Disclaimer: Kill La Kill, Ryuko and my waifu Satsuki belongs to Trigger, sobs.


Kiryuin Satsuki observed the intricate features of her partner, the opposite side of a coin they say; the yin to her yang- Matoi Ryuko while she sleeps comfortably beside her on the Kiryuin manor's luxury queen bed only the extra-privileged are able to indulge. Even in all the adherently less feminine manner of addressing herself, Ryuko's beauty was still prominent enough to be noticed and is desirable to many, especially with a voluptuous body for a seventeen year old girl.

Physical attributes aside; of course, it was her indigenously repulsive personality that served as an indirect attention to the Kiryuin. Hate is a ricochet of love that took the road not usually crossed by many, a counterintuitive in its sovereignty, and it definitely hit both of them eventually resulting in an unexpected turn of events.

"Consider yourself lucky to capture my limitless attention, Matoi" Satsuki whispered, a half-smile grazed her lips as her dainty fingers caressed Ryuko's slightly coarse hair. "On a side note you need to use one of the Kiryuin-made shampoos, your damaged hair repulses me."

"I'm trying to sleep, shut up" mumbled a tired, half-awake delinquent, unaware of Satsuki's heartfelt monologues about her.

Satsuki smiled as she got up from her bed, sat on a chair and reached for her journal. It was the journal she used to record her emotional journey she took from Day 1 when she decided to be in a relationship with Matoi. She had to immortalize everything as her time for insolent affairs towards a commoner is proven to be sparse, sensing how her mother had arranged a corporate matrimony as soon as she donned Junketsu. A huge part of her rebelled at the thought of the immense torture she had to face within her mother's dictatorial judgement, but a Kiryuin has to abide to their traditions especially when one is a sole heir of the clan.

She stopped writing for a while and stared at Ryuko from afar.

"Or maybe, I could overthrow the system and let Matoi in anyway."

That idea didn't sound unnatural to her after all.

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