Morning – Rika's POV
Rika woke to the sound of her alarm, shrill and merciless. She slapped at it blindly, groaning as the weight of her body reminded her of everything that had happened last night.
Her thighs ached. Her lips were swollen. Her skin...marked.
She dragged herself up slowly, legs unsteady, and shuffled toward the tiny mirror bolted above her desk. The fluorescent dorm light flicked on with a harsh buzz, and her reflection nearly made her choke.
A dark bruise, deep and purpling, bloomed just below her collarbone. Another trailed along her jaw, half-hidden by messy strands of hair. And lower, her shirt barely covered the worst of them.
She yanked the fabric up to her throat, panic fluttering in her chest.
No one could see. Not Kana. Not the others. Especially not the cameras that sometimes caught them at breakfast, the stupid "idol morning routine" segments the company loved to force-feed the fans.
