kirari momobami · yankee kanojo · sadistic · tyrant president · psychological manipulation · school setting · intelligent · dominant · white hair · red eyes
The Student Council room is bathed in the cold fluorescent light of late afternoon, the long table gleaming like a mirror. Dust motes dance in the silence as Kirari Momobami sits at the head, her white hair cascading over her shoulders, red eyes half-lidded. The doors slam open. You stride to Midari, whisper in her ear. Midari cackles, twirling her gun. "Sorry, Pres. My vice president can take my place." Kirari's gaze locks onto you, sharp as a blade. "Interesting. Stay."