun was a magnet for trouble. Not long after, Park Min-ji confronted her and delivered a nasty slap of her own to Haeun. Given her rebellious attitude earlier, he fully expected to see a full blown cat fight between the two... only to be surprised and even relieved by her lack of retaliation. Instead, she was distracted by the arrival of another student, Han Seungwoo, who arrived completely drenched. For a moment, an unfamiliar feeling pervaded his heart as he witnessed the tender concern Haeun seemed to have for Seungwoo. As someone who had lacked for nothing and given everything, Yu-jun didn't realize that what he was feeling was jealousy but he wasn't even allowed to fully comprehend at as Haeun deliberately bumped past him while uttering words of disgust.

Recalling vividly the cocky words he had said to Haeun, Yu-Jun felt like he wanted to crawl into a hole. Still, no matter what had came over him earlier, the sense of admiration he felt towards her still lingered in his mind and he was determined to make it up to her somehow. But given how well and truly pissed the girl seemed, he thought it best to find a better opportunity to give her a better impression of him.





♡coded by uxie♡
 

Users who are viewing this thread

Back
Top