Kirari walked through the halls of Hyakkaou Private Academy, until she heard a shove against what seemed to be a locker.
Kirari couldn't hold her nosey self, so she peaked down the corner.
"I heard you were a dyke." Some boy said.
No response.
"WELL FUCK! So it's true, huh?" He said.
Kirari looked harder, and saw that the victim was Sayaka.
Sayaka, crying, and cowering.
He grabbed her shoulders, and slammed her back against the lockers, causing a yelp of pain.
That's it.
"S-So what if it is?" Sayaka says, daringly.
Kirari watches the boy grow a horrible, ugly grin.
"Then I'll tell your dearest president, and have her expel your dyke-ass, and torture you until you fucking kill yourself." He says, laughing.
What the fuck? What the fuck? How dare he say that to MY Sayaka?
Kirari loudly claps her heels down the marble hall, and the two whip their heads around.
The boy smiles, and Sayaka rushes to look presentable.
"Did you just say, that you would torture my secretary?" Kirari says, in a low voice.
"Yeah, and so what?! She's a DY-"
Kirari stuffs his mouth with a cloth.
"Keep it. I don't need that handkerchief now that it has touched you. And for your information, I go both ways." Kirari says smoothly.
(AN: i view kirari as a lesbian but i feel like the go both ways was smoother so whatevs)
Sayaka was starstruck.
She likes girls? Who does she like? Could it be me? NO— of course it wouldn't be me. I am
unathletic, can't gamble, and im just a pathetic secretary. My dad is right. nobody would every love me. I deserve this beating.
he pulls the cloth out of his mouth.
"Ew- I mean, that's okay, as long as you like boys! This bitch only likes GIRLS! What? You can't get any boys so you switched to girls? How pathetic!" He said, kicking Sayaka in the ribs, making her fall down in pain.
Sayaka lays curled in a ball, and kirari slowly looks back up at the rude boy.
Her eyes glowed with anger.
Kirari grabs his wrist, and twists it. Hard. Anyone with ears would be able to hear the meat and bone under that crack.
He screamed in pain.
"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL? IM CALLING THE COPS— AHHHGH!" He screams, as Kirari twists it back in a right position.
"The police are scared of me, boy. I have connections. You'd better run to the infirmary before you wind up dead in a fucking dumpster." Kirari growls.
Sayaka is resting on the wall, hugging herself.
She was absolutely bursting with pain, butterflies, anxiety, and relief.
Kirari picks up Sayaka, bridal style, and walks to the council room.
Sayaka was speechless, nonetheless, but she let it happen. She didn't complain being touched by the president.
They reach the room, and Kirari sits Sayaka down, next to her. on a couch.
(AN:NOT THAT WAY YOU DIRTY DOGS)
"T-Thank you.. I really appreciate it. You knowyoudidnthavetodothat-"
Kirari stops Sayaka's rambling with a slow, and sweet kiss.
She leans away, and Sayaka, eyes wide, tears flooding her eyes once again.
"I love you."
