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“Presi—“
“What did I tell you about that, Sayaka?”
Sayaka blushed and leaned past Kirari’s face, their cheeks brushing. She pressed her lips to the edge of Kirari’s jawbone for only one moment before drawing back so they ghosted over her ear. “Kirari,” she whispered.
An almost imperceptible shudder ran through Kirari’s body. Sayaka felt it under her hands, one lingering on Kirari’s side while the other gripped her upper arm. She hid herself well. Not well enough, however, for—
“Kirari,” a voice called. There were a couple gentle knocks, and then a crashing sound. Odd for this time of night. Kirari’s dorm was secluded, and usually avoided anyway by the rest of the students. Sayaka met Kirari’s amused gaze and then turned to face the door. It opened a second later, Midari bursting through past a stunned Ririka.
“There’s been a crisis, Kirari,” Midari panted.
Sayaka awkwardly rolled to Kirari’s side, though she found a hand grabbing at hers under the sheets.
“I’d prefer it if you called me President, Midari,” Kirari said smoothly.
Sayaka tried not to laugh. The embarrassment had mostly left her with Kirari’s silent reassurance, though Midari’s presence was already starting to grate on her nerves.
“Sure thing, Pres. Anyway, there’s a whole ruckus going on because a student gambled with a séance, but nobody saw a ghost, so now they’re mad.”
Sayaka felt the barest breath of a sigh on her shoulder where Kirari now laid her chin. “What does this have to do with me?” Kirari asked.
Sayaka herself found the situation pointless already. If someone gambled with a séance on the line, there was no guarantee anything would happen at that séance. The other party should’ve assumed that risk and left calmly regardless of an unsatisfactory outcome, if they had any brains.
“Well,” Midari glanced at Ririka. Ririka stared back at her with wide, blue eyes. Her mask was in one hand, and it looked like her hair was somehow singed at the tips. “What?” Midari waved a hand at her. “It’s your girlfriend!”
“But you—“
“I leant you a gun one night, that’s it. Now I’m going to see where Yumeko is.”
Silence filled the room once Midari had left and Sayaka raised an eyebrow at Ririka. She stood there glancing from their foreheads to the wall and back, like she was unsure what to do and desperately wanted to leave.
“Say it, Ririka,” Sayaka said.
“Mary gambled with this new student who claimed to be a medium, who said they could have a séance and…Mary could speak to her lost loved one—“
“Oh, Tsuzura,” Kirari said suddenly. Ririka was staring at the floor now.
“You sabotaged it, then?” She continued. Sayaka could tell she wasn’t truly excited. She already knew her sister had gone to extreme measures in the past, as did Sayaka by extension.
“You sabotaged what?” An enraged Mary stepped into the room, holding an unlit candle and a photo, for whatever reason. Sayaka knew their purpose, but she couldn’t fathom why Mary brought them here. Some people just lacked common sense.
Another sigh, almost like a cool breeze, hit her shoulder. Sayaka squeezed Kirari’s hand and received an appreciative one in return. As Ririka became engaged in a mostly one-sided argument, Sayaka turned to look at Kirari. “It could be worse,” she suggested. Kirari laughed softly and shook her head. “Oh, it will.”
A banging on the window, then, made Sayaka jolt up, clutching the sheets to her chest. Kirari was still laughing beside her, though she kept a steady hold on Sayaka’s hand.
Meanwhile, Sayaka’s other hand began to creep toward Kirari’s nightstand, where she kept a taser in the top drawer. She watched the window with narrowed eyes. Mary apparently grew tired of something overshadowing their fight and, grumbling, moved to open the window.
Runa fell in gracefully, landing on her feet like a cat. She dusted herself off, and then offered Mary and Ririka her most evil eyes. It was as if a spell was cast over the room.
Sayaka relaxed back into the pillows and focused on Kirari’s hand while Runa gave Mary a stern talking to. From what she heard, Runa couldn’t hold Ririka at fault for the sabotage because of some loophole in the rules.
This, of course, fired up Mary, who tried to explain how beating up the other student didn’t violate any rules while also throwing curses at Ririka. She did know how to multitask.
Normally, this would interest Sayaka. Not Mary’s weak defense, but she was always looking for possible loopholes in case the president needed a way out of a gamble. Not that she ever would, but it was best to be vigilant.
Right now, though, she preferred to just wait until everyone left them alone so she could get back to what was most important.