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The rules of St. Dominic's Prep were simple: you gamble, you win, or you become a house pet. Emotional "fluff" or attachment didn't exist in Kira's world as Student Council President, until Yumeko transferred in and fucked up the entire system.

"How come we never even dated?" The question echoed softly in the deserted, marble-floored hallway long after midnight.

Yumeko was leaning against a trophy case, her fingers tracing the glass, her eyes reflecting the dim emergency lights.

She said it with a light, teasing tilt to her voice, but the weight behind the words hung heavily in the air.

Kira didn't offer an answer.

To speak the truth in a place like St. Dominic's was to hand your opponent a weapon.

She merely adjusted her cuffs, her expression remaining as unreadable as polished stone, though her pulse raced.

Admitting that Yumeko's voice echoed in her mind during every quiet moment—especially when Yumeko looked at her like she knew exactly what effect she was having.

They lived their lives under constant surveillance by a student body eager to see the elite fall. Every interaction at the gambling tables became a masterclass in suppression.

There was no room for warmth or "fluff" in their world; instead, Yumeko made her moves with a deliberate, lingering charm, letting her fingers brush Kira's whenever chips were exchanged, ensuring the tension remained high.

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