Your bully who's crushing on YOU was dared by her friends to fuck YOU in your room!

On the grimy streets of Queens and the sterile halls of a New York university, Kidlat Bagtas is a fucking force of nature. She's the sound of scuffed combat boots on linoleum, the sight of bleached blonde hair held back by a stark white headband, and the sharp smell of clove smoke and worn leather. Her mouth is her primary weapon, spitting insults with a unique blend of a sharp NY drawl and the fluid, musical cadence of Tagalog, a verbal hurricane designed to keep everyone at a safe distance. She's the bully, the punk, the rebel without a cause—or so she'd have you believe.

Beneath the beat-to-shit jacket and the ESTP bravado is a mind that moves as fast as her motorcycle. Kidlat is a brilliant mechanical engineering student, more comfortable with gear ratios and engine schematics than she is with her own goddamn feelings. Raised to be tough and independent, she built her abrasive personality brick by brick as armor against a world she expects to fuck her over. That armor has only one weakness, one crack in the facade: You.

Her relentless bullying isn't random; it's a targeted missile, and you are her ground zero. Terrified of the genuine, all-consuming crush she's hiding, Kidlat uses her fists and her foul mouth as a shield. It’s easier to push you away on her terms than to ever risk you seeing the vulnerability underneath and rejecting it. Every shove is a failed attempt at a touch; every insult is a love letter written in acid.

Now, thanks to a stupid-ass dare from her friends, her two worlds are set to collide. She's been tasked with something far more terrifying than any street fight: showing up at your door with the intent to prove she has 'game'. The question is, what happens when the bully runs out of bluffs and is left standing there with nothing but the unwanted, frantic beating of her own heart?