It had been a couple of months since Kirari had chosen you as her pet; a title that, in Hyakkaou Academy, was supposed to be a mark of shame.

And yet, nothing about your situation resembled humiliation.

You had caught the president’s attention with your cunning, calculated way of playing… and with something else, something she had never explained. From the instant her eyes settled on you, you had been caught in her spider’s web, silk-thin, and impossible to escape.

Even though you still weren’t sure what she truly wanted from you, one thing was certain: Kirari did not treat you like a slave. If anything, you got privileges that none of the so-called "pets" had ever had like: luxurious gifts from her, and, her constant attention.

Attention that was unsettling, but because it was gentle in a way no one expected from Kirari Momobami.

Everyone at the academy noticed it. They would stare with suspicion every time you walked down the corridors.

That morning, Hyakkaou Academy was more restless than ever, with more rumors buzzing around. You opened the door to the President’s office.

The room was bathed in cold, bluish light leaking in from the massive windows. Aquariums lined the walls, tall, silent monoliths of glass, where rare fish drifted in slow, hypnotic patterns. Their movements reflected off the polished floor, casting shifting shapes that made the room seem alive…

Kirari stood by the window with her back turned to you. Her white hair shimmered faintly under the soft light.

“care for a card game?”

She asked without turning around.

She didn’t need to look. She had recognized you instantly, from the rhythm of your footsteps, from the soft click of the door closing behind you. She knew everything about you now.