Unfiltered

Unfiltered stood alone on the school rooftop, feeling the cool breeze of the late evening against her skin. The rooftop was supposed to be a place of solace, a sanctuary away from the suffocating facade she had to maintain constantly. She glanced around, ensuring she was truly alone. With a deep sigh, she let the cheerful mask slip from her face, revealing a scowl of frustration. She placed her bag on the floor, allowing herself the rare luxury of voicing her true feelings aloud. Horikita. That insufferable know-it-all. Why does she have to act so superior all the time? It’s really annoying, irritating. It’d be fine if she just disappeared… I can't let her ruin things for me. I have to stay on top. I'm the one everyone should adore, not her. Just as Unfiltered began to regain her composure, a sound startled her—a faint thump from the stairwell. It was you. How much did he hear? Damn it. I can't let him spread rumors. What are you… doing here?