contains slight ahnko and wonnako bcs why not

Hard as rock, cold like ice, straight as ruler, the mighty Kim Chaewon only titles.

And that was the thing a mochi-like girl has been hearing for the past two months since she got transferred here.

At first, Hitomi didn't know why such a girl should be a big deal in this school. Until time reveals that she was the vice president of the student council, could do pretty much anything, and a straight A's student.

The school's it girl.

The school queenka? If you say so. Nobody could touch her unless you were her mom or Eunbi the president or the bestfriend, Minjoo. That way, you were completely hopeless, so better stay on the sideline.

Hitomi was completely fine with all the unspoken rules, but the problem was she keeps on having an untypical encounter with this girl. It drives her crazy.

She could go from being mad to a fluttering mess to be pissed off and back to feel all soft inside. How the heck she manages.

-

Hitomi was waiting for Nako at the park near her apartment complex. It was past 9 pm and the place could be seen rather empty with only a few of the lamps were . As well as the small street across her.

From the corner of her eyes, she could see two men ride a motorcycle with a loud engine sound about to pass by. Their all-black way of clothing sends shiver to her petite frame. She puffs her cheek, what took Nako so long.

"Are you separated from your mom? Should I send you home, little girl? It's almost curfew time."

Hitomi could hear someone talks near her. She doesn't know if there was a kid with her too in the park so she keeps mum on her bench.

"Hey, kid."

Now Hitomi was curious about where the kid could be. She turns her head looking around for the kid but the park was empty.

"Hey, it's you."

Hitomi feels a tap on her shoulder, "w-what?"

How rude of this person to be dare enough to call her a kid. Being called as a kid was the least someone could do to her.

It was unforgiven sin in the deepest pit of hell. Hitomi doesn't care, she may look fluffy outside but she was a fearless mothaa.

No one deals with her for this matter after she had beaten up several kids back in junior high. She has been the baddest female in the block but this person has no shame, that's also being the reason why she has befriended Nako, the smol rascal in the form of a lovely student.

Oh yeah, that was in Japan.

She slaps the lingering hand on her shoulder. After subtle attempt to properly stands, she faces the person and shout at her without a second thought.

"What the do you mean by kid when I'm a ing 18 year old," her gaze doesn't waver. The person seems to be shocked by her harsh words and all.

But this tough mochi girl suddenly panics at the sight before her. Out of all the people why she must encounter and cursed at this girl, at Kim Chaewon who happens to appear so charming with a mere plain shirt and jeans with a baseball cap. Damn.

. I'm screwed.

"I-I'm sorry, s-senpai I-I mean s-s-sunbaenim," Hitomi bows her head low, hiding her reddened face.

Embarrassment, she would be dead of it. And a Honda never stutter but what the heck was going on with her freezing brain.

From all the reaction this world could offer, Hitomi heard a lovely chuckle instead. She looks up and Chaewon could be seen enjoying her moment.

"W-what?"

"Huh, that was funny," Chaewon wipes her single tear from too much laughing, "I guess I don't need to worry then. I just met the real thug. And I guess the other thug has arrived," she points out with her thumb the direction from where Nako was coming, who apparently walks to their direction, looking all confused.

"Hey, Nako," Chaewon greets the little girl.

"Mmm, hello too to Chaewon-unnie?"

"I have to go then, see you around in school."

Nako gives them a questioning look asking for an explanation. All the while Hitomi doesn't feel like to talk at all. She wants to dig a hole and just burry herself in or passing out and never wake up.

After Chaewon left, Nako turns herself, fully putting her attention to her. The tilted head urges Hitomi to talk.

"I don't know either, Nako," she sighs.

-

Hitomi would go home rather late. She was asked by a librarian kid to replace her shift. Despite the class duty she has in the afternoon, Hitomi eventually agreed on it.

In exchange for a week full of free bread.

She was currently with Nako, each carries a box full of old assignments they need to bring to the library.

"Oh. Sunbaenim, let me carry it for you," a footsteps grow closer from behind them. Hitomi, confidently thought the person would help her since her box was much bigger than what Nako has.

Instead of getting a help, nothing has changed even after Nako already walks ahead of her with a tall kid.

"Thanks, Yujin. Come on, Hiichan."

The kid next to Nako wears a -eating grin with a deep dimple on each cheek. What's wrong with this kid?

-

Nako went home earlier. She was left alone, literally alone in the whole school since the library will be closed the last by the security.

She was surprised when one of the lamps suddenly went out. Damn. She might get into a fight with human but ghost was a big no-no.

It was late autumn and the sky was already pretty dark. She walks out the library in a rush, hoping that she doesn't leave anything behind.

The empty hallway makes each of her steps echoes. Even her breathing could be heard loudly.

The city may still bustle with life but there is only her, on the 3rd floor, at 7 in the afternoon. To make it worse, the school's elevator was turned off already so she has to take the stairs.

If she makes a turn and decides to take the main stairs then she must pass through the dark, empty classes along the hallway.

And the closest stairs was in the emergency exit.

She hurriedly walks ahead to the emergency door. With a dim light as a company, she increases her pace. Still, why does it feel so long to reach the first floor when she nearly runs for her life.

Hitomi halts her step when suddenly there was a loud whistling sound. She hardly bits her lower lip. One floor again, one floor away, come one walk, Hitomi. Her feet stuck on the stairs. She feels a strong gravity doesn't allow her to move.

Cold sweat began to emerge from her temples. Her heartbeat was irregular and for the first time, she wants to cry out.

From the corner of her eye, from the bottom of the stairs, she could see long, wrinkled fingers as if climbing toward her feet; white, pale, and long nails.

She was ready to shut her eyes when suddenly the emergency stairs' door opened. Her eyes wide open and the slender fingers disappeared.

"Hitomi? Are you okay?"

Oh for th