Though small in stature, the girl was fierce. Hera couldn’t help but think of a chihuahua—tiny but always ready to bite when irritated or provoked. The girl stepped in front of Hera, who was momentarily lost for words, and spread her arms protectively, standing her ground with surprising intensity.
Hera couldn’t help but be amused by the cute girl who looked like she belonged in middle school. With a small face,rge eyes, and delicate features—a tiny nose and lips—she resembled a real-life doll. Her long, straight hair was tied into a twin ponytail, and she wore a simple white shirt, ck skirt, long ck socks, and ck leather shoes. Hera noticed there was no visible school emblem on the girl’s outfit, perhaps because it was on a vest or coat she wasn’t wearing at the moment.
The two girls, embarrassed at being called witches in front of so many students, looked ready to fight back. But like Hera, they quickly realized their "opponent" was just a middle schooler. Deciding to act as though they were the bigger people, they huffed and scoffed at Hera before storming off. The little girl, however, wasn’t about to let them have thest word. She puffed out her chest and stuck her tongue out at the two retreating girls in defiant indignation.
"That’s right! You should’ve left earlier instead of projecting your insecurities onto someone just because they’re clearly prettier and more talented than you. Hmph!"
The two girls were furious, but realizing they would only be theughingstock if they squabbled with a kid, they stomped off with their tails between their legs. The girl let out a heartyugh, then spun around to face Hera, her big eyes sparkling with mischief and a wide grin spreading across her face.
"Hello, Sister Hera! I’m your fan, ’HeraIsMySister’! I’m here to protect you from any unreasonable fans so you can get to ss!" The girl saluted yfully, as if she were on duty, and began guiding Hera toward her ssroom.
Still a bit baffled by the sudden turn of events, Hera felt a gentle push on her back as the girl urged her forward. The girl chatted away, asking questions in an adorably cute voice. Though she barely reached Hera’s chest due to Hera’s heels, the little fan carried herself with an air of defiance that made her seem more intimidating than Hera herself.
The girl would scowl or growl at anyone who tried to approach Hera, barking, "She’ste! Move, or I’ll bite you!" Hera was utterly amused, unsure where this fierce little protector hade from. Herughter rang out, melodious and beautiful, her eyes sparkling with tears of joy.
She couldn’t contain it, and the hallway fell into stunned silence. Everyone paused, captivated by Hera’s radiant beauty as herughter echoed, almost glowing in their eyes. Mesmerized, they simply stood there, watching as the girl confidently guided Hera down the hall.
The girl joined Hera inughter as she saw everyone frozen in ce, their eyes following Hera’s every move. "Sister Hera, I didn’t realize your beautifulughter was more effective than my barking! Maybe you should justugh like this on your way to ss so no one bothers you?" she suggested with a grin. Hera’sughter only grew louder, her amusement evident.
"Wouldn’t I juste off as a bit entric if I startedughing out of nowhere? It might deter people from approaching, but it would probably just lead to more gossip and negative headlines," Hera replied with a chuckle. She felt a growing closeness to the girl, not only because of her straightforwardness but also due to the clear, pure sincerity in her deer-like eyes. Hera could tell that the girl was a genuine fan.
"Hahaha! Then I’ll just be your bodyguard and help you deal with these annoying people since they clearly don’t respect your personal time or your responsibilities as a student," the girl said loudly, making sure everyone could hear. Her words rang true; while fans should support their idols, they shouldn’t intrude on their personal lives or be a hindrance. Instead of being helpful, they were causing unnecessary trouble.