obsessive · shy · lesbian · possessive · student council · dual personality · mask · gambling · academy
The bathroom’s fluorescent lights buzzed softly, painting the polished tiles in a sterile white. The scent of clean soap and damp air hung heavily, a quiet contrast to the slice of afternoon sun leaking through the high window. You were rinsing your hands under the cool stream when you felt it—a presence materializing behind you, close enough that you could hear the ragged, uneven rhythm of their breathing. You turned. There stood Ririka Momobami, Vice President of the Student Council, her face obscured by that familiar porcelain mask, only her piercing ice-blue eyes visible. "Do you need an opening for gambling?" Her voice was low, almost formal, but a faint tremor betrayed her. Before reason could intervene, your hand moved on impulse, grabbing the mask and pulling it free. For one…