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The lock room was louder usual, even without the people who decided to skip there was chatting about the upcoming weekend, although the week just started.
Thankfully the current school day was already halfway over, a couple more classes was all she had to deal with. Gym being her current class she hoped to get through quickly. It was her one class of the day she actually socialized, yet with everyone else’s plans Misaki would be under more stress Re-planning the upcoming weekend if she didn’t already set her schedule.
Family outings, part-time job, upcoming school festival, band practice, band charity events, her list went on seeming to out weigh the actual time she had to take care of everything. Just the thoughts alone brought her a headache.
“I need to get stronger coffee..” she mumbled deciding she’d much rather change in a stall to avoid attracting a conversation that might add to that hectic schedule. Speaking of her schedule, they recently started planning for their next charity event with Rosalia. Something about sheltering animals, which surprised them a bit considering the image Rosalia maintains. Both bands had to go in person the other night to meet the animals being shown during the event. They have to go again during closing hours tonight since that is the only time they were able to show which animals haven’t been adopted yet.
They wouldn’t have had to go a second time if Kokoro didnt caused an actual cat fight the first time, Misaki wished she had the option to stay in the Bear suit.
Misaki fumbled around with the lock for a few moments needing to respin the dial for the combination, being that she got distracted.
She tugged the shirt over her shoulders, slipping her arms out of the sleeves.
When the locker room door swung open, Misaki silently cursed to herself. She was hoping she wouldn’t have to deal the hyperactive bandmate until after school.
“Maybe if I keep really quiet she won’t notice me.” She thought as are finished undressing. She hiked up her gym pants and began searching her bag for the shirt.
“Volleyball would be fun. We should do teams for...”
Kokoros attention trailed away from listening to the others game idea, and Misaki practically heard the gears turning, she could sense the blonde looking in her direction. Misaki didn’t hear her approach, she flinched as she felt a hand glide along her bare back sliding against the red lines, Some lines darker than others.
Wincing from the touch, she closed her eyes, pain sliding across her face. Kokoro eyes trailed each Mark increasing her sense of guilt, her expression softened as she spoke,
“I’m sorry about last night.”
The few people that were actually still present quieted. The interaction between them peeking their interest. She turned around, Her response was reflex, her voice octaves higher, but unable to make a proper resort,
“W-What?!”
“The scratches on your back, I’m sorry for causing so many.” She clarified, but didn’t help.
As awkward as she felt right now, her glance towards Kokoro showed the events unfolding flew over the vocalist head. Several eyes surrounded them as they became the center of attention. Misaki’s face flushed red, brightening with each passing second. She wanted to die on spot, of all the things to happen to her that involved the blond, anything that could remove her from her current predicament would be a godsend.
Kokoro gently cup both sides of the brunettes face getting her attention, draping her arms around her, she pulls her into a hug as she nuzzled her face into the taller girls neck, smiling gently. Misaki’s brain couldn’t help but short circuit. Kokoro was so close, and she smelt really nice. Like really nice.., Like really really- wait, was that gay. She liked the blondes company from time to time, as well as her charm and smile but did she...
“Allow me to do something for you.”
The blonde spoke removing misaki from her daze. Misaki’s eyes widened in her state of shock. She knows Kokoro is good on her word, so she had to stop her from making any promises, before the suits started anything, after all it was just an accident.
But she was also nervous about saying something that would have the opposite effect. Perhaps if she didn’t think about it too hard she could manage to say something decent.
“Do whatever you want to me.”
A silence falls between them but mostly on misaki’s end, she could feel the steam of embarrassment leave from her face. Kokoro is digging her a grave, and she just handed her the shovel. she had to attempt control or salvage whatever dignity she had left, especially after that last statement. However the other girls in the locker room already started to whisper,
“Wow, Okusawa-San is so Bold!”
“She must have gotten lessons from Kaoru-Senpai!”
“Tsurumaki-San is so lucky!”
She would have denied said accusations had she trusted her self to speak up. Kokoro still hung around her neck, which wouldn’t help even if she did deny it.
So Misaki forced Kokoro away, causing the blonde to stumble back pulling Misaki along to regain balanced. The action caused several gasps and screams from the crowd.
The brunette kept her arms on either side of her to keep from crushing all her weight on top of the blonde.
Kokoros face heated as her expression slid into a Dopey smile,
“So-Sorry-“
“OKUSAWA!”
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Misaki’s cheeks burn as she hides her face in her hands for a moment groaning.
“Then sensei gave me after school detention for sexual harassment and classroom misconduct. “
Her pride is stung further by the laughter of the other girl. Arisa had to take a breather before responding,
“That explains so much. So, what are you now?”
“What do you mean?”
“Are you dating or just another idiot like kaoru-San?”
“I don’t know!” Misaki grumbled, “I think I’m just lucky they didn’t phone my dad, otherwise I’d be grounded.”
At that the bell rang signaling Lunch officially over. Arisa collected her things and readied to discard her tray.
“Whatever you decide make it quick. Last thing I need is Kasumi getting those kinds of ideas.”