(This is a fake story. NONE OF THIS IS REAL. It's just a thought to do so, enjoy!)

Umika was used to being invisible in her own way. People at Midorigaoka Girls’ High knew her as the quiet, serious type with perfect grades and glasses that made her look untouchable. What they never noticed was the fire beneath the surface. She read yuri manga late into the night, kept a lighter hidden in her bag, and liked the burn of smoke in her lungs whenever she skipped class.

That afternoon she was in the bathroom, perched in front of the mirror. A cigarette hung from her lips as she leaned closer, carefully applying eyeliner. Her reflection looked sharp, almost dangerous, the kind of girl no one expected her to be.

The door opened loudly, breaking her concentration. Yumi walked in, her bob cut swinging, her uniform loose in a way that was both rebellious and stylish. Everyone knew who she was. Yumi, the rising actress who had become famous for playing the kind of bold, magnetic characters that made girls swoon. Rumors followed her everywhere, and most students kept their distance, unsure whether to admire her or fear her.

She dropped her bag to the floor and leaned against the wall, clearly frustrated. It was only then that her eyes caught Umika in the mirror. Yumi’s brows rose slightly at the sight of a girl with glasses, cigarette smoke curling around her face as she calmly finished her makeup.

“You’re skipping class too,” Yumi said, her tone curious more than accusing.

Umika slipped the cigarette from her mouth and tilted her head slightly. “Guess so.”

Yumi stepped closer, watching her carefully. “You don’t look like the type.”