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Yesterday had been a disaster if not worse.
First, she’d lost her cool and stormed out of class and second, that girl had come to her house and seen her in her casual home clothes, slippers, apron and all. Tōjō had given her the bag and jacket and had then hurried off. As Alisa came to the door to ask who it was, Eli had stared off after Tōjō, feeling a bit weird and confused.
“What’s wrong sis?”, Alisa had asked.
“Ehh? Oh, it’s nothing. Just got my bag and jacket delivered.”
Eli had kept looking where Tōjō had ran, then had closed the door and gotten inside.
Dinner had passed without any questions, Alisa in good spirits and as evening turned into night, sleep had kept her from thinking.
Now, in the classroom the next day, Tōjō was teasing her.
“Please, at worst you’d smack me with a fuzzy slipper”.
Eli snapped. How dare this so obedient teacher’s pet, mock her. She jumped up from her chair, sending it clattering to the floor, grabbed Tōjō’s collar and slammed her into the closest wall, hosting her up. Fury raged in her eyes as Tōjō slowly recovered from the attack and looked her quarry in the eye, a moment of fear replaced with self-certainty and bravado.
“But maybe we should find a bed first…”, Eli didn’t hear the rest of the comment.
A bed? Does she… get off on this? But… bed… with her…
Eli felt her thoughts moving away from anger into a more carnal state.
No, I can’t.
She began to blush, shock of realization spreading through her. She let go of Tōjō, mustering her voice to sound as confident as she could.
“You.. I’ll fucking kill you if you tell anyone!”, Eli said and hurriedly left the classroom, choosing not to hear the quip Tōjō threw after her. She passed her classmates in the hallway who gave her ample room to pass. When she was sure no-one was looking snuck into the bathroom, locking herself inside a stall.
What the actual…, she thought as she tried to catch her breath, Why is that girl on my case? And what the hell is going on with me? Am I… into her? Nah, can’t be. She just gets under my skin is all.
Eli knew she played for the other team, something that was looked down upon in her parent’s native country, but more accepted here. She had no romantic experience, so she had no idea what Tōjō wanted, if she even wanted something… but what she had said. Did she mean it? Or was it just a teasing game.
Resigned, Eli opened the stall and walked home.