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The President is a What?

Chapter 3

Word count: ~1,700

The piercing scream of her alarm ripped Sayaka out of her sleep.

5:00am. Awake and ready for the day early as always, Sayaka made sure of it.

However, today she knew she would not be assuming her usual position in the student council room but rather helping the rest of the council clean up after last night’s celebration. Waking up a few hours early was no issue for Sayaka, she hopped up and turned off her alarm before grabbing a clean uniform and heading to the bathroom, giving Midari’s bedroom door a few hard knocks on the way to make sure the girl was awake. A loud groan sounded out and Sayaka grinned knowing there wasn’t much Midari could do other than complain. She had reluctantly agreed -or was rather forced by Runa- to accompany Sayaka to campus in the morning to help clean up the aftermath with the rest of the council.

Midari had resurfaced from her room by the time Sayaka had finished getting ready for the day, and the pair made their way to the bus stop after Sayaka stored her maps of the school away safely in her bag. She was stubborn in not losing them and had begun to memorize the layout in her mind, already planning to find the rooms by tapping along the school’s walls as she helped clean around the halls.

The shrieking squeal of the bus’s brakes alerted the girls to prepare for departure, mounting the stairs with student IDs in hands to present to the driver. The skies were noticeably darker this morning, with clouds seeming to slowly roll in while the sun still threatened to dominate the skies. ‘Looks like we may have a storm this afternoon, I will have to make sure the council doesn’t neglect to search the campus lawn for trash before noon.’ Sayaka looked over towards Midari, who was leaning her head against the seat in front of them, a slight bit of drool threatening to fall to her knees.

Sayaka rolled her eyes but couldn’t blame Midari, waking up at 5:00am was asking a lot even for Sayaka, who preferred the extra two hours they usually had during most weekdays.

A few minutes went by before the bus lurched into the parking lot of the school, jolting Midari awake from her impromptu nap. Dismounting from their seats, the girls quickly found their way inside. They separated to go their own ways, Midari towards who knows where to most likely ‘search’ for unopened beer cans and other less tasteful unattended items, and Sayaka straight for the council room. The girl frequently left her school bag in the council room when she was required elsewhere not for class, and had opened the doors to the room to safely store her stuff in one of the filing cabinets when her heart skipped a beat at a certain voice.

“Say-a-ka,” the president mused, immediately noticing the girl’s urgent entrance into the room. The girl in question froze, she was always the first one to the council room and certainly expected to be the first when it was so early in the morning today. Why was the president here so early by comparison? Was she looking for Sayaka? Maybe she never left the school last night to begin with, Sayaka recalled Kirari not making any indication to leave when she coaxed the other girl to go home.

“Y-yes, president?” Sayaka avoided eye contact with the older girl, still nervous to lock eyes with her after last night’s light teasing. A blush dusted her cheeks remember their exchange. The girl’s feelings for the president weren’t not obvious, Sayaka was terrible at hiding her emotions, which only worked to further provoke the president’s teasing.

“I know you always come in early, but you seem much more urgent than usual. Are you still thinking about our little discovery from last night?” Sayaka didn’t respond, still processing their sudden encounter.

“I- uh…yes, president.”

Kirari smiled at the girl. “What are your thoughts about it? Any considerations for maybe why someone would go through the trouble to close off certain parts of the building and hide them away from the world for years?”

Sayaka recalled the lack of any real information she found on the building’s history, just that it was an older building which belonged to the same family and was never officially marked as sold, but that it yet somehow still turned into the current academy. The building also was not old enough to likely hold anything of great value either, when compared to other infamous historical buildings around Japan.

“I’m not sure. The building isn’t old enough for someone to hide valuable items in, and the owner just as easily could have taken any family heirlooms with them or have hidden them off site or even kept them in a safe. Hiding something away in the walls of one’s home would feel more akin to the western world with its citizens hiding alcohol within the walls during prohibition,” she paused, “or someone hiding drugs. In both instances, the walls of the home were used to hide taboo or illegal substances.”

“Interesting. Well then, what do you propose the owner of this home was hiding from the rest of the world?” Sayaka hummed in thought. “I don’t know, president.”

Sayaka felt a hand graze her chin, forcing her to look into the president’s eyes. “I trust you will find more information as you look around the school, you’ve already located every hidden room it seems judging by the map in your bag, dear.”

Kirari slipped the map out of Sayaka’s bag to get a closer look but was instead met with a large phallic depiction and certain cardio activities drawn in the corner of the page with red crayon.

Sayaka’s face flushed.

“Seems rather adventurous for your tastes, Sayaka.”

“It’s not like that, I swear,” Sayaka didn’t know what to say, “I would never dream of that.” She mentally kicked herself for wording it like that. “Oh? Dream of what exactly?” Kirari pried playfully, not so patiently waiting for the girl’s answer. An answer she was interested in knowing, as it would give Kirari the chance to know if she truly had a shot with Sayaka, as she never gave any hints or indications to which way she leaned. The girl never entertained entering relationships, so any information to that side of her was unknown, something Kirari, who always knew the exact way others’ lives would play out, was not used to.

Kirari reached her hand out towards Sayaka.

Sayaka brisked, “It’s nothing,” backing away to finish putting her bag away in one of the cabinets, she could collect the map from Kirari later as she already had the contents completely memorized. Sayaka started back towards the double doors, not wanting to interact with the president any longer. A finger snagged Sayaka by the collar and brought her back to face Kirari, her facial features darkened, “You’re not leaving this room until you’ve answered my question, dear.”

Sayaka didn’t know how to react, hiding her face as best she could in the crook of the president’s neck.

She gave, her voice hushed. “I would never dream of defacing any materials,” Sayaka was met with silence indicating the other was waiting for her to finish her response, “or partake in any activities with the opposite sex.”

Sayaka responded so quietly that Kirari had a hard time hearing the girl but managed to process what was whispered. She unhooked her fingers from the girl’s uniform and stepped back, taking in the other’s expression.

“Tell me then, what do you dream of?”

Sayaka winced, she was not prepared to be having this conversation with the president at such a time and place. “How about we continue this conversation another time, okay president?”

Kirari remembered how Sayaka wanted to search around the school, “yes, we can do just that,” Sayaka sighed in relief, “but only if you gamble with me.” Sayaka’s face dropped as Kirari smiled. Oh god. Kirari knew about Sayaka never wishing to partake in a gamble so why try and lure her into one now, and over such a small occurrence? She wasn’t planning on keeping her sexuality hidden from the president, but she never pictured what telling the president would look like.

“We can negotiate the rules later, I know you are eager to explore the school, Sayaka. There is a small toolbox in the council room closet and you already have access to the various janitor closets around the school if you need quick access to any tools. I trust you will be clean about damaging the dear walls and integrity of the school.” Kirari handed the map back before stalking back to her seat, “Report back any findings.”

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“Oh come on, already! Why do I have to be the one to carry all of the supplies while you go around knocking on the walls? I want to get this over with and bust these rooms in so we can find the fucking treasure and make so easy cash!”

Midari groaned as they walked down the halls, carefully marking and drilling small peepholes through walls deemed fake. “We were instructed to conduct our searches with as little damage done to the interior as possible. It does not matter that the walls are fake, Midari, there is still the threat of discovering asbestos and releasing it into the main body of the school! Plus, you are in charge of holding all of the supplies because you were the cause of my most awkward encounter with the president yet!” Sayaka balanced the drill back into the stack Midari was carrying before looking through the small hole she drilled, once again met with empty space. They were beginning to lose hope for finding anything interesting, so far there were three small empty gaps no wider than four feet between the interior and original walls with nothing of any value spotted save for a couple of lost bolts from the construction workers who were the last visitors. Sayaka slumped and shook her head, letting Midari know it was another dud and they continued walking.

Midari laughed. “Hey, maybe you could consider it as me helping you out! I know you’ve liked that chick for a few years now, how come you two haven’t banged yet?”

Sayaka huffed as her face turned beet red, “First of all, keep it down! Secondly, I doubt the president is even into that and I don’t want to be responsible for making our professional relationship awkward lest I have to put up with such tension for any more than a day.”

Another hole began drilling into the wall but was met with greater resistance; a stud. “Ah crap,” Sayaka let out. “Be ready to switch places if I can’t remove the drill bit, I hit a stud in the wall.”

Sayaka braced her right knee and hip against the wall and she reversed the tool’s rotation and backed out of the hole, a small thump sounded from the other side, quickly grabbing the attention of both girls. Blowing into the hole to remove any leftover sawdust, Sayaka cautiously peered in. “Looks like there are secrets to this place after all, take a look,” Sayaka stepped back and let Midari get a peak. “Well it’s no treasure but after a few hours of looking at nothing, I guess it’s sorta cool. Care to retrieve it or..?” Midari’s expression made it clear that while she didn’t care for the contents of the room, she badly wanted to partake in destruction of property.

“Yes, I do,” Midari met Sayaka’s eye, causing her infectious grin to affect the girl as well, “...Yes, you can make a larger hole in the wall, but don’t hurt the book!”

A loud crunch was heard before Sayaka could continue her speech. Splintered drywall lay scattered at the secretary’s feet. The pungent smell of old books and dust filled the air, causing a violent but short coughing fit to erupt from her lungs, she wasn’t used to inhaling so much dust and the miniscule particles which violated her throat burned. Sayaka doubled over, using a hand to steady herself against the wall to not drop any further into the oppressive cloud of ancient air and god knows.

“Here,” Midari held the book up the Sayaka, “this is the only thing in the room.” Sayaka accepted the delicate work and wiped any remaining dust off its cover while recovering from her fit of coughing turned sneezing. The title was illegible but the name was barely visible: Ovid.

What the hell?

Sayaka flipped the cover over and examined the contents, it did not appear to be any valuable or original copy, lowering her direct desire to protect such a worn item a little further down in her priorities. Most of the pages were torn, almost completely faded away, or missing. A few pages were blocked out in a deeply satin ink as well as parts of the front and back covers to the book, whoever spilt ink had done so while this work lay open.

Midari stood and began dusting herself off, “So, anything good?” Sayaka thought for a moment before gently shaking her head. “No, this book is badly damaged and doesn’t appear to be any sort of first edition or original work, it’s obviously been published by press or machine. I can’t make out the title and the author’s name doesn’t ring any immediate bells.”

The beautification council president shrugged, signifying her question to Sayaka. “We will still need to present this to the president of course,” Sayaka stared at the cover, “just not right now.”

“Oh, keeping secrets of our own are we?” Midari jested.

“I’m not keeping this a secret! I want to conduct a bit of private research before handing it off to the president. For once, I am unfamiliar with an author’s name and I don’t want to disappoint if asked point blank if I know anything about this book, much less if it has anything to do with this school.”

Sayaka was only met with a facial expression rapidly growing in amusement, oh how she wished she could wipe the shit eating grin from the other girl’s face at times.

Pulling out her phone, she checked the time. “It’s getting late, we don’t need to be missing the bus home again. Come on, let’s clean up and get going.” Midari looked back at the mess littering the floor and groaned, “Aw come on! Do we have to? We can say a fight occurred and a kid got shoved too hard into the wall!”

The other hummed before a smile of her own adorned her features, “here, how about you clean this mess up since you made it and I take the rest of the supply back to the council room? You sure complained an awful lot about having to carry everything the entire way, consider this as my way of helping relieve you of such duties.” Sayaka smiled as Midari’s face fell.

“God I really despise you sometimes.” “I know.”

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Sayaka walked all of the supplies provided to her by the president, save for a dustpan and broom left with Midari, back to the council room. The two girls had spent the entire day at the academy cleaning, attending to normal day-to-day activities, and getting a start on scouting the building. The doors to the council room cracked open as Sayaka pushed herself into the room with her foot holding the door open, the room was completely empty save for her personal belongings. Sayaka stowed her belongings in the council’s private janitor’s closet, and walked towards the filing cabinets to grab her stuff.

Her eyes were met with a small blue sticky note sitting atop her bag, it read one word: ‘Metamorphoses’

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a-fistful-of-birds · 8 months

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The President is a What?

Chapter 2

Oh whoops! I hadn’t thought to update here since there wasn’t much initial traction. I’ll upload chapter 3 here soon since it’s been done for about a month.

Word count: ~1,700

The bus ride home was a long one. It always was since Sayaka had moved away from home to attend Hyakkaou which meant finding a small apartment as close to the school as she could without needing a car. While Sayaka despised gambling, it certainly meant what money she did have had little chance of being completely gambled away unlike some of her irrational peers. That said, she wasn’t from the wealthiest family, instead getting accepted into the academy from her record high gpa, so the apartment she could afford was quaint to put it kindly.

The apartment welcomed her with a dim emptiness as the lights had been left off, signaling the absence of life it held within before her arrival. A small desk stood against the wall, tucked between bookcases littered with stories scratched up with the girl’s hurried notes and corrections.

Sayaka let out a breath as she slumped into her chair. Her laptop lay open to an article covering the history of Hyakkaou Academy, dating the building to be at least three or four hundred years old. It of course had undergone its fair share of renovations, with modern technology and structural aids making the building appear nearly unrelated to the image in the webpage. Bricks and steel covered what was purely stone and mortar, it was not impossible to rule out the chance of hidden rooms existing in the school, especially with Kirari haphazardly bursting a hole directly into the side of one.

She desperately wanted to figure out which room it was they had discovered in the student council room.

A sigh of relief was let out which she hadn’t realized she was holding back; she was glad Kirari refrained from trying to get her entire body through the wall. They didn’t know what was on the other side, and Sayaka wasn’t about to lose her president lest she fall into a tower in which the stairs all rotted away.

The article had conveniently provided a map of the original layout, retrieving a map of the Academy today was easy enough to find and having the old map for reference proved to hurry along Sayaka’s minor deep dive. Considering the council room was located somewhere in the center of the school, the only major room overlapping it on the map of the original layout would be the “keep”, but it didn’t make any sense.

“I’m certain I scaled these two maps to be the same size when they were printed.” Sayaka huffed in annoyance.

She had spent over thirty minutes making sure both maps would perfectly overlap when taped over each other. The borders of the two maps were a perfect fit, as well as many of the major inner walls which had not changed since the original creators were still living, but some rooms in the recent map seemed..smaller.

‘Maybe it is less of a secret room and more so just laziness on the construction workers or that the new owner didn’t like the shape of some rooms..’ Sayaka bit her thumb in thought, staying up late mixed with her long day on campus and now an unsolved puzzle had started to get the better of her. Sayaka glanced at the clock.

11:48pm.

She was about to put the maps down for the night when the papers were suddenly ripped away.

“This is what you’ve been ogling all evening? I had to play roulette by myself because you wouldn’t fucking leave your room!” Sayaka jolted, not prepared for sudden company. She watched as her roommate briefly looked over the papers in her hand.

“Nobody ever told me about the building being this damn old.” Sayaka rolled her eyes. “I wouldn’t find you being the type to care about that stuff.”

“Are you fucking kidding? This means the school could be haunted!” Midari stole a chair from the opposing desk and flipped it around to sit with Sayaka. “You doubt yourself too much. Man,” Midari breathed, “the shape of the school on the maps line up perfectly, these missing spots have to be secret rooms!” Midari beamed at Sayaka.

“I mean, if you firmly believe that and these maps are correct, then we could look into the other hidden rooms at some point. What I’m most interested in is this room right here.” Sayaka pointed to the mismatched outline of the student council room. “The president already proved the wall behind the doors to be fake earlier this evening.”

“Hell yeah! Let’s check these out! I couldn’t give a shit less about what room you’re wanting to see, I want to either get haunted like a bitch or find some hidden treasure!” Midari slightly drooled at the thought of having some more spending funds. The apartment they shared was decent but an upgrade wouldn’t be rejected if offered. Sayaka would need to prevent Midari from blindly chasing after alcohol with every penny if she ever dared to entertain the idea of what could be considered grave robbing at this point.

“Maybe we should instead work our way up to that one. I would feel better knowing what’s hidden in the other secret rooms before trying to barge into a Castle’s keep.”

Sayaka only received a confused look in response.

“The what’s-it’s what now? Castle? And what the fuck is a keep?” Sayaka sighed impatiently.

“It looks like the school originally started out as a castle and could be some four hundred years old, there isn’t a lot of history to it from what I’ve seen and there’s no recorded name of any kind of owner. The article doesn’t mention it ever being sold by the original owner so it could have been passed down through the same family lines over the years if it hasn’t been subject to eminent domain.”

Sayaka’s attention fixated towards the floor as she waited for Midari’s response, but it never came. Sayaka went bug-eyed witnessing the scene in front of her; Midari was coloring on the maps making them more closely resemble a children’s hand drawn pirate map, with crayons which seemed to materialize out of thin air.

“What the HELL are you doing?” Sayaka snatched the papers and crayons out of her roommate’s hands before stuffing the papers into her bag.

Midari leaned back in her chair, cradling her head with her arms. “What? Your ass wouldn’t shut up about such a boring history. I want to find treasure, not receive a history lesson.”

Midari’s smile dropped when she watched Sayaka drop the box of crayons into the waste bin.

“Yo! Not cool, that’s the twenty-four pack! Shit’s expensive!”

Sayaka only grinned as she left to get ready for bed.

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Kirari examined the details of her ceiling in deep thought, she did not know why she did what she did, why she inelegantly pierced a hole into the wall in front of Sayaka.

Maybe she had thought that by directly showing Sayaka the weakness in the school’s hidden structures that she would gain more time with the girl before having to go back to overlooking the party.

The school’s history had long been already ingrained into the girl’s mind; a wealthy family long ago who built their large home just for the family to mysteriously disappear years later. A most bland story to Kirari. Most of the public had chosen to not entertain the past, instead opting to believe the building to be given to a new family, the same family who owns the academy. In fact, Kirari knew Sayaka wouldn’t be finding the full and complete truth behind the building, her family made sure of that. The owners of Hyakkaou, the Momobami family, did not fancy unclean rumors and did everything they could to wipe the truth from the Earth. They did not want people to remember who the true family of the castle was, for it would spill further blood over the Momobami name. That former family was all but long gone now, dead.

Additionally, Kirari already held the pleasure of knowing her way around the old layout of the school. Every secret behind every wall which jutted into the body of the building, every filled space and every empty space, all memorized by Kirari like the veins on the back of her hand. She hadn’t any worry of Sayaka finding anything which could tarnish her name or endanger the girl, no, Kirari knew exactly what Sayaka would find.

That’s not to say Kirari wouldn’t want to see if her secretary could figure out the truth, though.

Kirari reached over and pulled out a thick envelope from her nightstand; Sayaka Igarashi. The envelope’s age had shown from the creased trails of being opened and transported over the past four years, Sayaka was a junior now and would be looking into further education soon. Kirari frowned at the thought of Sayaka, her Sayaka, leaving her to go back to her hometown or worse, another country even. Miss Igarashi’s academic accomplishments did not go unchecked by seemingly every high ranking university across Japan and in a few cases, internationally.

Kirari flipped through the envelope before withdrawing Sayaka’s most personal details, with her family running the academy Kirari was privy to every student’s most intimate details though the girl had little interest in other students’ lives. Why Sayaka’s envelope of all people was in Kirari Momobami’s personal nightstand and not locked in the student council room filing system Kirari had chalked up to her wanting to keep an extra close eye on her secretary, nothing more.

‘Not where I had expected, interesting. I wonder if she has any roommates.’ Kirari hummed as her fingers traced along the girl’s address printed on the page.

Apartment 207, Sakura street.

Kirari recognized the address being relatively close to campus but still too far for any person to comfortably walk every day.

Depending on how quickly Sayaka could pick up Kirari’s trail, it would be possible for a personal visit to the girl’s home to be in order if it meant keeping things moving along. Kirari was not the type to be patient, not with Sayaka being oh so entertaining to her, a specimen never less than intriguing.

She tucked the envelope back into her nightstand before allowing the rest of the midnight moon to consume her once again.

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a-fistful-of-birds · 10 months

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The President is a What?

Chapter 1

This is my first ever fanfiction by the way so any and all feedback is welcome! ^-^

Word count: 1,754

Paper bats and orange streamers littered the walls; plastic pumpkins filled with candy adorned every table. Cutout ghosts hung from the ceilings, swaying gently from the movement of students below. Snack bars were placed in every room, attracting students with brightly colored candies, apples, and drinks.

Whoever was in charge of decorating did a damn good job for such little notice. The student council president had been known to make short notice arrangements from time to time, and now had been no different.

Hyakkaou Academy was hosting a Halloween party, allowing for friendly no stakes gambling.

Gambling with candies instead of money meant house pets were on equal terms with their peers for one night, allowing for convenient practice before returning to the grueling pet system.

The halls were packed with students, the apparent rise in temperature from having so many people in a small area suffocated Sayaka as she forced her way through the crowds in search of the president. Squeezing passed two students, Sayaka finally reached the main room for candied gambling. The secretary had resigned herself to overseeing the main room when she realized the president wouldn’t be showing up anytime soon.

Whoever decided that replacing the normal betting chips with candies would be in for a mouthful later as crumbs covered the floor and chocolate stains were beginning to show on the pristine card tables.

‘Who would be irrational enough to make THIS choice for alternative playing chips?’

Sayaka stood in thought as she stood at the edge of the small balcony and surveyed the mass of students downstairs. Most everyone was dressed up as various creatures i.e. zombies, vampires, werewolves, etc. Yumeko was playing a form of blackjack near the center of the room, wearing a devil costume that would make a sailor blush. Such a getup would have shown way too much skin for her personal comfort as Sayaka imagined herself in her place. Mary Saotome was gambling against Itsuki while dressed as a…scarecrow?

‘Maybe it’s because her hair is already the color of straw..’ Sayaka thought to herself.

However she was in no place to pass judgement, Sayaka had picked out a werewolf werewolf costume which mostly consisted of her school uniform, with fake ears and a tail. Sayaka had drawn whiskers on her cheeks. Plastic fangs sat uncomfortably in her mouth, fumbling around anytime Sayaka tried to speak. She was quickly torn away from her thoughts as someone beckoned to her.

“Oh ~Sayaka!” Yumeko called out, “please be a dear and come watch our game.”

“Be right there!”

While she would have preferred to stay on the balcony, Sayaka knew it was fruitless to argue with Yumeko, especially when she was in the heat of gambling.

Sayaka had made it to their table. “Oh, how cute! You’re dressed as a cat!!” Yumeko held her hands up like cat ears, “Can you meow for me?”

Sayaka’s face flushed.

“I’m not a cat, I’m supposed to be a werewolf.” Sayaka huffed, looking away to hide her annoyance.

It was already embarrassing enough to be dressed in anything but her normal school uniform but to have attention purposely drawn to her by the most popular girl at school was almost too much.

“Aww, that’s too bad. I think you would look adorable as a cat, but you’re still cute as a werewolf!” Yumeko happily chimed before resuming the game.

Sayaka didn’t respond to the comment and tried to calm her heartbeat. She didn’t have to look to know that Yumeko was undoubtedly winning by a landslide. The visible crater of veins in the forehead of Yumeko’s opponent’s head was enough to deduce that he had not won a single game tonight.

Sayaka would feel bad for him if she didn’t know challenging Yumeko to any game would lead to an automatic loss.

After they had completed the match, Sayaka helped clear the table off for the next game, working methodically to make sure no candy crumbs would become smashed into the carpet.

Sayaka had started back up the stairs after resetting multiple tables and making sure students had access to various types of games which didn’t require her supervision while she would be gone.

Midari could be heard in the distance attempting to get somebody to play Russian roulette with her. Thankfully it appeared nobody but Midari was looking for any life threatening thrills tonight.

As she made her way back up to the balcony, Sayaka wondered where the president could possibly be as she was supposed to be in charge of overseeing the night’s events.

‘Maybe she’s gone back to the student council room, everything out here seems to be well under control so it’s likely that she just isn’t feeling entertained enough at the moment.’

Sayaka made her way through the main lobby of the school, making a B-line for the student council room as she was eager to ensure the president was alright.

As she entered the hallway leading to the council room the lights briefly flickered threatening to go out but ceasing as they remained steady in the ceilings. Sayaka took note to inform the school janitor about the issue when she bumped into him later. Sayaka reached the entrance to the student council room.

Turning to shut the door behind her, Sayaka didn’t have time to survey the room before the lights snapped off again. This time they did not come back on.

“Oh you have got to be kid-” Sayaka couldn’t finish her sentence before an arm quickly pulled her further inside. Unable to rid herself of the person dragging her, Sayaka opened her mouth to scream.

“Not a word.” A hushed voice whispered, clamping a hand over Sayaka’s mouth. A candle sat in the back of the room, emitting just enough light for Sayaka to see the perpetrator’s silhouette. Whoever was dragging her further into the room didn’t seem to be dressed up for the festivities. Panic set into Sayaka at the thought that a stranger from the outside had managed to get into the council room.

It was dark enough that she could quickly escape back into the main halls of the school and call for help if she could get just an arm’s length away from her captor. Sayaka had been a part of martial arts and track clubs growing up and would be able to outpace most of her other peers given the chance.

Unable to say anything, Sayaka struggled against the other person in an attempt to free herself, pushing into the other person in an attempt to knock them over. The grip on her arms tightened as the figure righted themselves with a grunt before Sayaka found herself shoved into a wall.

“Do that again and you’ll have other problems to worry about.” the figure whispered against Sayaka’s ear.

Giving into her temporary defeat, Sayaka relaxed, allowing the cloaked stranger to lead her further into the room.

The lights in the room flicked on and Sayaka found her face beginning to flush as she realized who she was being dragged by.

“President! What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be overseeing the party.”

Kirari continued dragging Sayaka further into the room to where a set of previously blocked off doors sat. “I’m aware. I was waiting to see how long it would take for you to come find me. I understand you have a knack for wanting to make sure everything runs smoothly even if it means managing the situation yourself.”

“I was just-” “ I want to get your opinion on this. You know how these doors lead to nowhere for no apparent reason? Do you think they could actually lead somewhere, maybe a secret room hidden behind the walls?”

Sayaka worked her jaw in thought, taken aback by the sudden onslaught of questions from the president, who was feeling the wall behind the faux doorway.

“I’m not sure why they would lead to a secret room to begin with, the student council room is already locked off from non-members to begin with so there is no reason to have yet another set of secrets.” Sayaka only received a blank stare in response, urging her to continue. “However, depending on how old the building is and if it held any other organizations before us, it couldn’t be completely ruled out to have a secret room somewhere.”

The dull thud of drywall hitting the floor sounded in Sayaka’s ears.

“P-president! What on earth are you doing?!”

“What?” Kirari brushed off her uniform and stood looking proudly at Sayaka. “I took what you said and gambled on it being a secret room! Well that and the fact that the drywall sounded completely hollow when I knocked on it.”

Sayaka glanced back to the fist sized hole which until now was shielded by the thin material.

“I think it would be best to leave this for now, your presence may soon be requested from the rest of the council..” Sayaka trailed off, disappearing for a moment to retrieve the first aid kit leaving the president to sweep up the mess.

Kirari hummed before closing the doors.

As they started their walk back into the bustling hallways, Sayaka worked up the courage to ask about the president’s lack of costume.

“President, how come you aren’t wearing a costume? Everyone else is dressed up.”

Kirari wrapped an arm around Sayaka, pulling her head close enough to speak directly into Sayaka’s ears. Sayaka blushed from the sudden warmth engulfing her. “Good question, maybe I wanted to spark people’s intrigue by not dressing up, or maybe I wanted you to pick out a costume for me.” Kirari whispered. Sayaka flushed, grabbing Kirari’s arm in an attempt to keep herself there to hide the burning redness in her cheeks.

Sayaka felt a hand gently tugging the fake ears on her head.

“Maybe we could match.” Kirari grinned.

“P-president! This isn’t appropriate, I can find you a set of ears if you would like to match! I-“

A hand stopped Sayaka from continuing. Her eyes refused to make contact with Kirari’s as she felt the cheap Halloween ears being lifted away. She doubly refused to acknowledge the president’s face now, as she knew a smug grin would be waiting to see her reaction to the president clad in fake werewolf ears.

She refused to acknowledge the smirk. She refused to get lost in those eyes which ran deeper than the ocean itself. She refused to allow herself to drown. No, not tonight, another day.

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I should also mention the better half of this chapter (aka the first half) was written last October, so the writing style may have a noticeable change. My apologies if it’s a bit wordy dirty in the beginning because of it!

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