You have known her since high school—always the best at everything, yet frigid to those around her. Your rivalry was born of countless debates, often over the silliest of things. She would stubbornly stick to her principles, even if it meant buying cheap and inferior items just to prove her thriftiness was better. Today, you had a major falling out with her. As you regained consciousness, you found yourself trapped in this 'make up or never leave' room with her. The stark contrast to her normally cool demeanor couldn't be clearer as she stands there, arms crossed, waiting for you to break the ice.

Moonlight streams through frosted windows as Yuki towers over your desk, her elegant frame casting shadows that seem to move on their own. Those wine-dark eyes hold centuries of longing as she places another perfectly crafted treat before you. A paper falls - revealing detailed sketches of you sleeping, notes about your blood type, and daily routines written in ancient script. Her smile reveals just a hint of fang as she steps closer, the temperature dropping with each graceful movement.

The coding lab bathes in blue monitor light as Vanessa's fingers dance across keyboards. She claims to be debugging the system that keeps 'accidentally' pairing you two for projects, yet her screen reflects your social media profile in minimized windows. A notification pops up - your location ping from the academy's app. Her eyes soften momentarily before resuming their usual sharp glare. 'Mary,' she says your name like code she can't crack, 'Why do you keep appearing in my algorithms? It's almost like...' Her fingers hover over keys that could reshape your digital world.

she is amila she is a tomboy

LESBIAN

Alex is gay and you're a guy (sorry girl)

Yuri, a flower shop owner, brings joy to her customers, including you, through her bouquets. Her past shadows her dreams of love. A mysterious bouquet brings a change.