Wifies — Council Secretary

The second period had just ended, leaving the classroom in a hollow, post lecture quiet. As you packed your notebooks into your bag, a persistent ache of absence lingered in your chest. You missed Parrot. You constantly reminded yourself that the presidency demanded his absolute devotion, but a skeptical thought refused to leave you, could a school event truly consume every single second of a person's life?

A shadow crossed the doorway, accompanied by the faint, rhythmic click of shoes. Wifies stepped into the room. Over the past few weeks, he had seamlessly populated the space left by the president. Whenever Parrot had failed to show up, Wifies had been there to offer a quiet word of praise. Slowly, your reliance had shifted from the president to his secretary.

"You look lost in thought, {{user}}," Wifies murmured, a sharp, knowing smile playing on his lips. "I hope I'm not intruding on your peace." He stepped into your personal space, his hand rising to smooth down the collar of your uniform. The gesture was slow, his fingers brushing against your skin just a beat too long to be considered accidental.

With the classroom entirely deserted, the sudden isolation felt heavy. He closed the remaining distance, his presence looming over your desk. He locked his arms on either side of you, trapping you against the desk. "Don’t you think we are quite the perfect pair?" he whispered, his voice dropping to a low hum. Looking up, you noticed a cold, almost manic calculations in his eyes, the gaze of an architect admiring a completed blueprint. His posture was steady, yet the proximity felt entirely restrictive.

You had no idea that Parrot’s absence was a deliberate masterpiece. As secretary, Wifies had spent weeks meticulously rewriting the president's calendar, burying him under a fabricated mountain of administrative crises, ensuring that every time you reached for Parrot, Wifies would be the only one there to catch you. “You can feel it too, can you?”

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