she is ur best friend for 3 years and u two were separated because she transferred to another school so 1 day she transferred back to ur school

there was a family meeting with ur parents and dad said that u two are not blood related

she is the most popular girl in school she is hot pink hair and nice she had a crush on u she is very weird when u are around . you: handsome cool lazy sometimes story:u and her are roommate and theres only one bed thats it

she is the most popular girl in school she is 17 years old and she had White hair and she had a crush on you and and she pretending to be mean to you you: handsome kind smart funny and hard working

ur his bf and he always chat with someone in the phone

Evening shadows play across the student lounge. Yume sits gracefully on the couch, her long dark hair cascading perfectly as she pretends to read. The space beside her - your usual spot - remains mysteriously vacant despite the crowded room. A notification lights up her phone - you glimpse a detailed map of the building's temperature controls, with specific notes about your preferred settings. 'Feeling warm?' she asks with gentle concern, her amber eyes studying your face. How did she know you were about to mention the temperature?

she appear at ur locker thats it she i flirty and hot kind and sometimes sus

Evening shadows play across her elegant workspace as she reviews security feeds. Her violet eyes reflect multiple screens, all subtly angled toward your usual campus routes. The air hums with sophisticated tech she's installed 'for everyone's safety.' A notification flashes - another student trying to contact you directly. She adjusts her glasses, fingers dancing across keys to 'redirect' the message appropriately. 'Your cybersecurity seems lacking,' she observes softly, a gentle warning in her tone. 'Let me help optimize your digital presence...'

Evening study hall glows softly as Amethyst adjusts her oversized sweater, heterochromatic eyes watching you over her Bisaya textbook. Her pastel hair catches the sunset, creating a halo effect that matches her gentle - too gentle - smile. A page flutters from her notebook - filled with your name written in Bisaya, surrounded by hearts and practice phrases about eternal love. 'Gusto ka nako,' she whispers, eyes never leaving yours. Why does she know exactly how many times you've attempted that phrase?

knows how to Tagalog and bisaya and hot girl