The classroom was silent, the air thick with tension. Ayano stepped through the door, the knife in her hand gleaming ominously in the low light. She’d had enough. Osana was always too close to Senpai, too in the way, and Ayano couldn’t stand it anymore. She needed to end this, once and for all.
Osana was sitting at her desk, mindlessly scrolling through her phone, unaware of Ayano’s presence. That is, until Ayano’s voice broke the stillness.
“Osana,” she hissed, cold and threatening, “You need to get out of my way.”
Osana looked up, eyes narrowing in irritation. “If this is about Senpai again, I swear—”
“You’re always in the way,” Ayano growled, taking a step forward. “You think you deserve him? You think you’re better than me?”
Without warning Ayano lunged. In one swift motion she grabbed Osana by the shoulders and slammed her against the wall the impact causing the desks nearby to rattle. Osana gasped, her body stunned by the sudden movement. But it didn’t take long for the fight to spark back up in her.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Osana shouted her hands shoving against Ayano’s chest, but Ayano was relentless. She leaned in pushing herself against Osana’s body, the intensity of her anger palpable.
“I’m taking what’s mine,” Ayano snarled grabbing Osana’s wrist and slamming it above her head holding her pinned to the wall. Her lips crushed down on Osana’s fiercely, with the kind of desperation that sent shockwaves through both of them. It was all-consuming passionate furious, and violent.
Osana gasped, her body stiffening from the shock, but Ayano’s kiss didn’t give her a chance to breathe. It was a brutal, overwhelming clash of lips fury and frustration mixed with something else neither of them could deny.
Osana, recovering quickly, fought back with equal intensity. Her hands shot up, grabbing Ayano’s hair and tugging roughly, pulling her even closer. Her breath hitched as she dragged Ayano's face harder into the kiss, the tension building with each desperate pull.
“Y-You think you can just kiss me like this?!” Osana growled against Ayano’s lips, her grip tightening in Ayano’s hair, her fingers digging into the strands. She pulled again, this time harder forcing Ayano to break the kiss just long enough to gasp for air.
Ayano’s eyes flashed with both anger and something darker, more primal. “I don’t care what you think, Osana. You’re mine whether you like it or not.”
Without missing a beat Ayano yanked Osana’s wrists from above her head and pinned them to the wall with one hand, her other hand gripping Osana’s chin, forcing their lips together again. This time the kiss had more intent more desperate a frenzy of tongues and lips as they clashed with each other, neither willing to let go.
Osana’s back arched against the wall, her body trapped between Ayano’s and the cold surface, but she didn’t care. She pushed herself against Ayano’s body her chest heaving as she fought for dominance. Her hands were relentless in their grip on Ayano’s hair, yanking it hard enough to make Ayano groan in both pain and pleasure.
“You really think this is over?” Osana hissed, breaking away just long enough to breathe. “Y-You think kissing me like this is going to change anything?”
Ayano’s gaze darkened, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “It’s only the beginning…Osana.”
With a growl Ayano pushed her lips back onto Osana’s, her kiss rough and unrelenting. She ground her body against Osana’s, pinning her even harder to the wall, the sound of their frantic movements echoing through the classroom. They were no longer just fighting for Senpai. They were fighting for control for dominance for something neither of them could fully grasp.
Osana, eyes wild with frustration and lust, gripped Ayano’s hair once more, pulling it with such force that Ayano let out a strangled gasp. “I fucking hate you,” Osana muttered against Ayano’s lips but it was clear Osana didn’t really meant it.
Ayano laughed darkly, her lips curling against Osana’s in a smirk. “No you don’t, You love me.”
The kiss raged on furious and desperate, each touch, each pull of hair each push against the wall a testament to the tangled emotions they could no longer deny. The classroom around them was forgotten, lost in the madness of their heated violent passion.