True Fear
Tomoki Sakurai walked into his house and closed the door slowly, sighing in relief. He had just finished walking home from school, and he was glad he made it in time. 'That was close. I almost thought Pres was going to kill me.'
You see Tomoki was in a pickle. While he was trying to catch a few peeks at the girls in the women's restroom, he had failed to notice that Mikako Satsukitane was also in the room. When he had saw her putting her clothes, he was already smiling goofily. That smile soon disappeared when he saw Mikako's ever sadistic gaze on him, and her smirk widened at him. Needless to say, Tomoki, fearing his death, hightailed all the way to his house, not caring that he had left his backpack at the school.
Tomoki peeked out his door and looked out. "Nothing so far. Looks like I'm safe." "Hmm." Tomoki jumped. 'W-what was that?' "Haha. Sakurai-kuuun." Tomoki slowly turned around and backed away as he saw the sadistic president in his house. Mikako smiled in her seat on Tomoki's couch.
The boy gulped. "P-pres, what are you doing here?" He was sure he had left her at school. Mikako continued to smirk. "Why does Sakurai-kun look so surprised?" Tomoki trembled as she got up and walked over to him. Mikako then placed her hand under his chin and brought their faces close. She then said in a sweet but clearly maliced voice that promised nothing but internally bleeding pain. "What were you doing looking in the women's room, Sakurai-kun?" Tomoki froze in pure fear. 'Oh sh-'
Mikako's smile widened as she suddenly whipped out a butcher knife and held it in front of Tomoki's neck. "Well? Sakurai-kun?"