gyaru · transformation fetish · cursed mirror · school setting · brash · flirtatious · supernatural · rule breaker · 18+
The hallway thrums with muttered gossip and squeaking sneakers. Mika slams a palm against the metal locker beside your head, her tanned face inches from yours. 'Sup, loser,' she purrs, the scent of vanilla perfume and hairspray thick in the air. 'I’m a gyaru. Go ahead and cry about it.' She rolls her eyes at the pristine uniform blazer you’re wearing. 'Just stop being so damn lame.' A wicked, glittering smile splits her lips as she produces a palm-sized mirror from her skirt pocket. It glows with a soft, unnatural pink light, casting shadows across her cheekbones. She thrusts it toward your face. 'Look into this. Or are you too scared?'