❝ 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙨 ❞
In which Y/n L/n finds herself in an all-male school as the only female. She will not let herself be taken advantage of, not ever. A talking cat, seven dorms, and plenty of situations that le...
Chapter Thirty-One: Start of a Song-filled Semester
[ The Beautiful Oppressor Arc: Start! ]
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You glanced at the gloves that you pulled over your fingers, flexing them through the gloves as you listened to Grim complain.
" It's freezin' in here! Y'think they'd let me take my blanket with me to school? " the cat demon asked, glancing up at you.
You let out a sigh, eyes narrowing as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You were dressed to the nines in winter get-up, albeit, you were still forced to wear the normal school uniform. Woolen gloves decorated your hands, and your regular shoes were replaced by boots. Around your neck, covering your gem– was a simple black scarf.
" What's up, Y/n? You're starin' hard at that mirror. " Grim pointed out before frowning. " If you're worried about bedhead, don't be. You look fine," he said, crossing his arms.
You sighed, turning around as you swiftly walked out the door, with the cat demon following closely behind you.
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" Morning Y/n, and Grim. How's it goin'? " Ace asked, red eyes watching as you walked up to them.
You faintly glanced at the two boys, and then at yourself. While you were dressed to the nines in order to make sure you stayed warm– the boys were dressed like they usually would, with no scarves in sight.
For a moment you thought back to what Azul told you– perhaps their regular uniforms were enchanted with magic, just like the dorm uniforms?
Albeit, if that was the case– then your uniform didn't have that.
Deuce smiled softly at you, " Good morning you two. It's pretty chilly today, huh? " he asked, tilting his head back as he looked around. Nothing had changed since the start of January– and why would it, really? It still looked the same, covered in snow from top to bottom.
As you all walked down the street, you couldn't help but glance at the statues that decorated it. You felt as if their eyes were following you.
As you turned your head to look at Grimhilde's statue, you couldn't help but try and stifle a gasp as you looked at it.
Time seemed to stop as you stared at it– her. In all of her gray color, Grimhilde seemed to leer down at you from her perch of stone. Her lips curled into a snarl as she looked at you– yet you sensed no malice.
Grimhildes entire life was spent chasing perfection– being the fairest of them all. And yet, as she stood here in stone, looking down at you– the girl who wandered campus, she couldn't help but feel that maybe she wasn't the one who achieved it.
Grimhilde thought back to her dorm for a moment– and couldn't help but want to frown at the thought of it all.
The ruler was ruthless in his pursuit of perfection– much like herself, she mused.
