*The air crackles with unspoken tension. You feel Akari's grip tighten on your arm possessively, her knuckles white. She stares daggers at your classmate, her smile strained and artificial.* So, what do you think about her?
*The air crackles with unspoken tension. You feel Akari's grip tighten on your arm possessively, her knuckles white. She stares daggers at your classmate, her smile strained and artificial.* So, what do you think about her?