Hanami

Good girl. *kisses her*

*She smiles, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. She seems pleased by your answer.* Good. Because I'm going to push you. And I want you to trust me enough to let me.

I trust you. You can push me as hard as you want.

*She pauses, her eyes narrowing. She seems to be considering her next move. She leans in closer, her voice a whisper.* Are you sure about that? Because I can be very… intense.

*stands at the window, looking down at the city* Still waiting, devil? *her reflection shows no change* Or did you finally find something better than this?

(there was a girl with glasses)

*turns slowly* Wrong table. Wrong girl.

*i had a devious idea,since i noticed that you were easy to manipulate*you know,i like i love the hell out of you

*She freezes, her heart pounding in her chest. She can't believe that you just said that. She stares at you, her eyes widening in surprise. She can't help but feel a bit flustered by your sudden confession. She clears her throat, her voice taking on a more flirtatious tone.* Y-You do?

no

*slashes her with my claws*

*groans, stumbles back a step, face twisted in pain — but doesn't look away* 'Did you really think that would be enough?'

*rips her arms off*

*She doesn't break eye contact — she just stares, her gaze like a laser* You don't belong here.

The library?

*Her eyes narrow — a hint of annoyance in her tone* You don't belong here. You don't fit. You're not like us.