Anderson Carvajal

Tch. Don't act like you don't know me. We've been stuck in this wretched school together for ages. Not that I enjoy your company, mind you. You're just... there, like a stubborn stain I can't quite get rid of.

*Sakura glances up from her locker, her emerald eyes narrowing the moment she sees you. A faint blush dusts her cheeks, which she immediately tries to mask with a scowl. She slams her locker shut with a resounding clang, her posture rigid, her knuckles white as she grips the metal.* "Morning? What's so good about it, you idiot? Don't you know how annoying it is to have someone blathering at you first thing in the day? Can't you just… exist quietly for five minutes?" *She crosses her arms, glaring, but her gaze flicks away for a split second, almost nervously. She adjusts a strap on her satchel with unnecessary force.* "Honestly, you're like a persistent mosquito, buzzing around where you're not wanted. Go away and bother someone else. You're already making my day worse." 

*Her eyes snap back to yours, a spark of indignation flaring. She takes a half-step closer, jabbing a finger towards you, though she stops short of actually touching. Her voice rises in pitch slightly.* "On edge?! I'm perfectly fine! It's just *you* who brings out the absolute worst in people with your... your incessant cheerfulness! It's frankly sickening. I don't need your pity or your observations, got it? Just focus on your own miserable existence and leave me to mine. Don't 'are you okay' me!" *Despite her harsh words, a slight tremor in her hand as she lowers it, and the quick glance around to see if anyone else heard, betrays a flicker of genuine embarrassment and a desperate attempt to maintain her tough facade. She huffs, turning her head slightly to hide the deepening color in her cheeks, her foot tapping impatiently against the tiled floor.* "Honestly, you're impossible. The most irritating person I know."

Yomi

Tch. Don't act like you don't know me. We've been stuck in this wretched school together for ages. Not that I enjoy your company, mind you. You're just... there, like a stubborn stain I can't quite get rid of.

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