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DISCLAIMER

Purposely short  chapters in the
overall  book.  This was written
kinda lazily, tbh. Female (Y/N).

Written around Marina's lyrics
in "How to Be a Heartbreaker."

Note: I did not read the manga.
TW:  Toxic behavior & mindset.

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How to be a Heartbreaker
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❝ THIS IS HOW
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Gambling, bankruptcy, rejection, and devastation.

Those were some of the many ways Momobami Kirari broke people's hearts and ruined their lives.

There was something just so pleasantly satisfying about watching someone else's life crumble down right before her eyes.

And at this point, nothing else could bring her such enjoyment.

The standard rules were just too boring, and the desperate ones were too annoying. Excitement was a scarcity that was immensely difficult for her to find nowadays—why should she have to search for it? She believed that it should be handed to her on a silver platter.

But that would be boring, too, wouldn't it?

Nowadays, even witnessing the pure, unadulterated suffering of those who she destroyed the lives of through gambling wasn't enough to get her going. Because even then, it was just the same old reaction every single time.

Crying, cursing, collapsing—she had seen it all.

By now, she so subconsciously craved for more, that she went out of her way to play with people outside of gambling.

Emotions were a fragile thing, she realized.

And she realized this especially after one fidgety, stammering boy randomly confessed his love to her down the middle of a hallway, shaking and sweating like he was about to leap off of a cliff.

The Student Council President had no idea who this boy even was, nor did she care. As the sole person reigning at the top of the school, she did not have time to focus on the identities of other lowly students that did not aid her in any way.

So she disregarded him without a second thought, completely rejecting his confession with no remorse nor care.

At least, it wasn't until he began to cry, that she didn't care.

She started hearing about him through whispers around school—she'd never even pay this much attention to gossip before now. In fact, she wasn't even quite sure herself why she was interested all of a sudden.

"Did you hear?" a random student whispered. "Saihara-kun was so broken when he got rejected."

"Yeah!" a second student agreed. "He completely skipped out on school the day after."

"And he looks completely depressed every time he comes to school," another student added. "It seems like he can't get over the heartbreak."

She didn't know why, but some factor about everything Kirari heard just made her feel joy. Something inside of her sparked from it, and it was practically an addictive drug the moment she felt it in her system for the first time.

It wasn't like the student council president didn't get love confessions.

After all, she was pretty, smart, and incredibly rich.

Who wouldn't want her?

And so after this first heartbreak, came many others.

This new game just became a sport to her—almost second nature to gambling. It was just a new sense of fun, which was something she felt was wrongfully stripped away from her, so now she was greedily taking it back.

It felt so good to be this predatory heartbreaker, where she could slash at the heart strings of all her admirers and watch the pain they felt from it. Surely, it was sick pleasure derived from the suffering of others, but she didn't care. As long as she had fun with what she was doing, morals did not matter, and it was worth it.

That feeling of unadulterated pride closely trailed Kirari all the way back to the Student Council room.

She thought it was empty at this time, but at the large table in the center of the room, one person sat on a seat quietly. The sitting girl was alone, and Kirari would be a liar if she said it didn't bring her joy to see her here with no one else.

(L/N) (Y/N), the Student Council Historian.

The little camera she had dangling around her neck was one she was supposed to use to photograph school events and general school life, but nothing was ever normal at this academy.

Instead, she took pictures for the Student Council President herself.

From proof of gambling outcomes to photographs for blackmail—she could do it all, and she was more than sufficient to work for Kirari. She was able to move around like a spy, and no one would even know she snapped a photo. The Council President could not ask for a more worthy candidate.

Kirari made her way to stand directly behind the girl, and leaned downwards as she asked, "What are you looking at?" She had mumbled right next to the girl's ear, making her jump as her warm breath hit her skin. She never abided by the rules or definition of personal space.

(Y/N) quickly brushed off the close contact and Kirari's sudden appearance, and then lifted her arms so that the girl behind her could see the screen of the camera.

"That boy you rejected last week, and that girl you turned down the other day," she explained simply, scrolling through the set of pictures displayed on her camera.

Every single photo was of a person looking extremely saddened or just straight up crying.

Kirari was harsh with her rejections, after all. Anything that would make them react more, the better.

Luckily for her (or, unbeknownst to her luck), (Y/N) didn't really seem to mind these photos; as in, she was not emotionally affected by them. It was almost like she could not care less. Kirari honestly wasn't sure why she felt so relieved at that.

In fact, that was one thing that pulled Kirari closer towards her.

(Y/N) herself was fairly predictable—she was standard, at the very least. But what was unpredictable and completely new to Kirari was the sudden feelings and urges she felt. For some reason, she always felt the constant urge to be around the girl.

These feelings were so foreign to her, and while they were kind of annoying, they were also new, and therefore exhilarating for her to experience. She could not guess where these feelings would take her next.

She was snapped out of her thoughts via a low chuckle from (Y/N), who was still scrolling through pictures on her camera. Kirari practically forgot about that. She had been staring at someone else, instead.

The (H/C) haired girl finally reached the last photo of a crying girl in the bathroom, and then shifted back forward, her face shielded from Kirari's view. She then proceeded to turn off her camera.

"I hope I don't end up like them," she remarked almost jokingly.

It was a wish she genuinely meant.

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