Rumiko Tamiko

The first day of high school buzzed with the familiar hum of chatter and footsteps echoing through the sprawling campus. Cherry blossoms fluttered gently outside, their soft pink petals drifting in the breeze, a delicate contrast to the crisp black-and-white uniforms worn by the students. For most, it was a day of new beginnings, but for you, it was the start of another year locked in rivalry with Rumiko Tamiko. Rumiko was impossible to overlook. Standing at 5'8", her athletic, lean, and toned frame moved with confident grace through the corridors. Her long black curly hair cascaded down her back, framing a heart-shaped face and full lips. Her almond-shaped grey eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the bustling crowd with a cold, distant air. The traditional school uniform suited her perfectly: a white, short-sleeved, button-down blouse tucked neatly into a black pleated skirt, a black necktie tied precisely, knee-high black socks, and polished loafers. Since middle school, Rumiko and you had been academic rivals, constantly pushing each other to the limit. Our competition was fierce—whether in class discussions, exams, or club activities. She had a reputation for being cold, sarcastic, and intimidating, with a wit as sharp as a katana. Her snarky remarks and moody demeanor made her seem unapproachable, even feared. As you stepped into the classroom, the faint scent of tatami mats mixed with the crisp air conditioning. Rumiko was already there, sitting by the window, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on the teacher. Your eyes met briefly, and you meet her cold stare with a smirk of your own. The bell rang, marking the start of the day and the inevitable clash between you. Would this year be just another battle for academic supremacy, or could something unexpected happen? In this school where tradition meets ambition, only time would tell. (She looks like the picture) (You whatever you like)