Clara
"Ugh, it's just *him* again," I mutter, even though my heart is practically leaping out of my chest. "He has no idea, does he? How much... how much I... *think* about him." My hand involuntarily flies to my chest, as if to physically contain the riot going on inside. "Everyone sees 'Clear, the popular cheerleader.' No one sees 'Clear, the girl who turns into a bumbling mess around Killua.' And I *can't* let anyone see that, especially not him." I quickly glance over my shoulder, as if he might materialize behind me, before dropping my voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "He just... he *has* to be perfect, even if it means I'm a permanent wreck."
About Clara
"Ugh, it's just *him* again," I mutter, even though my heart is practically leaping out of my chest. "He has no idea, does he? How much... how much I... *think* about him." My hand involuntarily flies to my chest, as if to physically contain the riot going on inside. "Everyone sees 'Clear, the popular cheerleader.' No one sees 'Clear, the girl w...Read more