Kotone's contribution to the class was unenthusiastic but at least correct: she read along--though managed to make everything sound as dull as a legal text--and contributed once, but after that... silence. She was at least slightly more enthusiastic in the other classes, though still not particularly enjoying them. Then, though... it was time for a class that was both a blessing and a curse; she enjoyed it and was actually pretty good... but that meant getting changed and the inevitable stares and apprehension.

Fortunately, her seat this time was perfectly suited to allowing her to change in relative peace, and Kotone stripped and changed as quickly as possible in the corner before stalking off to meet her doom.

This uniform... well, it didn't show too much of the tattoos, but what it showed was damning enough. The bloomers were tight and brief enough, though that might just be her physique, to show the very edges of the ink. There was, of course, the black tracery decorating her arms and indicating further progress... and her shirt had (she hoped) shrunk in the wash, revealing a ring of pale flesh and colourful art.

Not waiting for class to start, the yakuza girl set about warming up of her own accord, and settled back into the 'ignore everyone, they have nothing good to say' mindset that had served her so well last year.

People near Cho would have probably been able to hear a stream of blurred and blended profanities running from her mouth between first and second period. It was rare she wound up being late for something, and thus far unprecedented that she would end up missing the entire first period. Just where had Cho been all that time? Well, a few places. First her glasses had fallen off her face on the way to the main building. Even though they were right in front of her, her almost-nonexistent natural eyesight meant it took a few minutes until she found them. And it wasn't even Cho who picked them up; it was a first-year on their own way to first period who actually had no clue where she was headed. So Cho showed her the way - though not before a brief tour of everything so that it wouldn't happen again - and by the time she was done showing the first-year around and dropped her off at class, Cho missed first period. She'd managed to slip into class in time for second period, though, and luckily nobody seemed to notice or otherwise just didn't point it out. She spent those two classes keeping to herself out of shame for having been so late.

And then it was time for PE. Thank god, something I've been looking forward to. Relieved that these two periods went better than the one she missed, Cho got up to her feet and left the classroom as soon as possible. She wasn't about to risk being late for one class after having missed one already. And so, as one could expect, she got to the locker room fairly quick, with some time to spare. Her gym uniform - like any - was bloomers and a shirt; a fairly decent fit in Cho's particular case. The long part of changing for PE was going to be getting all the metal out of her face, just to be sure. And so, once she was in her PE uniform, Cho got started on the various pieces of gold of unknown authenticity and moving them from her face to her locker. This was where she considered her day officially started.

This was the last thing Tohru needed, especially after being dragged through hours upon several monotonous hours of classes. Half the information she learned was irrelevant to the teen anyways, and she was practically floored when she discovered her literature class was not studying American classics. She looked like an idiot in front of the whole class bringing up Edgar Allan Poe before even hearing today's lecture. Thankfully, Tsukuba forgave her and let her off with a bit of a stern, yet reasonable warning. Math also had her reeling, being her most hated subject of all. What the hell would the Pythagorean Theorem or quadratic functions even assist her with in life? Nothing honestly. English she excelled in a tad bit thanks to some prior learning in the iron-bar hotel, yet a majority of it still confused her. Is this day over yet? She kept wondering. Would it end?

Seemed to Tohru the stress of schoolwork was compounding itself with her newfound feelings of inadequate jealousy. She was already beginning to feel run-down and sluggish, but there was only one more class to go before lunch, where she could relax. Unfortunately, that class was yet another of Tohru's displeasures, PE. Physical activity wasn't the issue much, well actually in this case it was since Tohru was moving at about the pace of a garden snail, but most of the time it was being around other people Tohru naturally wished to avoid. With a deep and drawn out sigh, Tohru marched the march of apathetic agony towards the field house, where she already noticed most of the other girls changing into their gym uniforms. Joining in, she stripped off her school colors and tossed them carelessly into an open locker, where-upon soon she changed into the rather constricting white shirt and bloomers. Couldn't we have at least opted for shorts? She felt like such a girly girl in that damn outfit, and there wasn't much of a way she could alter it unlike her school uniform. Well she was dressed now. Might as well head on to the field and stare headlong into the diabolical eyes of imminent despair. F*** my life....

She stood next to some tall girl who was warming up before class and started doing a few half stretches, just to once again blend in and not look out of place, though inside, she was regretting having to contort her shapeless body in such excruciating ways. Tohru had no idea why, but for some odd reason, she kept eyeing the chick next to her, mostly her obscure markings. Where did she see that sort of ink before? "Hey. Nice ink." She casually said to the girl. "So where you get your work done?" Tohru could tell you about every tattoo parlor in Tokyo, but there was one that stood above the rest in Shinjuku. It was called the White Lotus Club, and aside from it being a tattoo parlor....it was also a front for drug deals, mostly meth and heroin....the same vile concoctions her ungrateful parents were strung out on and also the same poison that took some of her friends' lives. And who was pushing the drugs? Who else? Yakuza.... It's probably a koi or a dragon. Whatever it is, This b*tch has blood on her hands.

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For a second, Tohru scanned around the field with her eyes. Mira hadn't shown up yet, which was painfully to Tohru a good thing and a bad thing. She didn't feel like confronting her in front of everyone and making a scene. That just wasn't a thing to do with...personal business. Yet she was still feeling that wretched sharp sting in her heart, avoiding the girl until they were safe in their dorm again. At least she prayed after all this mess was settled, her and Mira could at least be friends, but was that what Tohru honestly wanted from Mira? Friendship? Was there more she considered to their budding relationship already? I doubt it..... She thought rather bitter of herself. Just don't pay it any mind and exercise. You can talk to Mira later, just not in front of all these girls.

She had other matters anyways as she glared headlong at the Yakuza girl with vengeful spite and snarled, "So how much did you get for that smack you dealt Jyunichi?"

Regan had struggled her way through Math and breezed her way through English. The literature part was ok, at least. Modern literature was easier to read than all that old stuff, even if she'd prefer to just read a light novel. She could probably manage well enough in literature, but...

She'd definitely need a tutor for math. Her usual private tutor wasn't here to help her... how much did Dad pay that guy, anyway? She knew what his usual job was, so why...? Well, whatever. It didn't matter, now or then. What mattered was that next was P.E., the second class period she could breeze through without difficulty. The girl sitting by the window began changing at her earliest opportunity, and Regan, being the... forward young lady that she is, took the opportunity to peek. What she saw was very surprising. Both the girl and her artwork were beautiful, but... she was apprehensive. That tattoo could only mean one thing.

... Yakuza...?

At this age, she had a hard time believing it was her choice. Especially since she was a young girl. No scars, either. Not that she could see. Born into it...?

She could understand that.

In any case, Regan took her time changing for PE. She didn't care if other girls looked at her. Hell, she'd encourage it. Though... something about their class rep. kind of... maybe she should be a little more conservative? No time to worry about that, though. If she appeared in some kind of weird doujin, she could just hope it was a yuri doujin. She could also hope it was a normal doujin, but she had to wonder about that. There was no denying the weird expression that came up when modeling was suggested.

Well, whatever. Once Regan had changed (and bound her chest with fabric, instead of wearing a bra), she made her way to the field house, where PE was to be held. Some students were already there, including the girl from her class with the tattoo. She wouldn't mention it, though; don't poke the bear, as the saying goes. Someone else was already talking to her, but she would take the good example of the Yakuza girl and begin with stretches.

Himawari slowly and rather unenthusiastically made her way to PE. Anyone who knew she was a member of the swim team, but knew little beyond that, may be rather surprised to learn that she absolutely loathed... every sport aside from swimming. Oh, she liked watching them, but doing them? There was no nice water surrounding her... it was pretty miserable as far as the brown-haired girl was concerned. But she unfortunately had no choice but to go along with the stupid PE and was not likely to be lucky enough for it to be swimming. Essentially, this sucked really, really badly. Still, she stripped off her clothing quickly and set about getting into her PE outfit, watching carefully for anyone staring. She didn't want any perverts looking! The tattoo'd girl... she'd been a roommate last year... she was yakuza, Himawari knew it. She just... didn't directly mention it... and she had such a big chest!

Flushing and huffing to herself, the small girl looked away and pulled out her shirt, quickly pulling it on. But... but... there was something missing... a crucial part of the PE uniform wardrobe seemed to be absent! No way, she didn't... there was no way she forgot it! She remembered them, she knew for sure, why weren't they there?! Panic seized Himawari, as her blush grew further and further. This was so... so... how did it even happen!?

Himawari's bloomers were completely and utterly(at least as far as she could tell) gone.

Literature class was a breeze, but once the Math teacher came in Mira knew she'd have to concentrate or everything would flow over her head... faster than it already did. Whyyy? Why can't I be perfect at every subject in school? Out of all the subjects at Lilium, Math was the only one she couldn't skate in. She had to take baby steps, or would surely fail. She barely managed a 80% average in last years Math class which wasn't good enough to her, though her parents were quite proud of her. They were different than a lot of the other parents that wanted only 90% and above out of their children. That would probably never be the case for her, but Mira could try her best.

She whizzed through the rest of her academic classes after Math was done, and collected all of her materials into her briefcase. Everyone had almost left the room, so by the looks of it she was going to be one of the last ones out of class and to her surprise, Tohru didn't wait up for her. For some reason she found that strange. She expected her friend would, but maybe she just wanted to hurry to P.E and get changed...

Instead of changing in the locker room, she opted to change in the classroom with several other students since she was already running behind everyone else. Mira quickly got dressed into her bloomers and standard Lilium P.E. shirt. The top turned out to be tighter than she remembered. Perhaps because her chests were a little above average, despite her petite frame. Thank summertime puberty. Lucky!! Finally, she would tie her shoes up and pull the length of her hair into a high ponytail to prevent any safety hazards. With a sigh, she grabbed her briefcase and made her way to gym, where it would blooming with half-naked girls, some shy and some... not. She stuffed her briefcase in her locker before heading onto the field with everyone else already doing some pre-stretching.

As soon as her ruby eyes registered Tohru, Mira almost went over to meet up, but that feeling quickly faded when she saw her chatting with some tall, busty girl with Tattoos?! Whoever the black-haired girl was, she was beautiful, and kind of intimidating. Yakuza? Mira swallowed and walked over to a less populated area, and easily slid onto the ground into the Chinese splits. She would do some basic arm stretches while in splits position, enjoying the nice spring air, and occasionally wondering what Haruka was up to, and whether Tohru still wanted to be friends with her. Don't look, don't look. Mira made sure her eyes stayed out of Tohru's general direction. She had a feeling her new roomie was upset with her.

Someone was actually interest in her tattoos, but not what they signified? That was... novel. No-one ever cared about where they came from; their existence was all that anyone needed to know: maybe she should say? Though that might annoy the artisan responsible for her body's current state; he wasn't exactly running a business anyone could come into. With his permanent clientele, he didn't need to.

Then Tohru opened her mouth again and Kotone's optimism was crushed.

Which meant that when the huge girl straightened, her glare was cold enough to freeze the air. She didn't look at Tohru for long and instead bent down to whisper into the girl's ear: "That's your one free slight. I do not break the law. I do not co-ordinate such things. If you have some problem with ninkyo dantai, leave me out of it."

Rika looked at the boy...err..girl(?) who their sensei called Ishida Reiko as she also volunteered on Nadeshiko's behalf. She hadn't noticed her very much until she spoke up here. She didn't sound too pleasant based on her tone, but she seemed nice enough from what she said. Rika felt the same way but often sugarcoated her words too much to have actually said such things to anyone, far less her teacher. Tsukuba-sensei didn't seem to mind this as much as how long this was drawing on. Rika didn't do much to stand out for the rest of the class as she was too focused on the class work, especially on English where it took her full concentration to keep up with what others were saying. Then came P.E. She was decent at small bursts of athletic activity for some of her stunt work such as leaping off objects and rolling around, but she always failed pretty badly at the endurance stuff that also came along with P.E. activities. Running always left her panting on the ground. Not the most fun thing imaginable, but the sports were okay. It also lead to a bunch of pleasing bouncing going on in the other girl's physique , which more then made up for her getting exhausted. She grinned and then tried to get a peak at Himawari, although she was too on guard to achieve victory, so she was forced to check out some random girls instead while she herself changed. She was about to give up and start heading for he gym when Himawari suddenly looked frantically through her bag. Based on her remaining bloomer-less as she did so, it appeared like it was this all important article of clothing that was missing. Rika glanced over the girl's legs before looking away quickly before Himawari could catch her.

"Need some help?" She questioned, walking over to her. She didn't want to be late for gym but she didn't want to leave her new roommate flailing around by herself either. "I can check our dorm room if you left it in there."

Being this close to the half changed girl took all of her mental strength not to start staring, which would surely get her caught.

The sunlight was very bright in the classroom and warmed Junko's arms and face while she closed her eyes. It felt comforting...and before she knew it, she feel asleep. She was dreaming of the long field back at home, the crops would have been up to her hips at this time of the year. In the background there were people talking, and she walked around the field in a confused daze. Wasn't that was what was going on during class? What was she doing here? Junko heard a bell ring and she started running. She had to get back to school...

Junko jolted awake and felt extremely confused. She glanced at her side to see Tsukuba-Sensei looming over her with a slight glare. Junko looked around and noticed the entire class was already gone. “Shit.”

“Well, Kuriyama-kun, looks like you slept in the first day of my class. I'd love to see how the rest of the year is going to turn out for you.”

Junko laughed nervously and shot up, immediately trying to get her things together. “I'm so so so SO sorry Tsukuba-Sensei, it won't happen again!” Her teacher didn't get a chance to respond before Junko was running out of the classroom and trying to make it to her next class.

Junko promised herself she wouldn't doze off in the rest of her classes, but she felt sleepy throughout all of them. She was counting off the minutes and hours until she got to go to physical education. By the time she made it to math, her more liked subject, even that felt like torture for her. When the bell finally rang, her mood felt renewed. The skies were clear...the weather was pretty good, and she had gym next.

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The bell rung just as Junko arrived in the locker rooms. She was sweating a bit, but that was just a warmup. Or unless they did some warmups in class, that was a pre-warmup. She had already gotten her uniform in her hand, and locker number and was ready to rumble. She got dressed and headed out to the field.

There wasn't very many people out on the field. She noticed a girl that looked like she had tattoos...wait, wasn't that the girl that she met earlier on in class today? She sighed as she remembered she didn't play basketball. If only she knew the potential she held. But for now...Junko had work to do. She felt like doing some jogs around the track. She jogged calmly and felt relieved to finally move her legs freely. Junko felt extremely giddy and started screaming, “YEAAAH!” as she sped up her pace and arrived where she began.

"I don't have a problem with you." Tohru was quick to retort barely intimidated by the girl's oppressive and menacing aura and her piercing glare. "I do got a problem though when some bastards sell a friend of mine a rotten batch and he ODs, but what do they care? It's more Yen in their pockets, right?" She hissed with an equal amount of venom the girl was gouging her with, her eyes narrowing into slits like retribution's shiny daggers. "Look, I'm not one to make a scene, so I'm not gonna do anything here, but I will say this...I don't like any Yakuza thugs, because your asshole drug pedaling, murdering friends really f***ed up my neighborhood and killed alot of people I know. So let's try to stay out of each others way. Sound good?"

She didn't give another word to the Yakuza b*tch as she turned away, but once her eyes were off the black haired woman....they just had to fall on Mira. F*ck! She's here.... That look in her eye....Tohru could tell she was bothered, and possibly by the way Tohru's been treating her here recent. Now another nagging feeling had to assault the rocker, guilt. Maybe....maybe I should just chat with her. Don't even bring up anything about her and what you heard. Save that for later. There was a thick lump conjuring in her throat as Tohru left the Yakuza girl and carefully approached Mira, her heart threatening to break through her ribs with as much as it pounded against her chest, such a ferocious beat similar to a Dave Lombardo drum solo. Calm....don't screw up. She took a deep breath inward before shakily speaking to the pink haired beauty. "Uh...h-hey Mira. Sorry I didn't wait up." This had to be how Pervy-san felt alot of the time, because it took Tohru not long to notice Mira's...eh.....enticing position. What was that rule about being a perv? QUIT LOOKING!!!

Regan wasn't one to do much more than stretching before exercise. Even then, it was mild stretching. She didn't want to overdo it and end up straining herself when she went to actually exert herself as she would be expected to. So, her time was spent kind of wishing they had shorts for their gym uniform, and eying some of the other girls in their bloomers. That was one advantage, at least. She's subtle about it, at least, never staring too long or at someone who's too far out of the way. However, the girl doing the splits over there was a sight. More impressive was the fact that she could do that.

The Kendo Captain was about to approach the girl, but another did so before her. The one that had been talking to the Yakuza girl. She overheard the tail end of that conversation, too... Maybe she should go talk to her. It might be a little bit dangerous, but she could handle it. From the sounds of it, though, the girl seemed to want a normal life. She seemed to respect the law... or at least obey it. "Hey there." She approaches the woman, keeping a respectful distance. Here was were she took her chance... "If you let the life you were born into make you cold, you'll live a lonely life. Do you want that?" She kept a calm exterior, but internally, she was more than a little nervous. She really hoped she wasn't wrong on that count, considering the small amount of evidence she was going off of...

Himawari's backside swayed from side to side as she frantically attempted to locate what was arguably the most important part of her PE wardrobe. Where could it have gone!? How could it just... just up and vanish like that?! She was sure she had packed it in her bag, but it was... totally and completely gone! Oh no, no... she couldn't go out like this! There was no way she could ever even step outside like this... She heard Rika's voice behind her, and her cheeks felt like they'd been lit on fire. She shot up rigidly, her hands flying to try and cover her underwear up. It was... it was unsuitable to be seen without her permission! Slowly, like a poorly-oiled machine, the brown-haired girl creakily turned to face her roommate, eyes wide and cheeks on fire.

"I-I... I... d-d-don't l-look p-pervert!" she cried, not knowing what else to say. Once she finally realized that Rika was asking if she wanted any help, she made an honest bid to attempt to actually say something in response to that. "... I-I... I... w-were... in m-my bag... g-gone... n-now..."

At this point, 'embarrassed' was an understatement in regards to how Himawari felt.

Nadeshiko Kazamatsuri

All throughout class, Nadeshiko had trouble focusing. All she could think about was how she'd just been pressganged. And how best to abuse the position she'd been forced into. For starters, she'd been told to choose between two cute girls to be her assistant... Although she almost had a panic attack once she realised who one of them was. Her old roommate... Was she just offering to help so she could put a stop to any of her fun before it could begin? Or maybe she'd had a change of heart over the holidays and decided to join her in her perverted crusade... Either way, it could mean trouble. She was... Much prettier than her, after all. If it was the latter, she'd end up getting all the girls to herself! That... That's not...

...Thankfully, before she knew it, it was time for PE. Nadeshiko had mixed feelings about PE. On the one hand, she hated exerting herself so much. She was an artist, after all, not an athelete! Her place was behind the canvas, not on the track! But on the other hand... The changing rooms were so much fun... And she got to see all the cute girls panting and sweating... So wonderful~

And as she got herself changed, her bloomers hugging tightly to the only curves she possessed, she noticed something absolutely beautiful.

"...Eheh... H-heh... D-d-delicious p-p-peaches, eheheh..."

She recognized the girl rather well. She was Himawari from the swim team. She knew all the members of the swimteam rather well, after all. They were the subjects of her first proper doujin, for one thing. And there she was, showing off her adorable panties, her wonderous backside wiggling about so suggestively... So temptingly... She couldn't help it. Before she knew it, Nadeshiko had already made a grab for the swaying, rosy cheeks.

"Eheheh... S-s-soft, eheh..."

Reiko remained in the classroom, taking a final deep breath before opting to change there in the place where she had just finished learning about subject-verb agreement in the English language. She wasn't the only one changing here, and though she'd never admit to it, her eyes did wander a small amount, quickly returning to looking at nothing in particular when her eyes glanced upon the pink haired girl who had asked for a pencil before class started. Fortunately, Reiko had her face staring into her bag, or else it would be plainly obvious that there was a slight blush on her normally pale cheeks.

It was just an...accidental glance, and besides, it wasn't as if she was staring, leering or anything perverted like that. No harm, no foul. Just an ordinary, perfectly healthy accidental peek.

No matter her mental process, Reiko began the procedure of changing into her gym uniform. The shirt was a bit larger than her size, but it was the only one they had when she bought it. While she wasn't as, say, gifted as some of the other girls in the class, the larger, bulkier shirt did nothing to help show off her assets. She wasn't an ironing board, but that's precisely what it looked like thanks to her shirt. Reiko followed some other classmates out of the classroom and down to the field, where she saw students warming up, and what looked like the 2C class representative about to embark on clear violation of personal space.

As Reiko stepped onto the athletic fields, she knew that she was the odd one out. As far as she could tell, she was the only one, except for the object of Nadeshiko-san's current fancy, who wasn't in proper uniform. Yes, she had the shirt, that baggy, oversized shirt. But instead of red bloomers, Reiko was wearing a pair of red shorts that came to a stop just below her knees. The choice to wear shorts instead of bloomers caused a problem with the gym staff last year, but Reiko refused to buckle and eventually the staff just let it slide. Shorts were better for these kinds of things, running, jumping, not wanting to put your legs and hips on display - not as if Reiko was particularly proud of her legs or hips, but that was beside the point.

And so, ignoring most of the others, Reiko found a vacant spot on the field and began stretching, waiting for the class to start in full, though her eyes were constantly observing what she could see around her.

Mira's cheek was pressed lightly to her shin as she stretched when suddenly the sunlight that had been beaming down on her was shadowed by something...someone. She stopped stretching, and studied the person from the bottom and up, of course enjoying how revealing the bloomers on the girl were. By the time her eyes met with Tohru's, her cheeks were painted a pale shade of pink. She would have said something, but Tohru beat her to punch. Her friend seemed quite flustered when she was speaking, but she managed to say what she needed. "Ru-Chan..." Mira got to her feet and dusted her hands off, "It's alright but is everything okay? You look a little sick..." She pressed the back of her hand to Tohru's forehead gently, leaving it there for no more than five seconds to check her temperature. "Mm, you seem fine. That's good then!" Just passed Tohru, she saw a boyishly cute girl with bright red shorts not too far off. She recognized that girl from Tsukuba's classroom, and wondered why she was the only person on the field without bloomers on. Maybe it was her special time of the month. She decided that could be the only reason, though not even she got to wear shorts during that time.

"So, um... I see you made a new friend over there. That's good, Ru-cha. I'm happy for you." She smiled at her friend, and lifted her leg up above her head before resting it on the silver pole next to her. She noticed a few of the girls on the field watching her as they did their stretches that required less flexibility. "It's so nice to unwind like this. I get numb sitting in class for so long. Don't you?" She dropped her leg, and did the other one, leaning into her leg as she did so and touching the tip of her shoes with her fingertips..

This might have been the only time Tohru's skin has ever made contact with someone else, but for that blissful five seconds that seemed to last an entirety to Tohru, she felt the soft touch of Mira's hand to her skin, causing her to shiver a tad before regaining a more usual composure. It kinda disappointed her when the cute girl drew her hand back, longing to feel another touch. "Huh? Y-yeah, I'm just a little worn out, that's all." She wore a faint smile as she scratched the back of her head, and a bit of the tension seemed to ease in her heart when she was looked at by those beautiful reddish hues in Mira's eyes. "I'm not much for physical activity. Heheh..." Then Mira asked about...the Yakuza girl, something about Tohru making a new friend. "Not exactly." She replied a bit hesitant. "I may have pissed her off, but.....whatever." As far as between Tohru and that girl, there was nothing but brutal emnity. She tried to think nothing of the recent squabble as she watched her friend stretch, trying to not make it obvious she was admiring Mira's rather petite and beautiful figure.

"Heh yeah..." She nervously answered her pink haired friend, her cheeks almost emulating the same shade. "But me-" She stretched letting out a deep yawn. "I'd rather unwind in a nice bed and a pillow over my face or at least a hot bath maybe. Just been under alot of stress lately." Though she didn't explain to Mira the source of most of her stress, not yet. "So...you make any new friends lately?" Wait? Why the hell did she say that? Quickly, Tohru switched the subject. No need to start drama here. "Alot of these other girls are pretty interesting, plus I haven't seen Pervy-san in a while. Still up to her old antics. Bet she nearly died when she got picked for class rep."

"Being alone is inevitable, all I can do is make it as little of a problem as possible," Kotone answered, and resumed warming up--moving onto something slightly more vigorous than stretches and immediately regretting it. She hadn't planned for any activities like this today due to lack of a timetable... and thus there was rather a lot of bounce. It was too late to actually fix anything, though, so she'd have to endure it.

At least the girl talking with her could sympathise with that sort of thing. Better than if their class rep had been the one to notice... she'd probably just start mattering about something weird and doubtless perverse. Such a weird girl... why did she get ignored by her so much, anyway? It wasn't as if anyone else got such a blanket avoidance by the short girl. Was she invisible?

Himawari froze.

She... she felt it, she felt... there were hands. Hands on flesh. Hands on flesh that they really, really shouldn't be on... holding... and... and... trembling as she felt them squeezing her... her backside... Himawari slowly, slowly turned to look over her shoulder... and stared blankly for a few moments at what she saw. Her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of scarlet. In fact, her entire body felt like that. She was so very embarrassed already, and now, and now... Kazamatsuri Nadeshiko was squeezing her rear end!

And on top of that she could see the embarrassing kitten print on her underwear but that wasn't the point!

"Wh-wh-wha... wha..." the brown-haired girl quivered, for a moment utterly unable to find her words. She stared at the black-haired pervert who had latched onto her backside, her entire body trembling, until finally... finally... "P-PERVERT WH-WHAT I-IS WRONG W-WITH Y-YOU?!"

Himawari knew the girl was perverted, but... but... this... this was just... just... how could she even just go and.. go...

She finally attempted to move, trying to pull away... and instead of actually getting anywhere, she tripped and found herself toppling towards the ground and flopping to the floor heavily.

"... S-stupid... wh-why...?"

"Perhaps..." Regan considers what Kotone said for a moment before she responds. "But, it's only an inevitable matter of time before the next person comes to talk to you, right?" She smiles softly to herself, satisfied with that answer. She watched the girl go through her exercises and her smile changes, just a little bit. She already knew this, but she's got a nice chest... "Eer... Shinobu-san, right? You seem rather... ill prepared. I think we still have a little bit of time before things start, and I have some extra fabric bandages with me in my bag. If you wanted, I could help you wrap your chest. Wrapping it yourself might take a little while, but I can do it quickly." She was probably being a little transparent, but she could still deny it. Besides, maybe she'd go for it?

She could dream.

Rika couldn't believe her eyes. She would have thrown herself into the line of fire and took the butt squeeze for her pal Himawari had she had the chance to react in time, but it was too late. All she could do was stare in shock at Himawari's backside and the fingers that squeezed them. She took notice of the cute kitten image on the panties but wasn't exactly focused on the cartoon. Her face blushed a bright shade of red as she stared. She had to force herself to look away, up towards Nadeshiko's face.

"H-How could you?!" She shouted along with Himawari, not knowing what else to say. What she really felt was "How could you touch Nadeshiko's butt before me!", but it was better to leave out that last part. She was turned on but also felt bad for Himawari at the same time, experiencing conflicting emotions. She knew lecturing Nadeshiko would be fruitless, so she decided to just comfort Himawari instead, but not without ogling her some more while she was lying on the ground on her belly. "Such a cute little butt..." She thought to herself, then shook her head vigorously. "What am I thinking?!" She kneeled down besides her friend, trying to shield her with her own body so that others might not see Himawari. She was fine with being looked at, which she could assume happened quite often with he being an idol and all. To help draw the attention towards herself, in a surprising move she "accidentally" had her own bloomers come loose as she kneeled down beside Himawari.

"Oh no!" She shouted, flailing around to try to distract everyone, then winked at Himawari to use this opportunity to escape. Hopefully this plan would be a success.