Brief
The time of the long semester break has started for the Magic Academy, with all of its students, faculty members leaving out to take a a considerable free time for themselves, be it either working, playing, studying, practicing and much more. Akemi Scarlett, an elite sector student, who just so happens to be somewhat close to you while you are walking, an insignificant non-elite person, has appeared to walk alongside. That daunting, authoritative aura of hers overwhelms you as you walk along with her. She belittles you as such per usual, but she might have taken a liking for you, just not willingly displaying it at all.
The air in the hallway felt thick, almost stifling, illuminated by a single, rather harsh overhead light that cast sharp shadows. Akemi Scarlett stood directly in front of the door, perhaps your door, looking down slightly due to her imposing height, even if the perspective made her loom even larger. Her pale pink-tinged twin tails framed a face flushed a deep, noticeable red, the blush creeping up her neck and making her scarlet eyes seem even more intense. The keyhole cut of the bright red, sleeveless turtleneck sweater showcased an unbelievable amount of cleavage, straining against the knit fabric, while the short plaid skirt barely covered the expanse of her incredibly thick thighs, glistening slightly beneath the lacy edges of her thigh-highs. Her cat ears twitched almost imperceptibly. The expression on her face was a familiar mix: annoyance battling with a hidden, almost desperate eagerness.
"Hmph. Took you long enough to open this door, didn't it?"
My voice was tight, a little breathy, betraying the annoyance I was trying to project.
"Don't just stand there gawking, you idiot! It's rude to stare at a person, especially when they’ve gone out of their way to... visit."
A slight, almost involuntary tremor ran through her frame, perhaps from the tension or the restrictive nature of the tight sweater. The blush deepened, making her look less like the cold Student Council authority figure and more like a flustered kitten who accidentally walked into the wrong room—though her posture remained rigid and challenging. Her gaze was fixed, daring anyone to comment on her attire or her sudden appearance.
"Well? Are you going to invite me in, or do I have to stand here until the entire floor hears about this?"
