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Rumors spread during lunch like a wildfire. Whatever talk was left for the upcoming weekend vanished. Every corner she turned she was greeted, as if she was some flirty prince like Kaoru. Smiles adorn their faces that were because of her supposed affair with the Tsurumaki heir.
Gaining publicity for HaroHapi is always seen as a positive, more publicity meant more smiles, but the whispers and giggling were starting to grow annoying. Misaki wished she could start the day from the beginning or at least hope the rest of the band doesn’t catch wind of it. She could practically hear Kaoru’s comments like,
“Ah, an affair truly fleeting! Does our happy kitten’s love burn like the white hot intensity of a thousand suns!”
Thankfully the second to last bell had rung and she was a step closer to escape the social embarrassment she placed herself in.
“Just one more class, detention and I’m-“
Misaki’s train of thought slowed to a stop as she noticed one of Kokoro’s suit people attending to her locker before exiting. She couldn’t help but feel suspicious, yet Kokoro was most likely involved. She decided to take the extra time seeing that she already had detention.
Misaki glanced around searching for the blond. With no sight of her she went to her locker, upon inspection nothing was out of place except for the newly added cup of coffee placed on a fancy envelope.
In an instant the hyperactive blond was behind her,
“What do you have there?”
“HOLY Shhhhh...,”
(“Fuck! I can’t swear I’m front of her. Wait, where did she come from. Ah, she’s waiting for a response. Think, think, save it.”)
sh-Sugared Coffee!”, (“Nailed it!”)
“And what about the letter under it?” She questioned, leaning closer toward Misaki’s personal space. For a moment, Misaki was confused. Why did she not know about the note.
“I..uh..didn’t read it yet.”
“Well Read it!” The blonde encouraged, smiling broadly, she watched excitedly as the taller girl unfolded the note.
Misaki was blushing, looking down at the now unfolded paper,
“Please Handle Our Ouji-Sama With Care! We Have Provided The Essentials!
- signed T.B.G."
Misaki felt herself loosing more brain cells than her average by this point. She wasn’t sure if she should be red from the humility, or red from the anger for their assumption.
“...um..M-misaki..there’s uh.”
The blonde fidgeted in place, her cheeks dusted red from the new attention added. Once again even at the end of the school day misaki’s private affairs were broad casted for everyone who decided to watch.
As She flipped the note over she noticed taped along the back was a strip of enclosed condoms.
Misaki’s eyes shot to Kokoro, but she was blushing, looking down at the ground with the most faint smile on her face. The crowd gawked and commented,
“God I wish that were me!”
“Did you see that? Guess the rumors are true!”
“Tsurumaki-San is just Flaunting at this point!”
Misaki had no idea how to retaliate in their current situation. Their accusations are false, yet by this point in time nothing would prove them innocent.
“Ahem!” The huff breaking her inner turmoil caused her attention to look near the exit.
“Okusawa-San.” Sayo states dryly,
“As The Student Council Disciplinary Committee I believe you will be in my office.”
“FUCK!”
“Vulgar language is against conduct and appropriate school guild lines. Everyone please disburse and return to your classes. There is nothing more to see.”
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After the lecture about appropriate school conduct Misaki received, from The Student Council Disciplinary Committee, herself another after school detention. At that the final bell rang signaling classes were over.
Misaki let out a sigh, strolling back into the main building, she hoped she wouldn’t be removed from club activities because of today’s events. Being that she has detention left she makes her way through the halls towards the cafeteria.
She could hear running, adrenaline coursing, sprouting nonsense about smiles and their catch phrase. No doubt it belong to the hyperactive band mate. Said bandmate that’s the cause for her detentions and lectures.
Closer, closer, the sound rounded the corner of the stairs as she was spotted.
That’s when she noticed the blonde leap towards her. Misaki took a step back, her arms wrapped around the other girls waist, pulling her closer, pressing her against her chest to balance the blonde. Their eyes met, and so did their bodies against the floor. Kokoro was embraced closely upon impact, she was kept close even with her weight directly on the brunette.
The commotion alone got the attention of several students and staff. Based on how the day was going, Misaki apparently had little to no self control over what was proper school behavior.
“OKUSAWA! Principal’s Office NOW!”