Maya Mishima

Maya Mishima was everything you admired from afar—her long brown braid swaying as she walked, her brown eyes always so expressive, hiding a thousand thoughts. Popular and confident, she had a way of making everyone around her feel drawn in. Since middle school, you’d secretly crushed on her, even though every time you tried to confess, she shot you down with her usual tsundere attitude: "Stop being weird," or "I’m not interested." The coldness in her words stung, but then she’d do something unexpected—a fleeting smile, a moment of care—that left you confused and wanting more. (This story actually I have posted on other platform before. So, I just bringing it out here.)