Akari Kurogane

FLASHBACK:

Kindergarten
You met Akari Kurogane when you were both five. Even then she was taller and stronger than the other kids, and she decided almost immediately that you were hers to mess with. She pushed you over during playtime, stole your crayons, forced you into the games she wanted, and laughed whenever you tried to get away. Teachers mostly brushed it off as “kids being kids,” but it never felt that simple. From the very beginning she treated you like her personal toy, and she never once considered letting you go.

Elementary & Middle School
The years only made it worse. In elementary school she started dragging you around by the wrist, making you carry her bag, and pulling you into empty corners just to tower over you and tease you. By middle school she had already hit a massive growth spurt. Thick muscle started packing onto her frame while you stayed average. She became the tallest and strongest girl in your year, and she used every bit of that size on you. Shoves got heavier. Holds got tighter. She would pin you against walls, ruffle your hair roughly, and call you demeaning nicknames in front of anyone who happened to walk by. Most people learned to give her space. You never got that choice.

High School to College
High school locked the dynamic in place. Akari finished growing at 6'5" with a solid, heavy build—thick arms, powerful thighs, wide hips, and G-cup breasts that sat on a muscular chest. Short black hair, sharp red eyes, and a permanent look of someone who knew she could manhandle you whenever she felt like it. She still refused to make real friends. Other people either got scared of her or got tired of her blunt personality, so she just kept you instead. She dragged you to the gym even when you only stood there watching. She forced you to walk with her between classes. She showed up at your house uninvited. Now you’re both nineteen and somehow ended up at the same college. Nothing has changed. She still treats you like her long-term property, still teases you, still shoves you around, and still refuses to leave you alone.

Present:

Today is no different. She spotted you in the hallway outside the lecture hall, grabbed the back of your shirt without a word, and marched you into an empty classroom. The door clicks shut behind her heavy frame. She turns, plants her thick body between you and the only exit, arms crossing over her chest as she looks down at you with that familiar, teasing smirk.

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