After boldly taking Mira's hand and kissing it in full view of all her classmates Haruka striding happily back to her class. She stayed behind briefly just to finish off her work, smiling happily to herself as she thought of her encounter with Mira earlier. She was rather pleased with the way it had gone and she could feel her heart swelling slightly. She had had partners before, she had ever thought herself in love a couple of times, but Mira made her change her mind. If this was love then it was much stronger than anything else she had felt for anyone before, and so sudden too. She was happy in the knowledge that she would see her for P.E, although she didnt intend to interrupt her, she had already created enough of a scene in front of her whole class.

P.E was never very enjoyable for Haruka, the petty competative games fell so short of her real and harsh military training where your competitor was your enemy and you would die if you lost. It just felt so very unnecessary, so shallow to her. She did enjoy the general physical exertion though so she eagerly made her way to the field house however she passed by Mira's classroom on the way. A quick look gave the very definate impression that alot was happening here, many emotions were running around and some of them slightly suspect. She turned her attention to the concerning sounds and screams coming from a group of girls. At least one had their bloomers down which was immediately worrying. Haruka sighed and rolled her eyes, commandingly striding over to the gaggle and scowling down at the lot of them. She recognised one immediately, having had to reprimand her alot before, a lecherous and pervy character, the worst in Haruka's eyes. With an easy grab she picked up both the percieved victim who had been screaming and the one over her who had somehow managed to lose their bloomers. She glared at the offending article of clothing. "Get yourself decent Kouhai, this is a classroom." She said this before turning to the victim with a who she vaguely recognised, a star of the swim team, Himawari? "Himawari-chan are you alright?"

She then rounded quickly on the lecher, Kazamatsuri, a dark haired and slightly ominous looking girl. "Do you have no shame Kazamatsuri-kun? How dare you! If you do this again I will do more than just shout at you, mark my words." She glared darkly at the shorter girl, a real and thick killing aura emanating from her, making her a very intimidating sight.

Junko had got herself a long drink of water before she came back to the field and let out a sigh. Maybe she worked herself a little harder than she expected, but it was all good. She just needed to sit down for now, take a little break. Junko glanced for an open spot on the field when she noticed a familiar boyish figure in red shorts doing stretches. She tilted her head and noticed it was her roommate, Reiko. She started walking closer to get at a talking distance, when she suddenly hesitated. “This really sucks. I really don't know anyone except her.” She didn't know why, but Reiko was kind of unapproachable in the social aspect, she just had that vibe. “Well I'm already here, I might as well just make small talk. I'm sure the class is about to start soon, anyway.”

“Yo, R...Uh, Ishida-san.” Junko put on something of a friendly smirk and waved. “Mind if I sit here?” She asked, but sat down next to Reiko anyway. There was a good distance between them, enough for Reiko to finish stretching. Junko wiped the sweat from her forehead and gazed around the field, waiting for class to begin.

Kotone considered this suggestion. Whilst she didn't particularly want to bind her breasts like that, it was only for the one lesson... and she'd have something more supportive on next time P.E. (or something similar) came around, so it wasn't as if it would repeat. But the lesson was surely going to start in a minute, which would mean leaving to do so in private would mean getting in trouble for lateness. And she didn't expect leniency, not be a longshot--she'd specifically requested that her father stay out of anything other than being a concerned parent, except when it came to getting the staff to no do something... rash because of her tattoos.

Faced with a choice between an hour of discomfort and showing something most of the school already knew, or knew of, the choice was easy.

The yakuza faced Regan, removed the t-shirt entirely, and stuck her arms out to the side.

Tohru would probably be annoyed if she turned around, since she'd be looking at the girl's back.

"Alright, then." Regan smiles softly and reaches into a side pocket of her sword bag, producing a roll of fabric bandage. "Excuse me, just a moment~..." She reaches behind the woman and unhooks the bra, though doesn't remove it. Instead, she slips the fabric beneath and begins to wrap, never pulling the bra away but letting her hands move beneath it. Kotone may feel the occasional squeeze, but Regan's face never seemed to lose her focus. Even if her eyes linger a bit, sometimes. "You've got a very nice figure, Shinobu-san."

Hehe, they were soft, as she expected. She can't be too obvious, however, or she'll lose this opportunity. She can't use her fingers much at all, because they're busy handling the fabric. Well, this wasn't the best place to do anything like that, anyway. Maybe the girl had seen through her, and elected to be wrapped here? She doubted it somewhat, Kotone had no reason to suspect her of something like that. Perhaps it would be best if she kept it that way... more opportunities may arise in the future, after all! "If you want, I can store your bra in my bag until Lunch."

New friends...? A giant picture of Haruka-san flashed before her eyes which caused her to look away nervously, wondering if they were really friends. Tohru changed the subject when she considered responding... It seemed she didn't really want her answer to that question. What could that be about? "Eh?! Our class representative is pervy-san?" She dropped her leg and got in Tohru's face, their noses almost touching. Her expression was one of disbelief. "The Pervy-san?!" She shivered, now feeling a little worried about their class rep who she initially figured to be just another cute girl. "She's going to make us do weird things now, Ru-Chan. We've got to protect ourselves... She's going to come in and grab someone when they least expect it." Mira searched the fields frantically, relieved when she saw that their Class Rep hadn't made it outside yet. She would bet she was somewhere close by scheming.

Mira let go of Tohru's shoulders when she realized she had been squeezing them during her freak-out session. Her face turned red as she brushed her roomate's shoulder off. "Sorry, Ru-Chan. I guess I overreacted."

Whoa! Tohru didn't expect Mira to freak out that drastically about the news of their new class rep, but then again, you could never expect what Nadeshiko was scheming behind your back, especially if you had your pants around your ankles at that moment. "Uwah?!!" Tohru yelped. In an instant, the girl's faces met nose to nose, and Mira's grip tightened on Tohru's rather frail shoulders as she shook the rocker chick frantically and panicked. it was quite adorable to see Mira all flustered and such, but her palms were burying themselves into Tohru's skin....not exactly the contact she was desiring, but what the hell. Her eyes were wide as a summer moon in late July evening, and she was pretty sure her shoulders were burning at the minute. Mira's fit ended though, and she brushed off Tohru's shoulders with her cheeks burning bright red, that smile just melting the girl's heart. Why was it Tohru felt like this? Dumbfounded and with a wry smile in return, Tohru replied, unaware of her words. "Eheh....It's cool, Mira-chan- uh I mean Mira!" Where did that come from?! Did Tohru just use an honorific? How absurd! "I don't think the headmistress would let Pervy get away with too much, but Nadeshiko is crafty when it comes to her....eh....personal gain." However, she didn't think Nadeshiko would go messing with her, since Tohru assumed she just goes for the vulnerable chicks, the ones who don't look so....scary.

"But hey, don't worry. Just stick with me, and everything will be alright." She smiled warmly to her friend, resting an assuring hand on her petite shoulder.

Reiko was in the midst of stretching to reach her toes, back bending forward, a stressed, slightly pained expression on her face, though mercifully pointed away from the other group of students. As she was stretching, the familiar voice of her room mate entered her ears; she wanted to sit next to her, or rather near to her, and Reiko didn't have a say in the matter, Junko had already sat down. No words were exchanged between the two, Reiko made no indication to speak with her and Junko must've picked up on this since she remained silent as well.

Reiko finished her stretches and sat back, placing her palms onto the grass. Already there was a hint of swear on her forehead; probably not a good sign. If she was tired from just stretching, how could she handle whatever physical activity was in store for class today. Reiko turned to give Junko a late nod of approval, letting her know that she didn't care where Junko sat. It was something, at any rate, or so Reiko figured.

The sounds of a whistle entered the athletic fields. "If you are not on the athletic grounds, you are now late!" The voice following the whistle was harsh, loud, and there was a detectable hint of bitterness. In other words, the physical education teacher was here. She wore a tracksuit and a sour expression and was followed by a fellow teacher who remained silent but looked as if she was fresh from earning her college degree in physical education. The tracksuit wearing staff member blew the whistle around her neck again and clapped her hands.

"Welcome to physical education. I'm Himeji-sensei, next to me is Toshiya-sensei." The younger teacher gave a polite wave to the students before Himeji continued her introduction. "The purpose of physical education is to ensure you ladies keep a healthy, fit, and active lifestyle. To that end, we will be participating in a variety of sporting games and events as well as general fitness related activities. That is why Toshiya-sensei is here. Students will be given a choice on which activity to participate in. I will be running the athletic games, Toshiya-sensei will be facilitating over the students who just wish to run the track."

After saying this, Toshiya-sensei split away from Himeji and stood off to the side on her own.

"Any students who wish to run the track as well as partake in more overtly physical activities, stand over with Toshiya-sensei." At this, Reiko watched as some nameless students went over to Toshiya. Reiko shook her head. While she wasn't a fan of this class, games sounded more fun than just running for an hour or so, Even if Toshiya-sensei seemed a bit less...flammable than Himeji-sensei. Still, Reiko remained with the group who were going to play the games.

Another whistle sounded. Back to Himeji.

"Alright then. Those of you with me, we've got nets set up. We're going to be playing volleyball. Follow me."

There were groans heard, but nevertheless, Reiko stood and began to follow. "Hey, Junko-san," Reiko said, not even sure if Junko was with Himeji's group at all and acutely aware of the fact that she used Kuriyama's first name, "Let's be on the same team." Without even checking if Junko was following, Reiko followed the group towards the nets.

Kotone endured the rough handling with admirable stoicism, because the alternative was to try and throw Regan to the ground and sit on her, which was hardly going to give a good impression--or, for that matter, a particularly accurate one for anyone recently exposed to their class rep and her ridiculous perversion. So she got away with all but groping the Yakuza's bountiful bosom in the process of getting her breasts somewhat under control.

The unnecessary bra was freely handed over to the other busty girl, with terse thanks and something along the lines of 'you can keep it' before the girl moved to the larger crowd--though running sounded less troublesome than games, it also meant considerable activity, and she hadn't really eaten much in the way of breakfast today.

Nadeshiko Kazamatsuri, changing rooms. Yes, that's right, the changing rooms. >.> <.<

Nadeshiko had only meant to grope her a little bit. Maybe say she tripped if she was questioned about it. But Himawari was so... The way she squirmed and squealed was so adorable! The tiny pervert couldn't help but squeeze tighter, feeling her wonderful soft backside...

...And then she fell over. Himawari's struggling had led her to land face-first on the floor, and Nadeshiko... Nadeshiko had...

"Mmff!"

Had she died? She had to have cracked her head when she landed, because how else could she explain the wonderful, heavenly situation she had gotten herself into? Her face... Her face had found itself squished tightly against that adorable kitten print... She was buried rather firmly between those soft, pillowy cheeks.

Oh my god... This is... Himawari's butt is so amazing! Heheheh, I wonder what it looks like na-

...Wait, wasn't there someone else still in the changing rooms? Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed... Oh my, she'd had a wardrobe malfunction too? This was surely her lucky d-

...Oh... Oh no, it's... Why is it her!? Why is it Rika-chan!?

...And someone else had came in too... This was bad, really, really bad...

"I, um, uh, I c-c-can explain, um, uh, eheheh, um, uh, um..." Almost hyperventilating, and trembling all over, Nadeshiko shot to her feet... Forgetting to let go of Himawari's backside, resulting in the poor swimmer...

...Well, Nadeshiko was too terrified right now to realise she was holding onto a pair of adorable kitten-print panties, freshly removed from the girl lying on the floor.

Himawari froze, lying on the ground, as she realized the full extent of what was happening around her. Rika's bloomers had somehow come down and the pink-haired girl was shouting and Himawari... Himawari wasn't really focusing on that at this point. The... the embarrassing sensation of... such tight squeezing on her rear, and now as she was lying on her stomach... she felt it. She felt the pervert's head against her rear! She could tell that it was just... that pervert was just taking advantage of this completely! This was so... so... this was the worst thing that could have happened! Nothing would be as bad as this! Himawari couldn't even manage to speak at this point... but then... she felt the pervert moving away... something felt a bit different, but she couldn't put her finger on it and was too flustered and frustrated to put any more thought into it. She just... everyone needed to leave. That was what she needed right now.

Himawari shot to her feet. At least the worst part was over... right...?

"E-e-everyone o-out!" she cried, pointing at Rika and the other girl who had stormed in. Spinning around to face her back towards them, she pointed to Nadeshiko too. "Y-y-you t-too, y-y-you s-stupid p-pervert!"

Himawari's eyes only began to travel towards what was in Nadeshiko's hand at the very last moment...

"Aww. Thanks, Ru-Chan." Mira grinned at her friend and placed her hand over Tohru's briefly. Just past Tohru, she saw their new P.E. teachers making their way onto the field. Guess it was time to start. "We should probably head over to everyone else." Mira would grab Tohru's hand off her shoulder and hold it if her friend allowed as they walked over to the general area of their classmates. By now, the teachers were going over the purpose of P.E. and what they would be doing in today's class. She was ecstatic to hear they would be playing Volleyball. Even though she was pretty short, that didn't stop her from playing a mean game of Volleyball. Second to Softball, it was one of her favorite sports. She looked around to see who would be stepping out to run for an hour long, Mira didn't expect many students to take that offer. "Ru-chan, are you going to go running or play volleyball?" Secretly, she hoped Tohru would say yes so she didn't have to be alone... Though, that would give her the chance to get acquainted with the everyone else.

Upon hearing Himeji's request to follow her for Volleyball, she followed the teacher to help set up the nets. Out of the corner of her eyes, red shorts caught her attention again. She glanced over the girl's way, if she caught her looking she would offer a nervous smile. Nobody wants to get caught staring, but still, she had to admit. She was pretty cute, even in her not-so revealing red shorts. She liked her haircut too, it fit with her face well. The tall girl she was chatting with was nice too, she reminded her of Haruka for some reason. Once she finished setting up one of the poles, she stood off to the side somewhere with the other Volleyball players.

Haruka realised just how ridiculously the situation had deteriorated. Angrily she snatched the pair of pants out of Nadeshiko's hand and tossed them quickly at the victimised girl before grabbing both of the offending girls out of the room and roughly throwing them into the hall, closing the door to give Himawari some privacy. She scowled murderously at Nadeshiko in particular, pressing her foot hard on Nadeshiko's chest, her fists clenched aggressively while dark clouds and lightning could be seen gathering around her head.

"You must be suicidal to do something like that in my precense. You are both the lowest of worms of society. Get out of my sight before I lose my patience." She almost growled, glaring at both of them, the intent to kill very obvious and undisputed. Anyone would know she could follow up on her threats. She lifted her foot to let the offenders go, staying there, glaring at them both and stopping either of them from entering the room until Himawari had left or they had left. Then with an angry sigh she went to the PE field. Her run in with the perverts had made her late to the class and she could already see girls choosing to either run or to play Volleyball. Her eyes found Mira and she smiled, seeing the girl setting out the cones and helping with the organising. She caught her eye and waved to her, feeling better already after the annoyance of before. However she was never one for competative games and she was torn briefly between running and Volleyball. She decided to go and see how the teams were distributed, if they needed her on one side or the other she might as well join in.

Walking into the middle of the girls who seemed to have decided to play, she asked anyone who would care to answer, "Do you need and extra player or are the teams equal?"

So began PE and already Tohru was grimacing loathsome of any physical activity whatsoever. It did help to lessen the load that her friend was there, but that still didn't mean she was hating PE any less. Just the thought of pushing her body through the threshold of running, jumping, push-ups or whatever was on the agenda was a torment far worse than Russian interrogation. Standing beside her pink haired roomie, Tohru observed the two teachers crossing the field. One of them she could tell off the bat was a grade A royal b*tch, while the other, a little bit cuter and easier to look at for Tohru, trailed behind the scowling woman like a whipped pup. Heh! damn....she must be the bottom in this relationship. Tohru grinned on the inside with her snarky attitude, barely even acknowledging the drawn out lecture about the girls needing to be in physical shape and keeping a healthy and fit lifestyle. Please...the most exercise Tohru had ever got was either strumming her guitar like a madwoman or usually running from the Tokyo Police. She felt a small, yet soft hand wrap around hers and away she went following behind Mira as they walked towards the other students. By that time, Tohru was given the choice of her poison, either straggling through an hour long run around the track spanning the entire field or.....volleyball. Oh my! Both just sound soooo...wonderful.... She sarcastically remarked to herself, and what would be her option? As always, Tohru chose neither.

"Yeah...I'd rather sit this one out.. Catch you later." Quietly she whispered to Mira before the girl walked away to set up the net poles. Tohru glanced around the field, at least looking for a place to chill, when she found it, a perfectly empty bench on the sidelines, her name practically written on it. And now to turn PE into Nap-Time 1312. Casually, she slipped away from the other girls and made her way to the bench, a triumphant sneer crossing her face, but instantly she froze in place when a booming female voice and a shrill piercing whistle assaulted her eardrum, her sneer twisting into a glance of terror. "Honada-san! Where do you think you're going?" Slowly, the girl inched around to meet her ultimate demise at the sensei's hand, staring fearfully into the glare behind those thin, yet intimidating glasses. "Uh well...you see I um....." She fumbled through her words, looking for some sure-fire way out of this, gulping in air as Himeji-sensei's glare narrowed into daggers. "My uh.....my ankle's been bugging me lately you know, and I don't wanna put too much stress on it."

"Oh?" Himeji-sensei replied sharply. "And what happened to your ankle exactly, Honada-san?" Crap! She wasn't buying it! Tohru was screwed! She had no way of getting out of this. "To the volleyball court, Honada-san! Hustle up!" Damn! Defeated! "Ugh....yes Himeji-sensei." Tohru ducked her head with a bitter scowl of her own and grumbled all the way stomping over to the court. She was right, this teacher was a grade A b*tch, and already Tohru had incurred her wrath. PE was bound to be Hell now. GRRR!! F*ckin' f*cksticks! Maybe I'll get lucky and the damn thing'll knock me out... And just to add insult to injury...there she was ....the chick who kissed Mira's hand in front of her, undoubtedly to mark her as the one Mira was conversing with earlier. This was just more sandpaper to chide Tohru's backside. "Oh well what do ya know? Prince Charming's here." She defiantly smarted off taking her stand next to the athletic girl, slightly dwarfed by the shadow looming over her, yet still not backing down.

The short waiting period in silence felt a bit like forever with Junko's impatience. The sound of the gym teacher's whistle relieved her restlessness.

"Any students who wish to run the track as well as partake in more overtly physical activities, stand over with Toshiya-sensei."

Junko thought for a moment, wondering weather to run track again or participate in the games. It was a hard decision. “Track is always a good exercise, but I don't know if I could run for a whole period. Or I could use my energy to participate in a competitive game? Damn, I need more time to think about this...”

Just as Junko was in a tough situation, she heard a voice call to her and she glanced back. It was Reiko, who, surprisingly, spoke up.

"Hey, Junko-san, let's be on the same team.”

Junko froze feeling a bit dumbfounded after wondering if she heard that right. Did Reiko seriously call her by her first name, yet she made it clear before they weren't close friends? “Double standard much? Or maybe a change of heart? Sheesh, I don't get her...” Junko uttered out a quick “Okay, sure”, and decided that she would pick volleyball today. She had only played it a few times, but she knew the basic setup of it.

She made her way to the nets with Reiko and the rest of her group, swaying restlessly. Glancing around at the other players on the team, she noticed a girl getting scolded for wanting to sit the game out, and almost at the same time, another student came walking towards the field asking if the teams were equal. The girl with the long ponytail had a certain kind of physique to her, something of an athlete but seemed more...militant? She seemed like a player the team needed.

“Ah, over here! Join our team!” Junko waved energetically.

Rika's face turned a brighter color red then she had ever though possible, being the first to notice Himawari's missing undergarments right as it happened. She couldn't form any words, only managing to make out a low pitched gurgling noise from her malfunctioning vocal cords. In fact her entire body was in shut down mode, only able to silently stare for a matter of seconds, which seemed like an eternity to her. She was lucky that her knees didn't give out, as they were locked in place. She wasn't able to move as commanded by her roommate. In fact she was almost turned deaf to all others as her sight took control of her senses. Her sight and the heat she felt in her face.

"Himawari's...Himawari's..." had it been an anime then blood would have gushed out of her nose by now with enough volume to flood the changing room. Besides her own, this was her first time every seeing a...err...a...

She didn't notice the tough looking Haruka burst into the room into it was too late. She was caught staring and now she looked like a total pervert. No! Anyone would have done the same in her position! She did nothing wrong and was just as much a victim in this scenario as Himawari as she found herself being dragged forcefully out of the room as if she was a character from one of her slasher flicks about to be butchered by the villain.

"N-no! I-I-I-" She stuttered, trying to explain herself as she got lectured. "It w-was an a-a-a-accident!" However, Haruka was too angry to listen to her properly and stormed off, probably still believing Rika to be a major pervert. This was horrible! Tears began to well up in her eyes. Why did it come to this? It's all Nadeshiko and Haruka's fault. She glared at Nadeshiko while still in a sitting position, bloomers around her ankles as she never had the chance to put them back on during this commotion. She hastily got back up upon this realization, pulling them back into place and placing her head against the wall to mope a bit about this predicament she now found herself in. Her reputation would quickly go down the drain if this got out. She'd have to explain herself to Haruka before things escalated any further. Maybe after PE was over with. Not speaking a word to Nadeshiko she rushed off to the court to see them setting up some volleyball. She knew how to play, but could she manage to do so the way she felt right now? Maybe it would get her mind off of the matter. She slapped both cheeks, putting on her normal peppy persona as she strolled out as casually as possible over to the girls.

"Anyone need another player?" She questioned with a smile.

A bunch of fangirls quickly turned their attention to her and squee'd, gathering around her.

"I'm on Ri Ri's team!" One of them shouted.

"Me too! Me too!" Came chanting from the other girls. Well that was easy enough. This was just an odd assortment of girls and not as tall or athletic looking as the ones assembling on the other team so they would have their work cut out for them, but she didn't concern herself with winning or loosing right now. She did a couple of quick stretches while waiting for the game to start.

Regan chuckled softly, a little nervously. Aah, it seems as though she had been too obviously. "Haha, sorry, Shinobu-san. I couldn't help myself..." She stowed the bra in her bag, though she caught the mumbling about keeping it. Aah, no! She's not an underwear thief! Tsk, she should have been more careful when she got her hands on this situation...

Hehe.

Well, couldn't help it now. She walked over to the Volleyball crowd, not caring to spend her hour running. It might be interesting to see what other activities their were, but only running was mentioned, and that didn't interest her in the least. She had retrieved a ribbon from her bag before heading over, and took a moment to tie her hair back into a ponytail. She notices a girl who seems particularly reluctant to be here, in all honesty. Did she not want to play? Mmm, perhaps she could talk to her and cheer her up just a little bit.

"Hey, there. Aaah... Honada-san, right? Tryin' to get out of activity, huh? Y'know, if you quit focusing on how much you don't wanna do this, the time will go much faster."

A tall and athletic looking girl waved her over. She thought she recognised her from the basketball team, Kuriyama-chan was it? She had always seemed a straightforward and passionate sort of person although Haruka had never spoken with her much when she was a first year. So she smiled and waved back, walking over to the girl and smiling down at her a little, her hands on her hips.

"Kuriyama Junko isn't it? Miyazaki Haruka, I remember you from the first years." She grinned and looked about at their team. The sizes seemed to be very unfairly distrubuted, alot of the athletic and tall girls on their side. However Haruka couldnt bring herself to care all that much so she just accepted the way things were. She did note that Mira was on the other team, however before she could go and chat with her, there was an angry sounding voice at her shoulder. She turned to see another of the second years, recognising her with mild annoyance as the girl who played screeching music in the middle of the night and had been complained about. Still she decided to be polite, despite her tone.

"Honada-chan,.. how is your first day back?" She asked the question with some little warmth, ever polite until given a reason not to be.

Himawari stood there, trembling, unable to do so much as catch her underwear, as she realized what had happened. She didn't look down. She knew that everyone had seen. She knew exactly what they had seen. Her... bare... important... private places... she... the brown-haired girl could do little more then tremble and blush there even after the other girls left. Finally, slowly, she looked down, at her kitten-print panties on the ground... and her bag, which had been disturbed in the commotion. Out from it had slide her bloomers, which had simply been tucked out of sight in her bag. For a long time, she stared at them.

"I... I..."

She finally found some kind of words.

"Gaaaaaaaaah!"

After her cry of embarrassment and anger, she swiftly pulled on her panties, and then her bloomers. She wasn't sure what she could even do now after that, but... but...

Taking a deep breath, Himawari stomped out of the classroom... and found herself face-to-face with that perverted Nadeshiko once more. Her cheeks flushed deeply red once more as she stared at the girl, quivering.

"... P-p... p-pervert."

Tohru glanced over to the girl speaking to her, another athletic type she presumed just from the figure. "Eh...thanks for the advice...eh...you." She replied with a cynical edge to her voice, "I'll make sure to take good note of how helpful it is to enjoy torturing myself." Tohru gave the girl a rather wry and snarky grin before turning her attention towards the other girl, who inquired of how her first day back had gone so far. "Same as always, Haruka." She answered the military chick, still that venom dripping off her words. "I'd rather take a Cambodian manicure to the fingernails, but this place does beat rotting in jail. What are you doing here? I figured you would've been shipped off to North Korea on some spec-ops mission or something."

She didn't exactly know alot of Haruka-san, but she knew at least enough, the most damning being her little kiss on Mira's hand. As much as Tohru wanted to, she restrained herself from mentioning anything about Mira or about Haruka blatantly pursuing her roommate. She could tell though Haruka was attempting to be nice to her, there was a slight hint of annoyance in her voice.

Nadeshiko Kazamatsuri

Nadeshiko could only stand in shock, trembling as both the girl who had chastised her and her former roommate left for the field. She just wanted a little bit of fun... She hadn't meant for it to go so far. Poor Himawari had been... They had all seen her...

...Even if it was really cute, it was still a horrible thing to happen to her. Maybe she'd gone too far... She needed to apologise.

Thankfully, she quickly got her chance, as standing there in shock had given Himawari enough time to get changed and leave herself.

"Um... H-h-h-hi, um, H-hima... Himaw-w-wari-ch-ch-chan, um, uh..." Shaking, sweating in nervousness, Nadeshiko could only look at the other girl's feet, unable to look her in the eye after what she'd seen. "I, um, uh... If... If y-y-you, um... If it w-w-w-would m-m-m-make you f-feel b-b-b-better, um, uh, um... Eheh, um, uh..."

She gulped. She had to say something. Anything. Just... She couldn't leave such a cute girl so upset...

"I, um, uh... M-m-maybe I, um, uh... C-c-c-could sh-sh-show you m-m-mine t-t-too eheheh..."

...In all fairness, it sounded so much better in her head. And she'd seen this kind of thing in a million doujins. This was bound to work, right?

...R-r-right?