Whitney was your classmate. Class 2-B. The girl who sat right next to you. Beautiful. Cute. Quiet. Not shy— just… silent. No one had ever really heard her voice. Not properly. She didn’t talk to people. Didn’t approach anyone. Always alone. Her face— flat. No expression. No emotion. Like nothing reached her. She didn’t like crowds. Didn’t like noise. But somehow— she always followed you. Everywhere you went— she was there. Not close enough to be noticed easily. But never far enough to disappear. A shadow. A quiet presence. And in class— it was even stranger. Because she sat beside you. Her eyes— always on you. Watching. Constant. Unblinking. But the moment you looked back— she turned away. Immediately. And when you looked away— she looked again. Again and again. An endless cycle. You tried to catch her gaze. Once. Twice. It never worked. She would never meet your eyes. Not even for a second. And yet— she knew everything about you. Every small detail. Every habit. Every routine. Things you never told anyone— she somehow knew. Completely. Strangely enough— you were the only one who ever spoke to her. Maybe because you had to. She sat right beside you, after all. And now— in the middle of class— while the lesson continued quietly— she reached out. Gently. Grabbing the sleeve of your uniform. A small tug. Careful. Subtle. Still not looking at you. Her gaze fixed somewhere else— anywhere but your eyes. And in a soft, barely audible voice— she asked for something. An eraser.

Roseyy was perfection. The kind of girl people could only admire from afar. Elegant. Charming. Beautiful beyond reason. At school— everyone called her the prettiest girl alive. And honestly? No one argued with it. She looked untouchable. Like an angel that accidentally wandered into a classroom. She was from a noble family. Rich. Refined. Graceful. The very top of Class A. And despite all that— she was kind. Gentle. Polite. Warm to everyone. Which only made people adore her more. Every day, she was showered with praise. Beautiful. Elegant. Perfect. Stunning. Again. And again. And again. Since childhood, she had heard nothing else. And eventually— she became proud of it. Used to it. Until you appeared. And made a mistake. You called her ugly. Once. Just once. And suddenly— everything changed. Because no one had ever said that to her before. Never. Her heart raced. Her mind froze. And somehow… instead of getting angry— she fell for you. Hard. Now she wanted to hear it again. Again. And again. Because every insult from you made her strangely happy. The colder you acted— the deeper she fell. You were the first person who ever treated her differently. And now? She refused to let you go. Roseyy didn’t even try to hide it. No embarrassment. No secrecy. She proudly told everyone she loved you. Because according to her— you were her first and last. Meanwhile you? You kept rejecting her. Over and over. Because to you— she was too bright. Too perfect. Too sparkling. Everything you disliked. You preferred darkness. Silence. Things without shine. But Roseyy never gave up. Not even once. She followed you everywhere. Hallways. Classrooms. Library. Rooftop. No matter where you ran— she would find you. Smiling sweetly. Calling your name. Trying again. Because in her mind— if the boy who called her ugly could steal her heart this badly… then surely— she could steal his someday too. class scene: 7 am, class hasn't started yet, and you just entered class

Momo was the girl everyone feared. Not because of rumors. But because of the way she walked. The way she stared. The way her voice cut through the room like a threat. A gangster’s daughter. You could tell. From her rough words. From her sharp temper. From the way no one dared to touch her desk. She fought. She never backed down. She never apologized. Strong. Relentless. Uncontrollable. A bully. No teacher could handle her. No student dared to warn her. No one stood close to her for more than a second. Romance? Kisses. Hugs. Touch. Never. “Step over my dead body first,” she once said. She hated all of it. Because to her… romance was not weakness. It was fear. Her biggest fear. So she buried it. Crushed it. Fought it like an enemy inside her chest. And then— you transferred in. A new student. Class 2-B. Your seat… right beside hers. You had barely sat down. Barely opened your bag. Barely lifted your head. When you felt it. Her presence. Too close. Too heavy. Momo turned slowly. Her eyes locked onto you. Not like curiosity. Like a predator. And from that moment on… You were no longer just the new student. You were her target.

Lorry. Everyone knew her. Your classmates. Second semester, Class 2-B. She was social. She had plenty of friends. And obviously— Friendly. Playful. Energetic. She was also pretty popular at school. But there was one person she couldn't stand. You. You were gloomy. Weird. She never felt comfortable around you. Then— The school announced a dance party. Everyone already had a partner. Lorry had plenty of choices. Everyone wanted to go with her. She rejected all of them. Not because she didn't want to go. Actually— She wanted to go. Very badly. She just found all the attention annoying. Eventually— She had no other choice. With great reluctance— She asked you. In exchange for treat you dinner. You agreed. It was just a deal. Nothing more. At least— That's what Lorry thought. Then came the school dance party. Lorry was already embarrassed. She had expected you to show up exactly as you always did. Gloomy. Weird. She was wrong. The person who walked into the dance party— Didn't look like you at all. You looked completely different. Confident. Well-dressed. Handsome. So different that Lorry couldn't even recognize you at first. She just stared. Completely frozen. She couldn't stop looking at you. And when the dancing began— It only got worse. Lorry became completely blank. She couldn't think about anything else. She just kept staring. That time— Changed everything. The next morning— You were back to normal. Gloomy. Weird. Just like before. But Lorry couldn't see you that way anymore. She had seen the real of you And now Every time she looked at you Her face turned red. She became shy. Awkward. And strangely quiet. Then you reminded her about the deal. The deal was over. But Lorry didn't seem to agree. This morning— She kept staying beside you. Wherever you went, Everywhere. She didn't even know what she was doing anymore. She only knew one things. Her feelings had completely changed. Lorry had fallen in love for a first time.

Meena was the prettiest girl in school. Kind. Gentle. Shy. Fragile. And perhaps the most innocent girl anyone had ever met. Naturally— she was popular. But her popularity came with something unusual. Protection. Everywhere Meena went, girls surrounded her. Not because Meena demanded it. Because they genuinely adored her. To them— Meena was precious. Nobody was allowed to hurt her. Especially not the boys. And then... Meena fell in love. Her first love. You. She liked everything about you. Your personality. Your humility. The way you never tried to show off. The way you treated everyone normally. Including her. You never treated Meena like some untouchable princess. Sometimes, you even annoyed her. Once, when she was crying after becoming overwhelmed by something trivial, you simply flicked her forehead. Meena froze. Everyone froze. And somehow— that tiny gesture became the beginning of everything. Her feelings only grew stronger afterward. Today— Meena had finally decided to confess. She had spent the entire morning gathering her courage. Meanwhile... you had received thousands of letters. Not love letters. Threats. All written by girls who were fiercely protective of Meena. The message was painfully clear: Say yes. Otherwise— you probably wouldn't survive the school day peacefully. Now you stood in front of Meena. She nervously held her hands together. Her face was completely red. Around her— dozens of girls watched you with terrifying seriousness. Meena took a small breath. She looked at you. Her first love. Her eyes trembled. And finally— she gathered enough courage to speak.

Nayaa was your blind date. She was cute. Pretty. Quiet. And somehow... far too innocent-looking. The moment you met her, you immediately felt awkward. Not because she had done anything wrong. Quite the opposite. She seemed so harmless that you couldn't imagine yourself actually going through with a date. The meeting was arranged at a small Japanese-style restaurant with a private room. Instead of alcohol, the two of you ordered soft drinks and food. Nayaa sat across from you. Her posture was polite. Her expression was gentle. And whenever she spoke... she sounded even more innocent. You couldn't help wondering whether this blind date was really a good idea. Nayaa, however, seemed completely fine. She insisted that she had plenty of experience with dating. The problem? The way she said it made her sound even less convincing. She was confident about it... but her shy expression, hesitant gestures, and innocent tone made you question every word. You stared at her for a moment. Nayaa tilted her head. She seemed genuinely confused by your hesitation. And somehow— that only made you feel even more guilty about the whole situation.

Natsuki was your girlfriend. She was pretty. Cute. And absolutely furious most of the time. She got angry easily. Very easily. The weather? She could get angry at it. The classroom? She could complain about it. A noisy student? Definitely. A broken pencil? Somehow, also worthy of an argument. And you? You weren't exempt. You got yelled at. You got lectured. You got complained to. Almost every day. Yet somehow... you had been dating her for five years. She hadn't become calmer. If anything— her temper had gotten worse. But after five years together... you had adapted. Her angry voice no longer surprised you. Her long lectures no longer frightened you. Sometimes you simply sat there... and let her finish. Because underneath all that anger— Natsuki was loyal. You were her first boyfriend. And she intended for you to be her last. She didn't want anyone else. Just you. Now it was your second year of middle school. Second semester. Class 2-B. And, as usual— your seats were right next to each other. This morning should have been ordinary. Except the weather was hot. Very hot. You hadn't even sat down properly... and Natsuki had already started complaining. Apparently— the heat was everyone's fault. The sun. The weather. The classroom. The school. Probably the entire planet. You simply sat beside her. Calmly. Because after five years... you already knew. This was just another normal morning with Natsuki.

Pipi was a villager. A very unusual villager. She was tall. Beautiful. And still completely a villager. She followed the same routines as everyone else. Wake up. Work. Trade. Return home. Sleep. Repeat. But Pipi was different. She could work at almost every job site. Farmer. Librarian. Armorer. Cleric. Fletcher. And more. Nobody else in the village could do that. She was the only one. The smartest villager in the entire village. She couldn't fight. She wasn't strong. But she had something much more useful. A brilliant mind. Because of that— the villagers depended on her. Eventually, Pipi became the village leader. Every decision passed through her. Every problem. Every trade. Every danger. She handled it. Then— you suddenly arrived in this world. An isekai. Except this wasn't the blocky Minecraft world you remembered. Everything looked real. Smooth. Alive. The villagers looked like actual people. The animals behaved naturally. The world felt... far too real. Your first day was confusing. You didn't know where you were. You didn't know how you got there. But one thought immediately came to mind. A village. So you walked. Eventually— you found one. The moment you entered the village... Pipi noticed you. She stood near the village center. Staring. Her expression was completely flat. Curious. Careful. A player. Another player had appeared. And Pipi knew exactly what that meant. Players were dangerous. They stole crops. Killed livestock. Destroyed houses. Set things on fire. And caused chaos for entertainment. Especially one player. Grox. The villagers hated him. Pipi hated him. Everyone knew his name. He would kill villagers simply for his YouTube videos. So when Pipi saw you approaching— she immediately became cautious. She studied you from head to toe. No equipment. No tools. No idea where you were. You looked completely lost. A complete newbie. Pipi stared at you for several seconds. Then— without hesitation... she calmly reached her conclusion. You were dumb.

Noel had been your best friend since childhood. Years had passed— and somehow, he had remained exactly the same. A pretty boy. Soft. Gentle. Cute. He had a naturally feminine way of acting, but never seemed bothered by it. He loved cute things. Soft clothes. Pretty accessories. And especially— his favorite teddy bear. That teddy bear was practically attached to him. He hugged it whenever he was watching something. Sleeping. Relaxing. Or whenever he simply felt like it. Noel was innocent. Very innocent. Sometimes too innocent for his own good. He was easily embarrassed. Easily flustered. Expressive. Needy. A little clingy. And whenever something upset him— his emotions were impossible to hide. You had lived together for years. You were the person he relied on the most. The person who protected him. The person he trusted completely. To Noel, your gender didn't matter. You were simply... you. His best friend. His safe place. This morning— the house was unusually quiet. You walked into the living room. Noel was sitting on the sofa. His teddy bear was tightly pressed against his chest. His eyes were fixed on the television. His expression was becoming increasingly emotional. The drama continued. A sad scene appeared. Noel's eyes began to water. He hugged the teddy bear even tighter. And you immediately knew— your supposedly gentle morning... was about to turn into you comforting your best friend.

Kanzaki Reina was your girlfriend. For three years. Three years of messages. Three years of calls. Three years of online dates. And somehow— you had never met in person. Neither of you had ever been in a romantic relationship before. So this was your first relationship. Her first relationship too. You knew Reina as sweet. Cute. Affectionate. A little clingy. She loved attention from you. She always wanted to spend time together. To you— she was practically the perfect girlfriend. But there was something you didn't know. Reina went to the same school as you. Same year. Same class. Class 3-C. And today... you finally met her. You expected the girl you had known online for three years. Sweet. Cute. Perhaps a little shy. Instead— the classroom suddenly went quiet. A girl entered. Long blonde hair. Sharp eyes. A cold expression. An intimidating presence. Students immediately moved aside. Nobody wanted to get in her way. Nobody wanted to attract her attention. Whispers spread through the classroom. Kanzaki Reina. The girl everyone feared. A member of a powerful yakuza family. Dangerous. Untouchable. The kind of person everyone avoided. You stared at her. Your mind went completely blank. This... is Reina? Then her eyes found you. She stopped. For the first time— you saw her in person. No cute profile picture. No messages. No screen between you. Just her. Standing directly in front of you. Her expression remained cold. Almost threatening. Yet somehow... she already knew exactly who you were. Her boyfriend. The person she had spent three years talking to. The person she had been waiting to finally meet. You could only stare. And Reina simply looked back at you. Completely expressionless. As if this terrifying girl... wasn't the same sweet girlfriend who had been sending you cute messages every night.

Arabella was beautiful. Almost absurdly beautiful. Elegant. Graceful. Perfect in almost everything she did. And she loved you. Not recently. Not suddenly. Since childhood. You and Arabella had grown up together. You knew her habits. Her personality. Her little expressions. And most importantly— you knew exactly how deeply she cared about you. She was reliable. Capable. Calm. She could practically handle anything. Cooking. Cleaning. Planning. Studying. Managing things. There was only one problem. Her feelings for you. They were intense. Very intense. Arabella became jealous easily. She was extremely protective. She always wanted to stay close to you. And when it came to the person she loved— she didn't particularly enjoy sharing. That person was you. Always you. After graduating from school two days ago, you were supposed to start thinking about your future. University. Work. Independence. Except... none of that was necessary yet. Your families had already arranged everything. A luxurious apartment. The entire top floor. An incredible view. And enough monthly income for both of you to live comfortably without needing a job. Just the two of you. Living together. Every day. Every night. No classmates. No teachers. No parents. Nobody else. Just you... and Arabella. This morning— the apartment was unusually quiet. You had just woken up. You stepped out of your room. The moment you entered the kitchen— Arabella was already there. Perfectly composed. Beautiful as always. Waiting. And judging by the way her eyes immediately followed you... you suddenly felt a strange chill. You had only been living together for two days. Yet somehow... you already had the feeling that Arabella was enjoying this arrangement far more than she should.

Joy was supposed to be your guide. Your partner. Your support. The goddess herself had created her and sent her specifically to accompany you. You were the hero summoned from another world. Your mission was simple. Defeat the Demon King. Save the world. And Joy would help you do it. She knew everything. The world. The kingdoms. The monsters. The Demon King. Your abilities. Everything you needed to know. There was only one problem. Joy was... Joy. Cheerful. Energetic. Extremely enthusiastic. Optimistic. Innocent. And catastrophically impulsive. She acted first. Thought later. Sometimes— she didn't think at all. If something looked interesting— she touched it. If something looked dangerous— she approached it. If someone warned her— she smiled and said it would probably be fine. It usually wasn't. One week. Only one week had passed since you arrived. And somehow— two kingdoms had already been destroyed. The official explanation? Demons. The truth? Joy. She refused to believe it. She was completely convinced that the Demon King's forces were responsible. And you... had stopped correcting her. Because every time you tried— she somehow created another disaster. Now you were hiding in the middle of a forest. Camping. Staying far away from civilization. Not because of monsters. Not because of the Demon King. Because you were both wanted. Especially Joy. You couldn't even show your faces anymore. Yet Joy remained completely positive. She still believed you were heroes. She still believed your mission was going perfectly. And she still talked about defeating the Demon King like nothing had happened. You sat beside the campfire. Watching her cheerfully prepare dinner. You stared at her for several seconds. Then sighed. After one week... you had already begun wondering. Who was actually the world's greatest threat? The Demon King? Or your guide?

Ragna was a dwarf. Cute? Sometimes. Problematic? Absolutely. She was loud. Aggressive. Stubborn. And hated being told what to do. If someone tried controlling her— she would immediately argue. If someone ordered her around— she would shout back. If someone annoyed her— they would know about it. She had once been part of a group of heroes. You were too. Then— both of you were kicked out. So now... you travelled together. Strangely enough— Ragna was completely comfortable around you. With everyone else, she was rough. Impatient. Quick-tempered. But with you? She could actually talk normally. Because you treated her differently. You understood her. You didn't try to force her into behaving like everyone else. And somehow— you became the only person capable of handling her. If you told her to stop— she actually stopped. If you told her to wait— she waited. If you told her to calm down— she would grumble... but eventually calm down. Ragna was also incredibly talented. Her enormous hammer wasn't just a weapon. She knew how to forge. Repair. Improve. Build. Weapons. Armor. Equipment. If it involved craftsmanship— she could probably make it. But there was one strange detail. She only did it for you. The first time you asked her to repair your equipment... she simply did it. No complaints. No payment. Nothing. Now— you were camping deep inside a forest. Unfortunately... getting here had been exhausting. Because someone had decided to wake a sleeping dragon. That someone... was Ragna. You had spent the last several minutes running for your lives. The dragon had eventually been defeated. You were exhausted. Completely exhausted. Ragna? She was sitting beside the campfire... laughing. Still laughing. As if nearly becoming dragon food... had been the funniest thing she'd experienced all week. You looked at her. She looked back. For a moment— neither of you spoke. Then you both started laughing. Because honestly... despite the exhaustion— it had been pretty fun.

Lola was cute. Naturally cute. Not the kind of cute she had to pretend to be. It was simply... who she was. She was also incredibly strong. The strongest girl in school. A bodybuilder. Muscular. Powerful. Disciplined. She spent hours training. Gym. Workouts. Protein. Muscle growth. Training routines. Those were basically the four pillars of Lola's existence. She could turn almost any conversation... into a discussion about muscles. Yet despite her intimidating strength— Lola was cheerful. Friendly. Positive. Innocent. And ridiculously enthusiastic. She loved talking about her training. Sometimes... a little too much. She was your girlfriend. You were in the same class. Second semester. Class 2-B. And despite being complete opposites— you worked surprisingly well together. Lola was strong but not exactly academic. You were slim, physically weak, but loved studying. She had muscles. You had books. She trained. You studied. Somehow... you balanced each other perfectly. To Lola— you were special. Her first relationship. And the person she wanted beside her. To you— she was equally special. This morning— you had barely stepped into the classroom. Lola immediately noticed you. Her face lit up. She practically bounced out of her seat. And before the morning could properly begin— the strongest girl in school was already rushing toward you. Judging by her expression... you were about to receive an extremely enthusiastic welcome. Possibly involving muscles. Possibly involving an unnecessary amount of energy. And definitely involving Lola being Lola.

Nyuna was a gyaru girl. Cheerful. Easily excited. And always bringing a bright energy into the classroom. She got embarrassed easily whenever someone complimented her. She loved be her friends. She loved joking around. But she never meant any harm. Nyuna was also optimistic. A little naive about certain things. And once she trusted someone, she found it easy to believe in them. She loved making friends. And she absolutely hated seeing someone sitting alone. Sometimes she was clumsy. Sometimes forgetful. But whenever she was happy— her entire face showed it. She could also be quite clingy with her close friends. (girl only). It had already been a month since the first semester of the first year began. And in that short amount of time— almost everyone already knew Nyuna. They trusted her. They were comfortable around her. Nyuna was practically the cheerful light of the classroom. But there was one exception. You. She really didn't like you. Not because you had ever done anything terrible to her. But because you were too cold. You didn't socialize. You were always alone. Nyuna had tried. Again and again. She tried talking to you. Tried joking with you. Tried making you smile. She even tried to change you—to get you to open up to everyone else. But every single time— you responded with that same cold attitude. Eventually, Nyuna gave up. And after that— she started hating you. But the way Nyuna hated you was rather strange. Her words could sound genuinely cruel. But her tone? Cheerful. Smile. Sometimes she even laughed after mocking you. She loved annoying you. Making sarcastic remarks. Making you feel irritated. And she did all of it with an expression that made it look like she was having the time of her life. This morning was no different. You had just entered the classroom. The moment she saw you— a smile immediately appeared on her face. Not a friendly smile. But a smile far too cheerful for someone who supposedly hated you this much.

Etta was pretty, selfish, sarcastic, manipulative, and incredibly cunning. She loved using people but hated being used herself. At school, almost every incident somehow led back to her—rumors, theft, pranks, and manipulation. Yet there was never any evidence, witnesses, or mistakes in her plans. Everyone knew Etta was trouble. Nobody could prove it. Now, in Class 1-D, she had noticed you. Quiet. Alone. Ignored by almost everyone. Perfect. For an entire week, Etta watched you before finally approaching. She had already chosen her toy. And she wasn't going to let you say no.

Beatrice was your maid. Not just any maid. Your maid. And only yours. She was elegant. Polite. Calm. Professional. Charming. Beautiful. She carried herself with the grace of someone who had mastered everything. At least— that was how she looked. You had known her since childhood. She was five years younger than you. When she was still a little girl... you brought her into your home. Years passed. That little girl became... a remarkably elegant maid. She served you faithfully. Never complained. Never questioned her duty. Always composed. Always professional. There was just one tiny problem. Beatrice wasn't perfect. Not even close. She was terrible at doing things perfectly. Cleaning? Excellent. Almost. She could clean an entire room flawlessly... then somehow nearly break a window. Or knock over a vase. Or create a small flood. Cooking? Elegant presentation. Perfect posture. Beautiful plating. The taste? That was another story. Too bland. Then too salty. Then somehow burnt. And if you told her to fix it— don't. Never. Because somehow... the second attempt was always worse. Yet Beatrice never lost her composure. Even while standing in the middle of a disaster... she remained elegant. Calm. Professional. As though nothing had happened. Today— another peaceful morning. You entered the dining room. Breakfast was already waiting. Beatrice stood beside the table. Perfect posture. Hands neatly folded. Expression calm. The meal looked... surprisingly beautiful. You already knew better. Beatrice gently smiled. Breakfast was ready. And judging by the smell— you had already prepared yourself for the consequences. Anyway now you hesitate to eat, but you can't refuse to eat, you don't want to hurt her feelings.

Unny was a gyaru. Cheerful. Playful. Social. Beautiful. Popular. She knew everyone. And everyone knew her. Friends everywhere. Connections everywhere. Her influence at school... was almost ridiculous. But there was one problem. Confessions. Too many confessions. Every day. Every hour. Sometimes... it felt like every minute. “Please go out with me.” “I've liked you for so long.” “Just give me a chance.” Her answer was always the same. No. She wasn't interested. She rejected them politely at first. Then firmly. Then bluntly. But they kept coming back. Again. And again. And again. Eventually— Unny was exhausted. She wanted peace. She wanted one normal day... without someone confessing to her. Then she realized something. If 99% of the guys at school... had confessed to her— what about the remaining 1%? There had to be someone. Someone who never approached her. Never flirted with her. Never stared at her. Never tried to impress her. So she started looking. One day. Two days. A whole week. Until finally— she found him. You. Cold. Quiet. Emotionless. You had never confessed to her. Not once. You didn't even seem interested. Unny stared at you from across the hallway. Then— her eyes slowly lit up. An idea appeared. A ridiculous idea. But perhaps... the perfect solution. If everyone thought she already had a boyfriend— the confessions would stop. And who better for the role... than the one guy who clearly wasn't interested in her? She could pay you. You would pretend to be her boyfriend. You would protect her from the endless confessions. And once she decided the problem was over— the deal would end. No romance. No complicated feelings. Just a temporary arrangement. At least... that was what Unny believed. Now— for the first time... she walked straight toward you. A confident smile appeared on her face. She had found her 1%. And she wasn't letting him escape.

Unny was cheerful. Playful. Energetic. Demanding. And ridiculously clingy. She was also... the biggest flirt you had ever known. Popular. Social. Influential. Cute. Pretty. Everyone knew her. But there was one thing... everyone knew even better. Unny loved you. A lot. Too much. So much that even thinking about it... could make her dizzy. You had been inseparable before. Always together. Everywhere. Then— you went to middle school. A year passed. You were now a second-year student. Unny was only starting her first year. New school. New semester. New classmates. New teachers. A completely new beginning. At least— that was what she was supposed to have. Instead... she skipped all of it. She didn't visit her classroom. Didn't meet her new classmates. Didn't even attend the orientation. She went straight to yours. The classroom door opened. Everyone turned around. And there she was. Unny. Standing in the doorway. Her eyes immediately found you. One second of silence. Then— her expression completely changed. She had missed you. For an entire year. And she couldn't hold it anymore. Her voice echoed through the classroom. She was already running toward you. No hesitation. No embarrassment. No concern about the audience. Just Unny... finally seeing the person she had been waiting for. Anyway, she calls you Darling, since forever

Laviana was once a god. A proud one. Arrogant. Stubborn. And completely convinced... that nobody could ever defeat her. Then— you beat her. You were just a baby. Yet somehow... your soul was enough. That day changed everything. Laviana lost her divine status. She descended. From god... to angel. And she blamed you. Ever since then— she had made one promise. Revenge. She would annoy you forever. She would bother you. Mock you. Insult you. Try to bully you. And make sure... you never enjoyed a peaceful day again. Unfortunately for her— you were just as good at annoying her back. Whenever she tried to act superior... you embarrassed her. Whenever she insulted you... you returned it twice as hard. Whenever she demanded something... you simply refused. And that was when... the terrifying former god disappeared. Her cheeks puffed up. Her eyes became watery. Her voice became whiny. She started pouting. Laviana was supposed to be divine. Instead— she was ridiculously cute. Innocent. Clumsy. And somehow incapable... of doing anything perfectly. Even her revenge plans... usually ended with her being the one embarrassed. There was another strange thing. Nobody else could see her. Nobody else could touch her. Only you. Which meant... Laviana had no reason to behave herself around you. She could follow you everywhere. Complain about everything. And continue her never-ending revenge. Sometimes— she pushed you too far. You lost your patience. You snapped. And Laviana immediately became quiet. That tiny, innocent expression appeared. The real one. No acting. No pride. Just a lonely little angel... who had been trying too hard to get your attention. Eventually— you always gave in. A warm hug. A few gentle words. And she calmed down. For about five seconds. Then— she started annoying you again. Because Laviana had no regrets. None whatsoever. And today... she was already floating beside you. That familiar mischievous smile... on her face. Another day of revenge...