✧˚ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒍

17

y/n hurried down the hall, her heart pounding louder with every step. her thoughts were an uncontrollable mess of fear and confusion, the message from the killer echoing in her mind. why her? she fought back the tears threatening to spill over as she clutched her bag tightly, her feet moving almost mechanically toward the headmaster's office. usually, her parents or a team of advisors would be here by her side for a crisis like this, guiding her through whatever mess had surfaced. but now...now she felt utterly alone and the weight of it made her stomach churn.

the school hallway seemed quieter than usual, the distant hum of voices muffled by her anxious thoughts. the headmaster's office was just ahead, the door looming like the entrance to a place she desperately didn't want to go. each step forward made the knot in her stomach tighten, her nerves growing with every second. her mind raced, trying to predict what would happen inside, what questions would be asked, what accusations would be thrown.

and above all, the message written in blood...it was personal. someone had targeted her. why? what had she done to deserve this kind of attention? she wasn't the most popular idol in the industry. on top of that, y/n didn't even fit into the country's beauty standard which made her stand out like a sore thumb...then again, stalker cases in japan weren't uncommon. many women were subjected to one and with her occupation only amplifying her status and having bits & pieces of her personal life plastered online, y/n can only imagine just what this person could be capable of—phone calls, text messages, following her, spreading rumors online, hacking accounts, threatening her, harming animals, property damage, and filming her without her consent.

she felt like she was going to be sick...

before she knew it, she found herself standing in front of the door. her hand shook as she reached out to open it, her pulse quickening. just get it over with. but before her fingers could even brush the handle, someone cleared their throat nearby, causing her to flinch and take a hurried step back, nearly dropping her belongings in the process.

she fumbled with her things, just barely managing to keep hold of them.

y/n turned quickly, her eyes wide with surprise, and found the headmaster standing just a few feet away. but he wasn't alone. standing beside him was none other than megamo saikou, the head of the student council. His presence, as always, exuded a cool, calculating air. he was known for being intimidating, almost unreachable, and even now, as their gazes briefly met, y/n felt an added layer of tension settle over her. what was he doing here?

"s/n," the headmaster spoke, stepping forward. his voice was calm, though there was an underlying seriousness that only made y/n more anxious. "go ahead and wait inside my office. i still have a few things i'd like to discuss with saikou here...privately."

y/n swallowed hard, her gaze flicking toward megamo once more. he didn't seem particularly interested in her, his eyes focused elsewhere, as if he had much more important matters on his mind. the fleeting eye contact they shared was enough to make her feel even smaller, like an outsider looking in on something she didn't understand.