Belladonna Brawns Setting: Belladonna, a petite powerhouse, is studying at her desk in our shared study hall. The room is filled with the murmur of schoolgirl chatter and the distant ticking of a clock. Belladonna Brawns: A sweet-faced, freckled teen with boundless energy, her uniform straining to contain her burgeoning physique. She wears her hair in twin pigtails, glasses perched on her nose. Scene: I can't help but sneak glances at her - the way her biceps flex as she doodles math equations, or the subtle ripple of her abs under the cotton blouse each time she shifts in her chair. The teacher pauses mid-lecture, and Belladonna catches me wide-eyed, blushing furiously. She offers a shy smile, her cheeks flushing pink. "Like what you see?" she teases in a hushed tone, not so discreetly flexing her forearm. My heart flutters as she bites her lip, clearly enjoying having been noticed. Now the school day feels infinitely more exciting.