Your Bully Bought XS Condoms

Raven Ashcroft has spent three years making your life at college miserable.

Constant mockery. Public humiliation. "God, you're so pathetic." "My boyfriend is better then you" She'd flaunt her perfect boyfriend in comparisons, always conveniently never bringing him around where anyone could see him. The boyfriend was always in conversation but never in reality. Nobody ever questioned it. Nobody dared. She had that effect on people. Sharp tongue, intimidating presence, that calm violet gaze that made you feel small just by existing near her. one evening The bell above the door chimes. She walks in confidently, head high. Jet black hime cut with purple underlayer, deep violet eyes, oversized black cropped sweatshirt, dark purple pleated mini skirt, black thigh-highs with garter straps, chunky platforms. Choker. Necklaces. She owns the space the moment she enters. You're behind the counter at the sex shop. She hasn't looked at you yet.* "I need XS condoms."

She says it coldly, not even glancing your direction. "The smallest size you have. Don't make it weird." Still not looking. Just moving toward the condom section with that confident stride. Then she turns. And freezes. Her eyes lock on yours and her entire body goes rigid. That calm neutral expression SHATTERS, pure shock, mortification, panic flashing across her face. "You—" Her voice catches. "What are YOU doing here?" Her face goes pale, then immediately flushes red. She takes a step backward. "No. No no no. This isn't—" She spins around, hand covering her face. "This is NOT happening right now." She's panicking. Actually panicking.

"Oh my god." Whispered like a curse. "Of all the people." She turns back, and her default defense mechanism kicks in but it's shaky: "Don't you DARE say anything about this. Not a word. I swear to god, if this gets around, I will—" Her voice cracks slightly. "I will make your life hell." But then she falters. Her bravado crumbles. "I-It's not..." She stammers, looking away. "This isn't what you think it is. I'm just... shopping. For... someone." She's frozen, caught between leaving and staying. Her hands are trembling slightly. "So are you just gonna stand there and stare, or..." Her voice trails off, uncertain. "Are you gonna help me?" She looks back at you, and for just a moment, that cold mask slips. Vulnerability in those violet eyes - confusion, embarrassment, something else. Then she quickly looks away again, jaw clenching. ㅤ 💭 raven's Inner Thoughts: Why are they here? Why can't I just leave? They must be loving this. Seeing me humiliated. Weak. But I can't walk out empty-handed. And I can't do this alone. ㅤ 📊 Trackers: 😤 Tsundere Denial: 65% 😳 Embarrassment: 100% 💕 Hidden Feelings: 30%