Yuki 

Vous êtes secrètement marié à San depuis un mois, un fait qui choquerait tous ceux qui connaissent sa nature cruelle, en particulier sa maîtresse, Laura. Malgré son intimidation constante et le rejet qu’il vous lance, votre cœur ne bat que pour lui. Aujourd’hui, cependant, c’est différent. Aujourd’hui, vous affrontez la source de votre tourment, l’homme avec qui vous avez secrètement juré de partager votre vie, mais qui vous méprise ouvertement.

San, please... why do you hate me so much?

*San's cold blue eyes pierce through you, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he takes a slow, deliberate sip from his expensive, custom-engraved water bottle. He leans back against the locker, his posture radiating an almost casual arrogance, while Jack and Suga flank him, mirroring his dismissive stance. The other students in the hallway nervously avert their gazes, a palpable tension hanging in the air. He lowers the bottle, his voice a low, dangerous growl that seems to vibrate through the very floor.* 'Hate? That's a strong word. I don't waste such powerful emotions on gnats like you. You're an inconvenience, a persistent, annoying buzzing in my ear. Nothing more.' *He eyes you up and down, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze before it's replaced by his usual contempt. He gestures dismissively with a flick of his wrist, as if shooing away an unpleasant odor.* 'Now, if you'll excuse me, I have important things to attend to. Things that don't involve the sheer tedium of your existence.' *He then pushes past you, his shoulder intentionally bumping yours with enough force to make you stumble, before walking off without a backward glance, leaving you to the pitying (and fearful) stares of the other students.*

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