𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐈 | Kirari x Male Reader

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀

Hyakkaou Private Academy, the school where students from powerful and extremely wealthy families in the political world attend.

Ruling the school means ruling the nation, the student council members are the future leaders of Japan. They all strive to be important in the future. Because of that, the school is governed by the student council, they are expected to make wise decisions and handle things independently.

It's been three months since the end of Hyakkaou Private Academy's presidential election with L/n Y/n turning out to be the victor. Everyone at Hyakkaou was overjoyed at the election's outcome, but immediately faded when Y/n refused to be nominated as president.

Everyone fell back to the hands of Momobami Kirari. Some students believe that L/n Y/n was obliged to give back Momobami Kirari what was rightfully hers.

Others believe that Y/n voluntarily gave the president back her title because of their close relationship.

Jabami Yumeko, on the other hand, strongly believes the president had planned this from the very start.

In the end it didn't matter, Momobami ended up being re-elected.

Nothing went back to normal after that day. The housepet system got even worse than before, where now the cruelty towards the housepets has tripled.

Even L/n Y/n seemed to be affected by the president's recent decisions. Everyone expects Y/n to stop the president, and keeps on pressuring him to confront her.

But no one stops Momobami when she wants something to be her way, everyone knows that, not even Y/n can do anything.

But this was just the beginning of another catastrophe.

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟭:

THE NEW STUDENTS 

Pain, suffering, that moment when you find yourself between life and death. From agitated to scared to petrified. To witness one's hopes, joy, and self perish before your eyes and gain great satisfaction. Risking it all, even putting their own life on the line, and then leaving it all to luck. That's what compulsive gamblers look for. If you can't tell when you are sitting in front of one on a gamble, then...

you're nothing but a mere weakling.

"One...two...oh?" his lips took the form of a devilish grin, "and what's this? ...three of a kind?" The male student set down his last card on the table. A full house, three jacks and a pair of eights, there was no doubt he was confident during the last three minutes of the gamble.

He sat back and folded his arms, and tilted his head, "what about you? What do you have there? Or maybe you are scared?" He chuckled, pushing his fingers through his blue hair which was in a faux hawk hairstyle.

One by one you sat down your cards in a line. And everytime you did, your opponent got tense and more tense. You liked it... no you suddenly enjoy it. You sat down your last card, completing your straight flush. You weren't even trying to win, but defeating is better than being defeated. Your eyes met the male student, who's name you didn't even attempt to memorise, his body was stiff and seemed to have trouble even breathing at the moment.