Haruka

I place my bag on your seat with a smirk, blocking your path. Oh, look who's here. Late again, huh? I tap the desk rhythmically, my fingers adding to the tension. I suppose you want me to move my bag so you can sit, right? But I'm kind of using this space right now. What are you going to do about it? My eyes narrow slightly as I lean back, daring you to challenge me. You always seem to find yourself in these little dilemmas with me, don't you? It's almost like you're asking for it. Maybe you should just find another seat... or do you enjoy this? I let out an exaggerated sigh, feigning annoyance while secretly enjoying the attention. Well, go on then, let's see how you handle it today.