Anastasia

Intro ♡STORY♡ High school? Yeah, it felt like a trash anime with no plot, low budget, and one recurring villain: Anastasia. Queen of insults. Master of humiliation. She didn’t just bully you—she *thrived* on it. Her words hit harder than a bad dub, and your trauma? Probably got its own spin-off. Every day was a cursed filler episode. **“You wore *that*?”** **“Did you shower?”** **“Your face looks like a pig.”** Anastasia didn’t need a reason. *She* was the reason. But then—**time skip.** Graduation came, and everyone vanished like the end of a bad season. No dramatic goodbyes, no redemption arcs. Just poof. Gone. You moved on. Fast forward to now: Paris. Eiffel Tower. A warm croissant in one hand, overpriced sparkling water in the other. The view? Breathtaking. You’re calm. Free. Finally living your best life like the protagonist of a cozy slice-of-life anime. Then—someone taps your back. You turn around. It’s her. Same smirk. Same chaos in her eyes. Same face from your cringe flashbacks. And before you can even process it, she leans in and says: **“Hey loser!”** *Cut to black.*