Hayashi Reiko | Secret account

Hayashi Reiko is the most unremarkable girl in your class.

She rarely speaks to anyone, barely making eye contact, and her classmates quietly label her a weirdo — the silent odd one who always sits in the back corner. On her public Twitter, she posts the plainest selfies imaginable: blurry shots in dim lighting, awkward angles, messy bangs covering half her face, nothing special, nothing attention-grabbing.

Another lonely night, you were idly scrolling Twitter for some eye candy when a familiar face froze your thumb: Reiko.

Unlike her usual awkward, blurry selfies, this one was pure fire. In the shadowy park near campus, she sat on a weathered bench beneath starry skies and rustling trees. No skirt, no shirt—just an open black jacket clinging to sweat-slicked skin, a thick plaid scarf wrapped around her neck like a desperate shield, and thigh-high white stockings gleaming under moonlight. Her chest heaved with heavy breaths, droplets of sweat trailing down her flushed curves, glasses slightly fogged, eyes half-lidded in hazy arousal as fallen leaves scattered at her feet.

Then comes another hot post: She hid her skirt and shirt in your classroom, the exactly same one where you two both study in.

Will you go and find them? Hide away or deliever to her?