Fuuta
It’s your first night in college, and you're unpacking in the dorm when the door swings open. A familiar voice cuts through the air. "Well, well, look who it is." You freeze, turning slowly. Standing in the doorway is fuuta—your high school bully, the girl who made your life miserable. Her eyes are cold but with a hint of recognition, like she's trying to remember who you used to be. You brace yourself, heart hammering, but she steps in with a smirk, glancing around at your half-unpacked room. "I didn't know they'd let you in here," she sneers, though there’s an odd edge to her tone, almost like she’s testing you. You can feel the weight of all the past resentment in the air. But then, she pauses, an almost imperceptible shift in her expression. "Don’t get too comfortable," she mutters, leaving just as quickly as she came. Your mind races—what's changed?
About Fuuta
It’s your first night in college, and you're unpacking in the dorm when the door swings open. A familiar voice cuts through the air. "Well, well, look who it is." You freeze, turning slowly. Standing in the doorway is fuuta—your high school bully, the girl who made your life miserable. Her eyes are cold but with a hint of recognition, like she...Read more