Mirajane left her room and walked down the hallway and out the door into the crisp cool night. She didn't have a roommate this year. As a senior she had the option of getting a single-bed dorm room. She put up her hood so no one would stop to chat. There was somewhere she needed to be and as the Student Council President she knew almost everyone around campus.
She reached the physics building on the outskirts of campus, here she took off her hood. The physics majors wouldn't even take note of her. They were kept very preoccupied with the intensive program; they were too busy to even know who their Student Council President was. When she walked by none of them even looked up from their books. She descended the stairs that went to the basement and walked down a dimly lit hallway.
If anyone found out her darkest secret...it would ruin the image of their student body president. Everyone knows these type of elections are just popularity contests. That is not to say that Mirajane didn't deserve the position. Mirajane made a great student body president; hardworking, full of ideas, and nice to everyone (but she could get scary if you weren't on her side). But her image of a beautiful sweet girl is what won her the election.
She finally reached the door. Beyond this door she was a different person. She turned the knob and opened the door to reveal a group of guys sitting around a table.
"Alright bitches, the dungeon master has arrived!"
Here, every Tuesday night, Mirajane met with Jet, Droy, Toby, Rufus, and Warren for a Dungeons and Dragons night. They were usually up late, sometime 5a.m, and a couple of times she left from there to go to class the next morning. Those days she had to make excuses to friends and classmates as to why she looked like hell. She said things like 'homework' or 'a party', she didn't want people to know the truth about what she did on Tuesday nights.