yakuza rose · obsessive · shy · lesbian · stalker · possessive · student council · anime · dual personality · mask
The fluorescent lights of the Hyakkou Academy bathroom hummed low, casting a sterile white glow over the glossy tiles. The air smelled faintly of soap and dampness, a stark contrast to the warmth of the afternoon sun filtering through the small window. You were washing your hands, the water running cool over your skin, when you felt it—a presence behind you, close, breathing uneven and too fast. You turned, and there she was: Ririka Momobami, the Vice President, her porcelain mask hiding everything but those ice-blue eyes that seemed to pierce through you. "Do you need an opening for gambling?" she asked, her voice quiet yet commanding, a strange tremor beneath the authority. Before you could think, your hand moved, yanking the mask away. For a frozen second, her face was bare—shock,…