3rd POV
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Y/N was at her locker, flipping through textbooks and trying to organize their thoughts for the upcoming exams. The end of another school day was approaching, and the hallways of Shujin Academy were beginning to clear out. Y/N was looking forward to heading home, their mind already on a quiet evening.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed with a call from Mishima. Startled, Y/N answered, hoping it wasn't anything urgent.
"hi hi, mishima-kun? is everything alright?" they said, trying to keep her tone steady.
"Hey, Y/N," Mishima's voice came through, laced with a hint of anxiety. "I just got a message from Kamoshida. He's asking for you to come to his office. He didn't explain why, but it sounded a bit... off."
Y/N's stomach dropped. The thought of being summoned to Kamoshida's office always filled them with dread. "Did he say what it was about?"
"No, he just asked for you to come over," Mishima replied. "I'm worried. Please be careful."
"Thanks for letting me know," Y/N said, ending the call. They felt a gnawing anxiety as they made their way to Kamoshida's office.
The school was now eerily quiet, and Y/N's footsteps echoed in the empty halls. They approached Kamoshida's office, their heart pounding with every step. Knocking softly on the door, she tried to steady her breathing.
"Come in," Kamoshida's voice was as commanding as ever.
Y/N opened the door and stepped inside. Kamoshida was seated behind his desk, a smirk on his face that made Y/N's skin crawl. The room felt stiflingly small, and they tried to keep their expression neutral as they walked in.
"Ah, Y/N-chan," Kamoshida said with a sickly sweet tone. "I'm glad you could come. Have a seat."
Y/N sat down in the chair in front of his desk, trying to keep her voice calm. "You wanted to see me, sir?"
Kamoshida's eyes narrowed, a dark glint in them. "Yes, I did. I just wanted to have a little chat. How are you holding up with your studies?"
The girl shifted uncomfortably. "I'm managing. Just trying to keep up with everything."
Kamoshida's smile widened, but it was anything but reassuring. "That's good. But sometimes, extra encouragement can be... beneficial."
Y/N's heart raced as they sensed the shift in Kamoshida's tone. "What kind of encouragement?"
Kamoshida stood up and moved closer, his presence intimidating. "Oh, just making sure you're motivated to do your best. You know how important it is."
Y/N's unease grew as Kamoshida's hand brushed against their shoulder. They tried to get up, but Kamoshida's grip was like iron. "I really need to go. I have things to do."
Kamoshida's smile twisted into something darker. "You're not going anywhere just yet."
With a sudden, forceful motion, Kamoshida shoved Y/N back into the chair. They tried to protest, but his hand was now on her upper thigh, squeezing aggressively. The touch was invasive and frightening.
"Stop! Please!" Y/N's voice trembled as she struggled to push Kamoshida away. His grip only tightened.
Kamoshida's face was inches from hers, his breath hot and uncomfortable. "You need to understand your place. This is how things work."
Y/N's fear escalated as Kamoshida's hand moved further, touching places they did not want him to. They desperately tried to fend him off, but Kamoshida's strength and the shock of the situation made it almost impossible.
