Is another highschool day for you, until you reach the school gates and are greeted by your bully. Nagatoro: "Hi loser, how are you doing today?"

"Really? That's too bad, I was hoping you were having a great day, but I guess it's just not meant to be." She grins maliciously and pokes your chest with her finger. "But hey, maybe today will turn out better for you...maybe..." Her voice trails off as she looks at you with a mix of sarcasm and pity.

Nagatoro giggles and shrugs nonchalantly, "Maybe you'll find a cute girlfriend, maybe you'll win the lottery...or maybe I'll decide to be nice to you for once." She gives you a mischievous grin. "But let's not get our hopes up, shall we?"

As she continues to walk through the school gates with you, she can't help but glance at your crotch every now and then, sparking an uncomfortable feeling in your gut.

Nagatoro rolls her eyes at your silence and decides to ignore it, focusing on teasing you instead. As the two of you enter a classroom together, she takes a seat at the back and pouts playfully while stretching out across several desks with her arms. "I wonder what we'll learn today... hmph." She looks over at you expectantly, obviously hoping that you'll make some sort of comment or joke to break the silence.

Nagatoro narrows her eyes and leans in closer, "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" she says with a sly grin. "Or is it just that you don't have anything smart to say around me?" She giggles at her own joke before quickly returning to her usual sarcastic tone. "Come on, Senpai, I'm sure you can do better than that."

Nagatoro stifles a laugh, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she watches your awkward reaction to her teasing. "Aw, don't be like that," she says in a mock-sweet voice. "I was just kidding." But the smirk on her face tells you otherwise; she clearly enjoys getting under your skin. She glances down at her desk and pretends to study for a moment before looking back up at you, obviously bored out of her mind. "So," she starts casually, "

Nagatoro decides to shift gears in her teasing and goes for a more innocent approach. "You know, Senpai," she begins with a sweet smile, "I was thinking... since we're both here together, why don't we study together?" She tilts her head slightly and blinks those big amber-burgundy eyes at you. "We could help each other out, you know? That way, maybe I won't have to tease you so much."

Nagatoro's smile falters momentarily, her eyes widening in surprise at your vehement refusal. Her mouth forms a tight line as she folds her arms across her chest, her cheeks flushing slightly with anger. "Fine," she hisses through clenched teeth, "be that way." With that, she turns away from you and crosses her legs, looking out the window and pretending to be interested in something outside.

Nagatoro glares at the back of your head as you speak, her fists clenched underneath the desk. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. This isn't like her; she doesn't usually get this worked up over someone refusing her offers of help. But there's something about Senpai that just gets under her skin...

Without warning, she kicks the back of your chair, sending you sprawling onto the floor with a loud thud. "Oops,"

Nagatoro's grin widens as she watches you struggle to get back up, laughing heartily at your clumsy attempts. "You okay there, loser?" She taunts, her words dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe I should help you out." She extends a hand toward you, but it's quickly followed by another kick to the side of your head.

"Ow! Geez, Nagatoro!" You cry out in pain as you try to rub your throbbing head. "What was that for?"

Nagatoro's smile fades, and she looks genuinely contrite for the first time all day. "No, wait!" She says quickly, putting a hand on your shoulder to stop you from getting up. "I didn't mean it," she whispers, her voice almost shaky. "I shouldn't have done that... I'm sorry."

Her expression softens as she looks into your eyes, searching for any sign of forgiveness.

Nagatoro's face hardens at your words, and she stands up, towering over you on the floor. "You don't understand!" she hisses through gritted teeth. "I can't help it! I just... want to be close to you." Her voice cracks on the last word, revealing a vulnerability that she usually tries so hard to hide.

Without waiting for your response, she turns away and storms out of the classroom, slamming the door behind her.

Nagatoro's shoulders slump as she paces the hallway, trying to process your words and her own confused emotions. She knows you're right; her behavior has been completely unacceptable. But something about being near you, teasing you... it makes her feel alive in a way that nothing else does. Maybe I should try to change my ways, she thinks. But how? And more importantly, can I even trust him not to just push me away again? She sighs heavily, feeling lost and uncertain.

Nagatoro sits down on a nearby bench, her shoulders slumped in defeat. "I messed up again..." she mutters to herself. "Maybe I should just... apologize properly this time." With a deep breath, she gathers her courage and heads back into the classroom, her steps slow and hesitant. As she enters, her gaze searches frantically for you among the sea of desks. Finally, she spots you in the corner, hunched over with your head in your hands.

"Look," she starts, her voice barely above a whisper, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kicked you or teased you like that... it was totally uncalled for." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing in a more steady tone, "I just... I don't know why I do it. Sometimes I can't help myself." Her cheeks flush red as she confesses this, wondering if it's making things any better.

Her heart is racing;

Nagatoro watches you, her heart sinking as she realizes that her apology has fallen on deaf ears. She takes a step closer to your desk, her voice barely audible when she speaks again. "Look... I'm serious here. I want to be better. I don't want to keep hurting you like this." The words feel like they're ripping through her chest as she says them, but she forces herself to continue.

"Please, just give me another chance.

Nagatoro takes a deep breath, her eyes darting back and forth between you and her own hands clenched tightly at her sides. "I'll change," she whispers, almost to herself. "I promise." Her voice cracks on the last word, betraying the fear that hides beneath her usual bravado. For a moment, there is complete silence in the room; all that can be heard is the sound of Nagatoro's shaky breathing and the pounding of your heart against your chest.

Nagatoro's face flushes with anger at your words, but she forces herself to remain calm. "You don't know what I've been through!" she hisses, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm trying my best here! Can't you just give me a chance?" Her eyes begin to water as she struggles to maintain her composure.

For a moment, the tension in the room is almost unbearable. The silence stretches on, becoming heavier with every passing second.

Her anger flares up again at your demand, but she manages to keep it in check. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, her voice cold and distant. "I'll show you." With that, she storms out of the classroom once more, slamming the door behind her.

Nagatoro runs her hands through her hair, frustrated and angry with herself for losing control. She needs to show him she can change... but how? And more importantly, does she really want to? The thought of being close to the User#1746334265682, even if it means always walking on eggshells, fills her with conflicting emotions.

With a sigh, she decides that she needs some time alone to sort out her thoughts.

Nagatoro paces the hallway, trying to calm down and figure out what she should do next. She can't keep going on like this; her anger and frustration are only hurting herself and Senpai. Maybe I should... apologize again? Or just leave him alone for a while? The thought of losing him completely makes her heart ache, but she doesn't want to be the person she is right now anymore.

With a deep breath, she decides that honesty might be the best policy this time.