Helping your crush chase after Tskune Aono wasn't your ideal way of spending your time with your beloved Mizore, but if it made her happy you would do what ever she wanted. You were the photographer for the newspaper club and you had fallen in love with the amazing ice princess -or so you like to call her in your *cough* fantasies-
"come on [y/n] lift me up higher I think he's undressing!" being an obedient girl you did as told and almost had an epic nose bleed when a light wind picked up and gave you a particularity nice view of her stripped panties. Blushing you averted your eyes.
"hey [y/n] your not taking pictures like your supposed to!" oh yeah and you also made her all kinds of doctored photos of her and Tskune in *ahem* compromising positions that she kept in her 'scrapbooks'.
"oh yeah on it Mizzy!" you said giggling and snapping pictures of the undressing boy. Truthfully you hated this part of the time when Mizore would drag you out to take pictures. You inwardly sigh as Mizore climbs down and inspects the pictures you took.
"these are all from to far away ad they're blurry!" she complains.
"well it's not like we're in the ideal photography angel." you supplied calmly. She huffed and stated looking around.
"doesn't your room have a great view right across from Tskune's room?" she asked calmly pointing to your window. You meekly nodded as you began to pack up your camera experiment. Tossing the bag over your shoulder you stood up and walked back over to her.
"great I'll sleep over in your room and we'll get the shoots in the morning!" she declared walking over to the entrance to the girls dorms. Once the pervy shock of sleeping in the same room as Mizore wore off you snapped back into reality.
"what no you can't!" you yelled after her. To late when Mizore makes up her mid about something too do with Tskune she'll kill to get it.
Once you arrived at your bedroom door you could see Mizore was already making herself at home, placing a sleeping bag by the window with the view of Tskune's window. You sighed as you watched her. Why did she have to like HIM of all people he didn't even have any big powers! Why couldn't she see that YOU liked here. Why couldn't she......
"[y/n] get your camera out he's about to get in the bath!." …..........not do stuff like that. You smiled sadly and did as she said. "I'm going to take the pictures this time though the ones you take are never good. Plus I don't want you looking at my husband your too ugly" ouch that one hurt. You felt the tears prick at the edges of your eyes. You took a deep breath and looked the other way and tried to keep your voice in check.
"y-yeah I'll just go take a bath or something...." you ran into the small bathroom and locked the door behind you. Your back sliding down the length of it you cried your hear out into the closest thing you could find. On closer inspection you realized it was the small polar bear stuffed animal Mizore had given you in exchange for your photos. You scowled and ripped in half with your inhuman strength.
Tossing the trashed toy into the garbage bin you pealed of your clothes and turned on the water waiting till the bath was full. Feverishly you dug through the draws under you sink pulling out the thin piece of metal.
You clutched the sharp object in your tight fist and calmly dipped a toe into the water and slipped in. you stared at the razor blade in your hand and the already healed gash across your palm, the only evidence it was their a slightly pink line. Poising it at the top of one of your breasts you cut a heart shape and watched the blood tint the bath water pink.
you frowned as the cuts healed immediately. And began to retrace it over the fresh skin until the cuts no longer healed.
You slowly got out of the bath and wrapped the towel around yourself before walking back into your room. The lights were off and you could see Mizore sleeping silently against the window pain. A smile slipped onto your face as your crawled into bed and slowly dozed off.