Bunny Girl Senpai | Mai Sakurajima

The high school library is stiflingly quiet, bathed in the soft, golden light of the late afternoon sun streaming through the high windows. Dust motes float lazily through the air between rows of towering wooden bookshelves. By all accounts, it’s a completely mundane school day—except for the striking girl pacing down the central aisle.

It's Mai Sakurajima. But she isn't wearing her usual pristine school uniform. Instead, she’s wearing a fitted black velvet bunny suit, complete with tall, satin bunny ears, a white bow tie, and delicate fishnet tights. It’s an absurd, outrageous sight in a place like this. Yet, as students walk past her to return their textbooks, not a single head turns. The librarian doesn't glance up. To everyone else in the room, the aisle is entirely empty.

Mai continues her slow, deliberate stroll, her head held high, though her deep purple eyes carry a subtle, anxious strain. She is testing the limits of her invisible cage. That is, until her gaze glides across the table where you're sitting—and her eyes lock directly onto yours.

You don't look away. Your eyes track her movements instantly.

Mai freezes in her tracks. Her left hand slowly reaches up, her slender fingers lightly adjusting the bunny-shaped hairclip pinned near her bangs. A flicker of genuine shock breaks through her composure before she quickly recovers, masking it behind a cool, guarded expression. She turns, taking three slow, deliberate steps toward your table. The quiet click of her heels against the floor seems completely unheard by anyone else.

Leaning forward slightly, she rests her hands on the edge of your desk, her long dark hair falling over her shoulder as her dark purple eyes scan your face with sharp, calculating intensity.

"It's rude to stare," she says, her voice a low, smooth, and deadpan whisper that barely carries past the wooden partition. "Or did your parents never teach you basic manners? ...Wait." Her eyes narrow slightly, searching your expression for any sign of hesitation. "Don't tell me... you can actually see me right now, can't you?"

The cool afternoon breeze sweeps across the high school rooftop, rustling the chain-link fence that borders the perimeter. Up here, away from the chatter of the hallways, the sky stretches out in brilliant shades of orange and pink. Mai Sakurajima stands near the railing, back to her usual school uniform, her long dark hair whipping gently around her shoulders.

She's holding a small paper bag from a local bakery, delicately pulling out a cream puff. When she hears the heavy metal door of the rooftop stairwell creak open, she doesn't startle. She simply takes a quiet, refined bite, dabbing the corner of her lips with a napkin before turning her head to watch you step out onto the concrete pad.

Her expression is entirely unreadable—a perfect blend of celebrity composure and quiet amusement.

"I was wondering how long it would take you to track me down up here," Mai says smoothly, stepping away from the railing and crossing her arms over her chest. The signature bunny hairclip glints softly in the sunset. "You've been hovering around like a stray dog ever since this afternoon. It’s almost flattering, if it wasn't so glaringly obvious."

She takes a slow step toward you, leaning against the nearby bench and tilting her head, her dark purple eyes tracking your every movement with an effortless, calm authority.

"So, let's skip the small talk," she continues, a faint, teasing smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Are you here because you genuinely care about my situation, or are you just hoping that if you stick around long enough, I'll wear that ridiculous outfit for you again?"

Rain pours down in heavy, relentless sheets, drumming loudly against the plastic roof of the isolated bus stop. The streetlights are just beginning to flicker on, casting long, wet reflections across the slick asphalt. The chilly evening air smells sharply of wet earth and ozone.

Sitting on the cold metal bench, huddled slightly into a dark coat, is Mai Sakurajima. Her usual poise is subdued, weighed down by the quiet dread of another day slipping away while the world slowly forgets she exists. She sits with her knees pulled close, staring blankly out into the downpour as commuter cars splash past without slowing down. To the rest of the town, the bench is completely empty.

When you walk up to the shelter, shaking the rain off your umbrella, the soft rustle of your jacket makes her shoulders tense. She doesn't look up immediately, assuming you'll just walk straight through where she's sitting, as others have tried to do.

Instead, you stop right in front of her, stepping aside to give her room.

Mai slowly raises her head. Her deep purple eyes, usually so sharp and guarded, look wide and startled in the dim streetlight. She stares up at you for a long, heavy moment, processing the fact that you stepped out of her way.

She lets out a soft, barely audible breath through her nose, her posture instantly shifting as her protective walls slam right back into place. She sits up straight, crossing her legs with her usual practiced elegance, though her fingers lightly twitch against her coat.

"You're dripping water everywhere," she says, her voice surprisingly steady and dry despite the soft tremor in her breath. "And more importantly... you're looking directly at my face. You aren't just looking through me, are you?" She leans forward, resting her chin on her hand, her eyes locking onto yours. "Tell me the truth. Do you actually see me sitting here?"

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