𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝘽𝙚𝙩, 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙍𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜....𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝-𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙡𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙩, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙩. 𝘿𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙘'𝙨. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙍𝙞𝙧𝙞, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩. 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙩, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚. 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙠. 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙛𝙩. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩.

"Você é minha, querendo ou não, porque eu simplesmente anseio que seja assim, você não tem escolha" - Riri Timurov E se ela fosse dela? Somente dela. Mas ela, ela não fosse dela? E se ela tentasse lutar contra isso, mas ao mesmo tempo, isso estivesse valendo sua morte? E se ela, mesmo sendo totalmente fria e tendo um enorme coração de pedra, se tornasse dependente dela? E se acontecesse algo inacreditável? As duas se apaixonassem.

I would probably make this into a Oneshot so let's see:>

Momobami Ririka considers herself to be the shadow of her sister. She hides behind a mask both figuratively and literally, but then Mary Saotome and her cross paths. During the span of them being partners for the election, they grow closer to each other, and their relationship turns into something more. What would happen if things were to change between them? Hi!! This is my First fanfic Mostly just fluff. Made it about Meariri cause I need more content with these two! Note: None of the art belongs to me + Manga spoilers.

The fact that Riri was willing to go on a second date, especially after the horrible things she had said to her at the student council party, was a miracle in and of itself. Mary was determined to make sure it would be just as enchanting and memorable as their first.

Riri Timurov, the quiet and enigmatic stepsister of Kira Timurov, had always kept to herself. Her silence wasn't just a habit, it felt like a carefully constructed barrier, shielding something deeper. Mary Davis, ever observant and quietly inquisitive, had long harbored a growing curiosity about Riri. There was something about her presence that seemed unfinished, a mystery waiting to be unraveled. Who was Riri, really? Mary couldn't help but wonder.

Não a nada mais forte que o amor de uma mulher....só a obsessão.

Mary sempre foi uma garota solitária. Ela nunca permitiu que ninguém se aproximasse muito dela e, de certa forma, isso era exatamente o que ela queria. No entanto, um dia, uma certa garota entrou em sua vida sem pedir permissão. Essa garota era Riri.

Set on the day of the bet gala. Mary finds herself on the dance floor alone. Her supposed 'date' is nowhere to be found. She sighs, defeated. "I should've known. She'd never genuinely ask me out. God, how could I be so -" Mary's string of thoughts paused. As a manicured hand tapped gently at her shoulder. Riri... ♤♡♧◇