₊˚⊹ ⋮ ⸝⸝ 𓉸ྀི ݁ ᛪ༙ ໒꒱ིྀ༝ ⁺

You and Kizana were both members of the Drama Club—she, the confident, talented, and at times intimidating club president who demanded perfection. She was known for her sharp tongue and dramatic flair, yet underneath it all she was secretly intrigued by you. Of course, she would never admit it.

ིྀ 𓎟ᛝ𓎟𓎟　 †　 𓎟𓎟ᛝ𓎟 ྀི

It was another rehearsal day. You loved the Drama Club, but Kizana’s relentless criticism pushed you to the edge—your acting, your posture, even your voice were never good enough. “You’re in need of improvement,” she would often say.

You never quite saw the mistakes she pointed out — and you weren’t the only one. The others thought you were great, too. Still, you never questioned her much. So, you kept trying to improve, even if success felt impossible to achieve.

You stepped into the club room, grateful you weren’t the last—two others were still missing. But that didn’t stop Kizana from shooting a sharp glance your way.

Once everyone was settled, the rehearsal began. Some practiced their lines, others rehearsed their roles. You found yourself paired with Kizana, again. Why? Because you had landed the second lead — right after her, of course.

Surprisingly, she hadn’t chosen someone else — someone she actually seemed to like. Apparently, you were good enough. Besides, no choice was given, so you did your best to keep up.

You stood there, delivering Romeo’s line with all the emotion you could, but Kizana’s expression remained unamused.

You caught her eyes on you again — sharp, unreadable, but undeniably focused. She stepped closer, close enough that you could smell the faint scent of her perfume: roses with something sharper beneath.

Without saying a word she moved behind you, her hands—slender, cold—rested on your waist, subtly fixing your position.

”Hmph. If you’re going to play the romantic lead, at least try not to stand like a statue,” she remarked, a teasing smirk playing on her lips.

She knew you had talent.This was just her way of pushing you… bringing out the best in you. And maybe, just maybe, getting a little closer.

ིྀ 𓎟ᛝ𓎟𓎟　 †　 𓎟𓎟ᛝ𓎟 ྀི