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Haruka Tenoh had a wardrobe about as varied and gender-nonconformist as she was. Incredibly. She could blame a rich shopaholic girlfriend for that. Long elegant gowns hung next to full leather biking gear covered in logos, which stared at silk yukata that only saw the light of day once a year. Looking left the neon colours of sportswear peeked out from drawers, clashing against the more subdued hues of her shirts, shorts and, ties. Her rather small collection of skirts and dresses lived more to the right, the only neat part of the closet (likely due to the routine thievery from Setsuna and Michiru).
Depending on the day, she’s equally as likely to go for the masculine or the feminine clothing. Hell, she fights monsters routinely, wearing stilettos! But if you ask her if she’d rather wear pants or skirts every day she’d never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever pick skirts. Ugh.
Which caused her dilemma. Although coed, Juuban made those with the female tick on their birth certificate wear the Girls Uniform with no exceptions, well apparently.
It was hideous. The skirt, a blue that couldn’t decide whether it wanted to be Prussian or Navy, came down to most’s knees like a delinquent’s. On her it remained unflatteringly at mid thigh, revealing a pair of twiggy legs. The shirt was okay...ish, but it Did. Not. Look. Right.
Nope. Not wearing it. Must find a way to not wear it. She came up with a plan
Plan 1# The Height Clause
At Mugen, Haruka got to wear the boy’s uniform because she was too tall for the girl’s. That would work...except she has a girl’s uniform for this school...and it fits...
Okay...
Plan 1# FAIL
Plan 2# Just Wear Gym Uniform
Haruka reckoned this was a solid plan. After all, a gym uniform was a school uniform, it was comfy and, it had shorts. She just had to check the rulebook to see if the school had the same logic as she did.
Rulebook: Students should not wear gym uniform outside of gym class outside of extenuating circumstances.
Rulebook: is about to be in a million pieces...wait a second ‘extenuating circumstances’. Getting main school uniform destroyed counts as extenuating circumstances...right?
Heeeey...would destruction of property count as an extenuating circumstance, right? Her foolhardy desparation began to gnaw away at her rational thoughts. How to destroy...
Paper shredder? Nah it would leave it recognisable.
The Space Sword? Ok, she actually was rational enough to discredit that...
Stain it? Too easy to fix.
Drag it behind her car? That might hurt the car.
Fire? Hmmm, she couldn’t find any downsides to that.
Fire it is.
Plan 3# Burn it!
Ok, so how to burn? Sorry school uniform, you’re just wrong, she thought. Who’s good with fire? Rei Hino. Yeah, Rei Hino is good with fire. She could just go over there tomorrow and just get them a little scorched and then there wouldn’t be any uniform to deal with and she wouldn’t be having this little freak out and if anything she’s surprised she hasn’t thought of this sooner or gone insane because there is no way she would willingly wear that as is in her right mind everyda—
“Haruka?” The most beautiful sound in the world took her out of her stupor. She felt her cheeks heat as she realised how much of a bad idea she had had. But how to get rid of this goddamn uniform?
”Haruka? What’s wrong?” The concern was clear in Michiru’s voice. Warm arms encircled her, stroking her hair and holding her close.
“Uniform...” It looks terrible on me. I look like a scarecrow. It’s wrong. Haruka tried to come up with best answer in her trademark bravado but could only make out an “I don’t wanna wear it”, like some petulant child.
”I know, I’m sorry.” Ugh. It wasn’t her fault! She didn’t need to apologise!
Michiru kept Haruka close as she slowly let the anger and, in hindsight, clear desperation-induced pyromania, ebb away enough to at least somewhat articulate her problem, further. Thankfully, Michiru had seemed to figure it out in her own time, the face of silent understanding Haruka knew well looking at her in the eyes.
“Haruka,” she began, slipping a lock of hair behind Haruka’s ear. “It’s ok, we can fix this. What do you think is wrong with the uniform?”
”Looks wrong”
”Do you want to maybe get it tailored like mine? I could get Setsuna? So it maybe looks more like you? I mean, we both know you’d do better in slacks, and since bribing the headmaster is an action I am not allowed to take it’s not the best bu—“
Haruka shut her up with a kiss. Damn her logic.
“It’s a good plan.” Just good though. And the uniform was still horrible. Mostly the skirt.
Michiru padded out of the room after taking the offending garments away from Haruka. She turned to face her with a wicked smile on her face.
”Bribery and destruction of property...we make quite a team, don’t we? Now we both know those are totally illegal, right?” She left the room with a skip in her step.
Wait a second...Haruka had said nothing about destruction of property in that conversation with Michiru, hadn’t she? The only time she had thought about that was...
Oh.
Oh no.
Maybe I should tell my self not to think aloud, she thought.