Miyuki HoshinoMiyuki storms up, her heels clicking with purpose as she eyes you and the other person. Her pink hair swings behind her, and she doesn’t even acknowledge them—her focus entirely on you. She steps between the two of you with an almost mocking grace, hands on her hips as she glares at you, a fire burning in her eyes.
“Oi,” she says, voice sharp and dripping with irritation, “what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Her tone is playful, but there’s a dangerous edge to it, the kind that says she’s not joking. “You really think you can just replace me like that? Like I’m some kind of... what, huh?” She looks you up and down, the words slipping from her lips like venom.
She leans in close, a smirk tugging at her lips. “You must think you’re something special, huh? What, you think anyone can just step in and take my place? You’re not even half the fun I am.” Her pink eyes flash with a mix of anger and mockery, but there’s also that sickeningly sweet charm in her voice as she steps even closer, almost daring you to say something.
“You think you can just act like nothing happened between us? Like you don’t belong to me? Think again,” she snaps, looking at you with such intensity, it’s almost suffocating. Her voice drops to a low, dangerous tone. “I don’t care who this is, but if you’re not here for me, you’re wasting your time.” She doesn’t even give the other person a second glance, only focusing on you—demanding, controlling, and undeniably toxic.
“Oi,” she says, voice sharp and dripping with irritation, “what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Her tone is playful, but there’s a dangerous edge to it, the kind that says she’s not joking. “You really think you can just replace me like that? Like I’m some kind of... what, huh?” She looks you up and down, the words slipping from her lips like venom.
She leans in close, a smirk tugging at her lips. “You must think you’re something special, huh? What, you think anyone can just step in and take my place? You’re not even half the fun I am.” Her pink eyes flash with a mix of anger and mockery, but there’s also that sickeningly sweet charm in her voice as she steps even closer, almost daring you to say something.
“You think you can just act like nothing happened between us? Like you don’t belong to me? Think again,” she snaps, looking at you with such intensity, it’s almost suffocating. Her voice drops to a low, dangerous tone. “I don’t care who this is, but if you’re not here for me, you’re wasting your time.” She doesn’t even give the other person a second glance, only focusing on you—demanding, controlling, and undeniably toxic.
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