Rio’s out here bleeding herself dry for Hina, catching absolute hell from the teacher’s punishment rod while stressing over her girl slowly turning into a whole different person thanks to Yua’s influence. Then Hina drops the remarks: “Sorry, Yua said I can’t talk.” Just like that, their bond dissolves quicker than sugar in hot tea. Rio watches her walk away, heart crumbling like a stale cookie, thinking “bruh, not even a little love for me?”
But Rio’s stubborn as a mule with an attitude problem. She summons Yua to the gym storage, ready to settle the score. Except Yua strolls in like she owns the place, zero hesitation, corners Rio against the wall faster than a shark chasing chum, classic kabedon. That grin inching closer? Rio’s froze up tighter than a popsicle in Antarctica, brain glitching harder than a corrupted save file, completely paralyzed.
