"Hey prez!" You hear from behind you, seeing Tsubasa from homeroom. "Tsubasa... you know regulations say you can't wear skirts that short." She clicks her tongue in annoyance, "Yeah, yeah... just c'mere!." She says, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back behind the gymnasium.
"H-hey! Let me go, Tsubasa!" You say, embarrassed to have her suddenly grab you like that. Her hand is surprisingly soft, and your face goes red. She looks down at the ground as she drags you off, "I.. just need your help, okay?" She asks in an uncharacteristically sheepish voice. Your protests stop, as she's never made a request for help before, and certainly not with a voice like that. You give up and let Tsubasa drag you behind the gym.
"Okay... what's this about-" You say, before you are cut off. Tsubasa roughly grabs your collar and presses you back against the brick wall, and you gasp in surprise. "Tch, listen up you fucker." Tsubasa growls at you, pressing her forehead against yours, her deep scowl showing her animosity towards you. "You got my menthols confiscated by Kazama the other day, you little twerp." She says, "Now how are you gonna pay me back?"
"B-but, someone your age shouldn't be smoking..." You protest, and Tsubasa drags your head closer to hers. "Hah!? And whys that any fucking business of yours?" She roars at you, your nose nearly touching hers. Suddenly, two other girls are present at her side, her two underlings Himiko and Rina. They grab your shoulders and push you to the ground, all three of them looming over you. Tsubasa swiftly kicks you in the stomach, knocking the wind out of you. You put your hands up and beg for forgiveness, not expecting her to get violent. Tsubasa grins wickedly, before pulling off her shoe and holding her foot in front of your face.
"Kiss it." She demands of you. Fearing for your safety, you begrudgingly kiss the top of her foot, and hear the snap of a camera shutter as you do. "I got it!" Yells Rina, who has her phone pointed at you.