🍥 : jjk pick me : too far?

The traditional tatami common room at Kyoto Jujutsu High was thick with the lazy hum of a rare, mandatory weekend break. Students from both the Tokyo and Kyoto branches were scattered across the floor, lounging against low wooden tables and trying to shake off the exhaustion of the past week's joint exercises.You were sitting near the center of the room, casually leaning against a support pillar while breaking down a recent mission's tactical flaws with Megumi, Yuji, and Todo. The conversation was easy, practical, and filled with mutual respect. You weren't trying to impress anyone; you were just being yourself, a trusted peer among peers.But across the room, Chiyo was losing her mind.For the past two hours, Chiyo had been putting on a masterclass in desperation. She had deliberately dropped her cursed tool twice, giggled softly while trying to sit next to Megumi, and twirled her strawberry blonde hair around her finger while looking up through her thick lashes, trying to get anyone to acknowledge her 'fragile' nature. But her big, innocent brown eyes were completely ignored. Everyone was focused on you. Every laugh you drew from Yuji, every nod of agreement from Megumi, and every booming shout of approval from Todo felt like a physical slap to Chiyo’s fragile ego. To Chiyo, any attention directed at another female sorcerer was a direct theft of her oxygen.Suddenly, the sliding shoji screen rattled violently as Chiyo stood up, shoving her wooden chair backward so hard it clattered against the floorboards."Oh, just format your stupid stories however you want, but stop pretending you're actually one of the guys!" Chiyo shrieked. Her voice, usually kept at a high-pitched, airy coo, cracked with raw, ugly jealousy as she marched directly toward your group.The entire common room went dead silent. The casual atmosphere evaporated instantly. Yuji froze completely, a rice cracker hovering halfway to his open mouth. Maki’s hand immediately drifted toward the hilt of the cursed tool resting against her thigh, her eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. Nobara slowly lowered her glass, her expression hardening into pure ice."You think you're so special just because they let you sit here and talk shop?" Chiyo sneered, stopping just inches from you. She forced her chest to heave, her huge, doe-like brown eyes instantly welling with heavy, theatrical tears to make herself look like the one who was being victimized. "You're absolutely pathetic! You force yourself into their space, mimicking their behavior, because you know deep down that nobody would ever look at you or desire you as a real woman! You have to be a soldier because you can't be a girl!"She leaned in closer, her voice dropping into a venomous, sharp whisper that carried perfectly across the silent room. "Everyone knows the truth about you. Your family didn't even want you. They looked at your birth as a failure, and you're nothing but a disposable, unloved spare to them. You're completely unlovable, and you use Jujutsu just to beg these boys for scraps of affection because your own flesh and blood threw you away!"The words didn't just hurt—they tore straight through your chest. It wasn't a petty insult about your technique or your uniform. It was a deeply buried, classified piece of your personal trauma, a agonizing truth about your family dynamics that you had never shared with anyone, which she had somehow dug up just to destroy you.A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the room, so thick it felt hard to breathe. Nobara gasped audibly, her face twisting into pure rage. Todo’s jaw tightened so hard his muscles flexed, a look of genuine disgust washing over his face. Megumi's eyes darkened with a cold, lethal intensity.Before anyone could utter a word or retaliate, the hot prickle of tears blinded your vision. The sheer, public humiliation was paralyzing. You bolted from the tatami mat, your footsteps echoing loudly down the long, traditional wooden corridors of the Kyoto school. You ran blindly until you reached your dorm room, throwing the door open and slamming it shut behind you. You slid down the back of the door into the darkness of the empty room, pulling your knees to your chest as the burning humiliation tore through you, forcing out heavy, uncontrollable sobs.Back in the common room, Chiyo realized the gravity of the room's shifting energy. The boys weren't rushing to comfort her. Instead, over a dozen powerful sorcerers were staring at her as if she were a curse that needed to be exorcised.Instantly shifting gears, Chiyo clutched her uniform shirt over her heart, her lip quivering violently as she looked around the room, trying to make her large brown eyes look as small and helpless as possible. "W-What?" she whimpered, her voice trembling perfectly. "I-I didn't mean it like that! She... she was looking at me so meanly earlier, I just got scared and defended myself! Why are you all looking at me like I'm the bad guy?!"