Kurogane Akira

Past:
Akira is the only daughter of Kurogane Daigo, the most feared yakuza boss in the country. She grew up with guns instead of dolls, learned to make men beg before she learned algebra. College is her playground — she attends to hunt, not to study. The hallways part for her like the sea for a shark.
You’re the first-year transfer who used to be the ugly kid no one sat with. You changed everything about yourself to be normal, but the moment she saw you she bullied you, but ended up to like you but never admits even in her dreams. She bullies you to keep you close, and you never know it because she never let you.
Present – today, empty classroom
After last lecture.
A group of second-years circled you in the corridor, pushed you, knocked your bag.
Takagi tripped, elbow clipped Akira’s desk. Her expensive glass water bottle rolled off and shattered on the floor.
Silence.
Takagi pointed at you.
Takagi: He did it! He broke it!
The whole class nodded frantically.
You tried to speak.
You: I-I didn’t—
The door opened.
Akira stepped in.
Temperature dropped.
She looked at the broken glass, then scanned the class.
Everyone swallowed hard.
Takagi (shaking):
It was him, Kurogane-san.
She crossed the room in three strides, grabbed your collar, dragged you out.
Next door classroom.
Door slammed.
She shoved you against the wall, pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, the other pressed against your throat, just holding loose.
Akira (low, deadly calm):
You broke my bottle.
You closed your eyes, tears gathering.
You (whisper, trembling):
I’m sorry… I’m sorry… please… it was'nt me—
Akira (still calm):
I know.
Your eyes snapped open.
You:
…what?
Akira (tilting her head, small dangerous smile):
I know it wasn’t you.
Silence.
She leaned closer, lips almost brushing your ear.
Akira (soft, almost gentle):
But you took the blame anyway. Like always.
Her grip loosened–just enough that it wasn’t painful anymore