[sup][h1][center][img][/img][/center][b][center][color=black]Shinomiya Koharu 四宮心春[/color]
[color=FFD319]Shinomiya Koharu 四宮心春[/color][/center]
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"Hey, get out of the bathroom already, you're going to make me late for work!"

[color=FFD319]"Hah! So~~rry ojisan, but I'm getting ready for the first day of school. Got to be presentable, y'know? Or are you just trying to get this super cute JK to stumble out of the bathroom all flustered and half-dressed so you can catch an eyeful, hmmmmmm?"[/color]

Koharu stuck out her tongue at the closed door as she listened to Ogata-san huff on the other side. She knew she was being a pain but he was [i]such [/i]a creep and she really didn't care if she made him late. Maybe if he were nicer she'd bother being a little more polite, but meh. He could go explain to his boss.

She finished her makeup routine with a lick of pale pink lipstick that matched her hair, then adjusted her uniform. It might be spring, there might still be a little chill in the air, but style didn't stop for comfort. She could throw on a cardigan for warmth, but the neckline just [i]had [/i]to be open, and of course her skirt short enough to raise blood pressures among the school staff. She wasn't oldschool enough for loose socks, but she rocked the thigh-highs for some grade-A zettai ryōiki.

Koharu was well aware of the effect her style had on some people of the male persuasion, but unlike what some might think she didn't do it for the attention. This was just what made her feel good about herself, made her ready to face the day. Adjusting the elastics to sit just so was, for her, like a samurai tightening the strings on his helmet. Ugh - were they going to start on history today already? She couldn't remember and didn't feel like checking the timetable. 

Whatever, she could just borrow Takaya's textbook. Unlike her, the studious guy would always have all his study materials ready - and he was always kind and generous about sharing. Not that he'd have much of a choice if the teacher told him to anyway, but still. He'd always been nice even as a little kid.

Breakfast was toast and jam; she didn't have time for a sit-down meal, not when she'd have to make it herself. At least Otonashi-san provided the fixings. The sharehouse was old and run-down, but the young manager did her best to make it comfortable for her tenants... which was a lot more than could be said for some of the said tenants. It hadn't been easy starting out here, but Koharu had already had a lot of experience dealing with drunk uncles - and it hadn't hurt that Junko-senpai [@ERode]had helped her move in. Just the sight of her massive judoka friend had helped keep people in line. 

Koharu washed her plate and teacup and set them to dry before grabbing her things to leave. Otonashi-san appreciated that she was clean and respectful, and she did try to help around when she had the time. The manager was a nice lady - such a pity that she'd been widowed at such a young age.

And then Koharu was off, rattling along the street on her old bike. It was fixed-gear and heavy and a pain to handle on slopes, but it was built like a tank and had served her well on newspaper routes and takeaway deliveries alike. On a fine day like this, there was no better way to get to school.

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Haruto pitched forward as a great weight plummeted onto his back, almost sending him to his knees. As he regained his balance his nose was filled with a sweet familiar scent of vanilla and roses, a mixture of shampoo and body spray that was the signature of one girl in the school -

[color=FFD319]"Top of the morning, Hakkun!"[/color] Koharu's voice rang out in his ear. [color=FFD319]"Aah, so good to see you again!"[/color]

And if the truth be told, Haruto as a normal, healthy young man was not unaware of the pillowy feeling on his back. They'd all grown up a lot since middle school, but Koharu had [i]grown....
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[@Nani]