"Kon-nichi-waaa." All done setting up the Volleyball area, Mira now stood between Haruka and Tohru with her arms folded behind her back just a few inches behind them. When she saw Haruka wave to her when she was placing the cones, her heart nearly skipped a beat. She needed to talk to her. Not about anything in particular, just to chat and be around her some more. Secretly, she was buzzing with joy that she got to have both Tohru and Haruka in her P.E. class. This would make for a very interesting year. A very fun year. Lucky! Lucky!! Luck-yyy!!

"Ru-chan, I didn't know you were acquainted with Haruka-chan." chan? Where did that come from? Mira smiled innocently at them both, not wanting to show her embarrassment. Would Haruka find that weird? She hoped not... Not after that intimate moment they shared walking to class, leading up to her kissing her hand. She could feel her cheeks doing that thing they do when she became nervous.

The spot where Haruka's lips met her skin tingled just a bit, causing her to rub her hand against her bloomers to stop that annoying sensation. Maybe saying "Hi" wasn't such a good idea after all. She obviously couldn't communicate with Haruka without feeling very flustered around the older girl. It didn't help that she looked so delicious in her P.E. uniform either. They both looked delicious in their P.E. uniforms - Any uniforms, really. A mental image of Tohru and Haruka kneeling before her with peach flavored candy and roses popped up in her head. She fanned herself very lightly, getting just a little bit hot. If it weren't for her naturally calm demeanor, they might actually think something was up with her. Never mind that her cheeks were on fire, they were probably used to it by now.

Haruka got a little shock from the familiar honourific, it had been a long time since anyone had used 'chan' after her name. She was a little surprised by it and although normally it would have bothered her, she found she couldnt bring herself to care this time, smiling at Mira and Tohru both. She noted the colour of her cheeks again and the small motion of her hand, recognising the significance and feeling another jolt of self-satisfaction. She tried to suppress this though, it was no good being so pleased with yourself, instead she answered the question.

"I tend to remember all of the first years, I wander around the campus alot so I generally meet everyone at least once." But wait, Ru-chan? That was a very familiar way of greeting each other. Were they good friends? From the way Tohru was looking at Mira she would say so. Hmm, it bothered her just a little bit, was this and Tohru's antagonism to her connected?

Himawari stared for several moments as the girl trembled, staring down at the ground and trying to speak to her. The brown-haired girl almost walked away, simply saying that nothing Nadeshiko could say to make this any better. However... in spite of her embarrassment, something made her stop. Maybe Nadeshiko was actually trying to apologize? It... seemed like it... Not that it would help much! But still, an actual apology could be nice... and so she waited, even though it was awkward and embarrassing and the black-haired girl was a total pervert.

And then... then...

Nadeshiko asked if Himawari wanted to see her... her...

"Wh-wh-what?!" cried Himawari, throwing her hands up in the air as her cheeks flushed even redder, "Wh-wh-wh-why w-would you even a-ask that?! I-it's... th-that's something out of some p-perverted d-doujin!"

Erranruin said From the way Tohru was looking at Mira she would say so. Hmm, it bothered her just a little bit, was this and Tohru's antagonism to her connected?

Just the empty smile Haruka kept flashing her and the nervous, yet disturbingly awestruck motions Mira was making to the third-year student were chomping at the bit for Tohru, and did Mira just say Haruka-chan? What the hell was that all about? Though Mira's beautiful and serene smile and her blushing cheeks were a comfort to Tohru, alot of the other things she noticed weren't. Nevertheless, Tohru urged herself to feign a joyful smile, though spite was burning in her infernal heart with the devilish flames of Hell. It was just a kiss on the hand however. It's not like Tohru just witnessed Mira and Haruka making out, but on that note a mental image just had to flash in her head of Haruka and Mira-chan (really?) getting well acquainted in some fancy hotel room with rose petals on the bed, and Tohru was waiting in the closet with a fireman's axe.

She didn't understand what it was about Haruka that filled her with such petty jealousy, other than the military-brat was a genderbent Casanova and Tohru...well...she was about as charming as a praying mantis in a Waffen SS uniform. But Mira was practically her best friend at this point. She wouldn't go for this Prince Charming with a rack? Would she? Would she?

"Eh....I get around a time or two and I just happened to bump into Haruka-chan one day." She replied to Mira, yet shot some sort of an insolent grin in Haruka's general direction. "So Mira-chan-" might as well go with it. "Do you two know eachother?"

Oh, jeez. Honada was a little disagreeable today, wasn't she? Didn't seem like she wanted to chat, either. Regan turns her attention to Aino, stepping toward her and stopping a few steps away. "Aino-san, right? I'm Hiryuu Regan. You were doing the splits earlier, weren't you? You're really flexible! More than I am, certainly. Do you do ballet or gymnastics?" She smiled warmly, her hands clasped behind her back as she speaks to the girl.

It seemed this one was a little popular, too. Both Miyazaki and Honada were talking to her, and... she couldn't be certain, but were they rivals in this? No, no, Regan, don't read into it. It's much too early to read into it.

Nadeshiko Kazamatsuri Pervy-san

Wait, that wasn't supposed to happen! Why was she so upset? It worked in all the doujinshi she read... And she knew Himawari read them too, since that ridiculous disguise she wore was kind of transparent, so... So why was she so upset now? Nadeshiko trembled even more as the other short girl yelled at her. She was just trying to make things better...

"I, um, uh... I'm s-s-sorry, um, uh... I..." What could she even say? How could she make things better? "J-j-j-just, um, uh... Y-y-you always b-b-buy my... My d-doujins and, um, uh, um, uh... I th-th-thought..."

She gulped, again. She didn't want Himawari to hate her; she was far too cute for her to allow that to happen. But what could she even do now? One more wrong step, and... And Himawari would never want to speak to her again...

"I j-j-just, um, uh, um... Um..." Once more, she gulped, took a deep breath, and then... "IjustthoughtitwouldmakethingsbetterifyousawminetoosinceIsawyoursand... Itwasreallyreallyprettyandminecan'tbeanywherenearasprettybutIdon'twantyoutohatemesosorrypleaseIreallywillletyouseeitsoumuhumuh..." Gasping for air, she took another breath. "Imeanifyou'dreallypreferIcouldshowyoumybuttinsteadit'snotasamazingasyoursbutIthinkit'sprettycuteehehyeahahahsoumwannasee?"

"Aww, that's so sweet..." Was her response to both their answers. Something was starting to rub her the wrong way about how Haruka and Tohru acted. There was a sort of hostility about them. Maybe they weren't friends like she originally thought. The pink haired girl almost didn't notice how Tohru said chan after her name. I thought she hated formalities. Guess that meant Tohru was warming up to her...More than she let on. She knew they would be fast friends.

Of course Tohru would want to know how she knew Haruka, but did she have to ask like that? It was a perfectly normal question, but answering would be hard. Every encounter they had before the bathroom scene would just be too embarrassing to retell. Should she even mention the bathroom scene to Tohru?

"Ah, well. Umm..." Drawing circles with her foot and folding her arms, she looked to both of the girls nervously.

Just then, a new girl with a long flowing ponytail stepped forward. As if heaven sent, she broke the awkward silence that was creeping in and introduced herself. Hiryuu Regan...

"Ahahaha. Nice to meet you, Hiryuu-san..." a nervous laugh escaped her lips. "You saw that? It's nothing really, just some basic stretches. I actually don't have any formal training like that. I'm just really flexible. "

Himawari's mind immediately focused one one specific point. Her disguise didn't work?! But... but.... it covered her up, right? I mean, sure her hair looked the same, and sure she had the usual ribbon in her hair, but.... she was sure it wouldn't be possible to recognize her! And yet... and yet Nadeshiko had figured it out?! Oh no, that... that was too much... she'd just wanted the doujinshi for... reasons! Reasons that weren't perverted at all totally really! She... well, okay, she did... read them in private... and... very... very closely... and she... she... nevermind that this was still really embarrassing!

"I... I... f-f-forget about that!" Himawari said quickly, waving her hands frantically. It was all she could really do about that point... And... and now Nadeshiko was panicking. She didn't want that! She just wanted the black-haired girl to act normal and not like a huge pervert or suggesting such weird and strange things. "A-And... and... jdon't be a p-pervert! Th-that w-was... th-this isn't a doujin, um... s-so don't be stupid okay?!"

Haruka sent Tohru a confusedly insulted glare. Mira might just be able to call her something so familiar but Tohru certainly didnt. She had no idea what her problem with her was, such antagonism when they had hardly spoken was very strange. She sighed before deciding to ignore it. Mira had started up conversation with someone else so Haruka nodded to her and waved as she turned to jog back to the equipment. She picked up a volleyball and began playing with it, kicking it very high before catching it again. She was itching to do some activity and a small game wasnt going to cover it. She'd have to go to the gym later and take out some frustration on the punching bags there, or maybe she could challenge someone to a sparring match? There were a few athletically built girls around whom Haruka could tell did some form of martial art.

She stopped her game and tucked the ball under her arm, awaiting the beginning of the game. Absentmindedly she played with her military tags, the large engraved metal pieces chinked pleasantly against each other or bounced on her chest. She liked the feeling of connection they gave her and the feeling that no matter how bad things got she wouldn't lose who she was, it was a strong symbol for her.

The shrill, piercing bleat of Himeji's whistle sounded. It was quick, it was loud, and it was repeated twice more. The surly gym teacher was staring daggers at the group of girls that seemed more content to stand around and socialize rather than participate in the planned activities. She had just finished helping other groups get going, informing them of the rules and demonstrating the proper way to serve the ball, how to set, spikes, bumps, the whole rule book. Except that Himeji's idea of instruction was blowing her whistle and shouting. Behind Himeji, groups of students were awkwardly engaging in a match of volleyball.

And now she was approaching the gossiping group of giddy girls.

"Does this look like a social gathering, ladies?" Himeji called, cradling a white ball under her arm. "Gather up!" Another blow on the whistle.

Reiko, who hadn't said a word since addressing Junko, silently stood in front of Himeji, wiping a few loose strands of hair out of her eyes She had been rolling her eyes at some of the bits and pieces of the conversations going on around the field, The amount of times she had to bite her tongue to keep from voicing her opinion on the matters being discussed would have made her bleed out had she literally been biting her tongue. It was better to ignore it, to just stand there and look as uninterested as possible. Being uninterested, unapproachable, was actually to Reiko's benefit in more than just not having to deal with frivolous conversations about nothing.

Because when no one approaches you, no one notices your wandering eyes.

Her head movements were subtle, but they were there. As Reiko stood, waiting for someone to start throwing the ball around, her eyes were at work, lingering longer than could have been considered an accidental glance on a pair of legs on display thanks to the uniform. The object of her gaze was for her to know, but as soon as she caught herself staring, it was back to staring forward, uninterested in anything, her shoulder the coldest thing on this April afternoon. And now she stood in front of Himeji, sighing heavily, moreso out of annoyance than anything else, something that didn't go unnoticed by Himeji.

"Oh, am I boring you, Ishida? I see you're still not in appropriate uniform. Kinda arrogant, don't you think, that you think you're special enough to bend the rules? Whatever, sooner or later you'll learn that you don't make the rules. Anyway, volleyball. Simple enough. Two teams, head to head, three chances to get the ball over the net using your arms or hands." Himeji proceeded to explain, with several whistle bleats for emphasis, the various techniques. "Now, form your teams and get going. You play until class is over." Himeji blew her whistle once more and chucked the ball she was cradling to Shinobu Kotone. "Kotone-san, I'm putting you in charge of a team. And...you." She points towards the injury faker, "Honada-san, you can run the other team, unless your ankle starts acting up again. But it won't. Will it?"

She didn't even wait for a response before blowing her whistle a final time. "Get your teams, and get going. When I come back, I expect you all to be playing volleyball."

And with that, Himeji turned on her heels and proceeded to check on the other groups elsewhere on the fields. With her back turned, Reiko put an index finger on her lower eyelid and pulled down, adding a stuck out tongue to the unaware gym teacher. It was immature, sure, but it was worth it.

"You would think that a teacher would realise being a bitch doesn't help her long-term job prospects..." Kotone mumbled, pointing to girls at random before her opposing captain could do anything. She didn't really care for victory; so long as people got moving the class's purpose was served. Thus, pick people by the easiest method possible: point, make an indeterminate noise, and wait for response. So long as she wasn't utterly ignored, everything went fine and they could start fighting over getting a ball to a place.

Sports were stupid; they didn't achieve anything. Thus, she stuck with aikido... even though it basically took bribery to sustain a club consisting entirely of herself and no-one else; the previous third-years had left with nobody else joining, and thus the less-popular martial art had a club consisting of Kotone practice on her own. It was pleasant; definitely relaxing compared to her lessons in school breaks.

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"Kotone-san, I'm putting you in charge of a team. And...you." She points towards the injury faker, "Honada-san, you can run the other team, unless your ankle starts acting up again. But it won't. Will it?" She didn't even wait for a response before blowing her whistle a final time.

Yes, Mein Fuhrer... Well this was tan frickin' fastic, but it was inevitable Himeji-sensei was going to make PE the ninth circle of Hell for Tohru, especially after her little stunt to get out of doing anything for the day. It appeared that Yakuza chick Tohru b*tched out also shared her philosophy on physical activity, a complete and absolute waste of time and effort. "Alright, let's get this over with, before I decide to fake a heart attack..." She muttered glancing over to the group of girls before her and the tall girl. She was barely making an effort to pick a team, mostly just randomly pointing at people here and there and making a few indiscernible noises. Tohru however....her eye caught the faint yet familiar glow of two blushing cheeks beaming bright and lovely locks of soft pink hair. Hmmm...this might not be all that bad then. Tohru couldn't ask for a more perfect excuse. "Hey, Mira-chan! Over here!" Tohru was quick to call, such a bright and confident smile crossing her lips.

On the other hand though, she would have to deal with the Yakuza-girl being opposite of her team, and right off the bat she and Tohru weren't exactly the best of friends. Now who else could she pick? "Hmmm..." There was that one girl she sorta...pushed away that was talking to Mira, except she wasn't trying to woo Mira-chan into her arms...or her bed for that matter, and Tohru did have to agree she was being a bitch to her earlier, but that was PE. "Yeah uh...you there! The athletic looking chick! What's your name again?"

She hated to cut the conversation short with Regan, but she had no choice but to obey when Himeji blew her annoying whistle. Behind her, she could hear their P.E. teacher yelling at Red Shorts. It was a good thing she made herself useful earlier by setting up the volleyball equipment, or she might be in a similar situation with coach. Poor girl must be having a bad day already.

A look of surprise crossed her face when Tohru got named team captain, but that was good though... That meant she would get to be with her friend once again. Himeji also selected the Yakuza girl, which also came as a surprise. She was tall, and busty... but didn't look too enthused to be leading her team or about sports in general.

When she heard her name called by that familiar voice, she could have jumped for joy. Instead, she smiled at her friend and went to stand beside her silently.

Regan's eyebrows rose at Mira's response. No practice...? "That's really surprising! To be so flexible without any regiment... I wish it were that easy for me. As it is, my training seems to sap my flexibility, and I have to work to keep limber. Nn!" The teacher interrupted her chat with Mira using a rather unpleasant whistle, unfortunately. Tsk. Once the teacher is done giving her instructions, Regan is left slightly disappointed by her choice of team captains. Well, no matter. She watches as Mira is chosen, already, and Shinobu makes her decisions at... random...

It takes her a moment to realize Kotone is referring to her. She sighs and walks over. "I just introduced myself. Try to remember my name, will you? It's Hiryuu." She stands next to Mira, smiling at the girl. "You remember my name, don't you, Aino-san?" While she stands, she tenses and releases various muscle groups, preparing for the activity ahead.

Haruka deduced that the erratic finger pointing from the dark haired girl had at some point landed on her, which was a shame since she was now in the opposite team to Mira. However she didnt really mind, smiling briefly at her team Captain and going to stand by her side. She recognised the girl because of the rumours circling her last year, a Yakuza princess of some manner, to be honest Haruka was unimpressed. She hadnt done anything illegal on campus and generally kept to herself, she was also a good student, so Haruka had no issue with her. She sighed a little when she neared her, vaguely remembering that the girl was part of a very unpopular martial arts club, Aikido was it? Strange since Aikido seemed a very desirable discipline to Haruka having studied it briefly in her army training amongst other forms.

"I have to say, I'd much rather a sparring match that a meaningless game of volleyball." She muttered it in Kotone's direction but also to herself, wondering if anyone would take up her offer.

The girls crowding around Rika let out irritated groans when they realized that it was up to the two team leaders to assign positions. It was actually a bit of a relief for Rika because she wouldn't have to be the one to turn away some of them away if their team got to big. Now it was all up to the other two girls to suffer the cruel fate of scorning some of the girls. That's what she hated most about choosing teams. Leaving some of the girls out until last or putting them on a team they don't like. Nobody liked being in that position. Not that Rika ever experienced much problems personally on the aspect of getting picked last, being an idol and all, but she has had to do the picking before and it did not end pretty once some of the girls got in a fight afterwards. Indeed, it was a heavy burden. Oddly enough, however, the team leaders appeared to be the most disinterested girls around and were picking their team members apparently willy nilly. One looked like a rocker, as she saw her wearing the vandalized uniform earlier, while the other was apparently a yakuza if rumors could be trusted. Well that was...certainly something. She has died to both character types before, albeit on screen and not real life, and both of them appeared to be at least a tad rebellious. Perhaps it was wrong to discriminate against them based on their looks and professions, and they could otherwise be very kind people. After all, she has met some really nice rockers...but a yakuza? Weren't they always the bad guy?

She almost let out a sigh of relief once she and Tohru locked eyes and was selected to join her team. She'd be the one least likely of cause Rika to leave P.E. in a body bag. But then again she was now up against the yakuza! Her entire body shivered as the realization set it. How could she be so stupid and forget that simple fact! No. She had to give her the benefit of the doubt. Some yakuza had to be good, right? They wouldn't cut off her head just for beating them at volleyball, right? Does stuff like that happen in real life or only in the movies? She let out a nervous laugh as she maneuvered through the crowd of girls and stepped over to Tohru.

"I'm Suehiro Rika," she introduced herself to the two currently on her team with a bow. She took note that the other girl also had pink hair, a rare trait that they both shared and happened to be on the same team. She was as cute as Himawari. It would be fun playing with her...as in playing a respectful game of volleyball. She had no evil intentions in mind, at least so soon after the earlier fiasco that still left her a little rattled.

Quite the eclectic few that comprised Team Tohru so far, a convict metal-head, a teen idol, Mira-chan, and a karate looking chick. Not exactly the starring roster top athletes would choose for a volleyball team, but this wasn't the world championships or whatever they call it in volleyball, and it was as if Tohru could care less about winning or losing, rather imagining herself passed out on that comfy bench she was so close to reaching before Himeji-sensei got a hold of her, snoring away happily while the rest of the poor louts were forced to exercise, or better yet her lying on the same bench with her head resting in Mira's lap, all while the cute girl tenderly petted her hair and Tohru looked up to see her beautiful smile. She was almost in a trance induced by that wonderful picture but shook herself out of it when the karate chick introduced herself as Hiryuu. "Right, Hiryuu...won't forget it next time. Anyway, sorry for earlier. Just being a sour-b*tch."

The other pink haired girl, the teen idol who couldn't seem to get away from her annoying gaggle of screaming fangirls, nervously shuffled over to Tohru's side as well, introducing her name as, Suehiro Rika. Tohru didn't much recognize the name, but the face was sure familiar, as was any actress' face honestly. "Name's Tohru." The teen replied to Rika, still perplexed by where she knew that face, then it clicked. "Didn't you play in "Feast of the Cannibals"?" Come to think of it, most of the horror movies Tohru had seen coincidentally had Rika always starring in them, and damn did the directors give her some brutal death scenes, the most notorious to Tohru being "Death Game-Part Two" when Rika's character was torn in half by a pneumatic stretching table, but Tohru could reminisce about her favorite gore movie scenes later. There were three on her team thus far, four if she included herself, but what was this. It appeared someone was deciding to pour a nice batch of salt into Tohru's gushing wounds, because who else was on Yakuza-Queen's team other than Tohru's now considered arch-rival, Haruka-chan. As much as Tohru hated sports, this was definitely going to be a very interesting match, one that might end with one going to Serizawa's office and the other.....the infirmary. Game on...G.I. Jane...

Mira nodded and silently cheered as Hiryuu-san joined her on the team, while silently booing that Tohru didn't pick Haruka-chan.

"Of course I remember you, Hiryuu-san. How could I forget?" Her tone was mostly a pleasant tease, though she was being honest. She found Regan's obvious athleticism to be... She couldn't put her finger on it.

Next, a girl with darker pink hair than her own was chosen to join them. Her eyes widened when she saw her. How could she not have noticed that pink hair before?

"Nice to meet you, Suehiro-san. I'm Aino Mira..." She said, reaching out to touch Rika's hair, completely in awe. "Ahh. It's so soft..." She blushed, rubbing the soft strands between her index and thumb gently. After a few seconds, she realized what she was doing, and then smoothed the cotton-candy colored hair back into place with the most delicate of motions. "Ehehe... Sorry..." She played with the ends of her own long ponytail, looking away shyly. "I've never met anyone else with pink hair before."

Her fan club did not appreciate that. They stared at Mira with the fires of hell in their eyes, mentally burning her name into the list of the people they hated for messing with their idol. She was completely oblivious to the fact, not knowing her pink-haired team mate was an actress with a cult following.

Regan giggles softly at Mira. She was pretty cute, honestly. In behavior and appearance. Though, she had to ask herself, what was up with the... pink hair? Was it natural? It had to be dyed... right? She felt like it would be silly to ask, and the way Mira commented on the others hair... Well, she'd just have to figure it out on her own. If she asked, she could get one of two responses. It was actually natural, or of course it was dyed. And then she'd look stupid.

No matter. Some mysteries were better left unsolved, or something. However, an ambient hostility filled the air... it was slight, but- oh, there. She catches Tohru mention a movie roll the idol girl played in and Regan put the dots together. They must be overreacting. Whatever the case, Regan steps in to their line of sight to Aino, returning their glowers with a stern stare. If they wanted to start something, she'd be glad to oblige them.

After a brief moment of staring down some rabid fans, she turns to Tohru, smiling softly. "That's alright, don't worry about it." Though, the rocker was shortly distracted by something on the other side of the net. Well, whatever.

Junko felt relieved that Haruka was joining their team. Her efforts didn't remain wasted. She also did feel a little excited that the older girl actually remembered her, considering that Junko didn't. She was bad with remembering people.

Junko walked around a little bit idly, impatient to see the game start. She heard many conversations and saw other people join both teams. She looked around and suddenly heard a whistle bring them all to silence. The gym teacher started scolding the students for talking. Junko was lucky she remained undetected with her bored attitude, because Himeji caught Reiko and started bagging on her about her shorts and not following the rules. Junko let out a chuckle when she noticed Reiko sticking her tongue out at the backside of Himeji.

"Kotone-san, I'm putting you in charge of a team. And...you." She points towards the injury faker, "Honada-san, you can run the other team, unless your ankle starts acting up again. But it won't. Will it?"

Junko groaned. This was a nuisance. Right after she got comfortable with how the teams were looking. The girl that Junko talked to earlier in the classroom was the team she'd be on. Junko sighed and shuffled over to her side of the net. At least she was tall, but it was way to early to think about defeat.

Junko cracked her neck and looked over in Kotone's teams direction. “So, you guys ready to rumble?”