Today, it was the first school day after the vacation.
And there she was, sitting in her room, with her uniform properly ironed, and some colorful hair ties and pink ribbons in her hands.
"Do you know that you are actually getting late?" Ryo voiced out, flipping through a book from her table, without removing his eyes from it.
"The hell I don't. But Ryo…" she raised up her uniform before her head, "no way I could go to school wearing such a neat thing. Look at the ironing, dude. There ain't any wrinkles here." she caressed her hands over the cloth lightly, fearing that she might actually ruin it. "Such wonderful work, is that even real? Ugh! I never wore such neat clothes in my whole life, let alone uniforms. Cuz…"
"Because you got no time nor desire to deck up properly, or iron your dresses. Throwing in a hoodie was easier than that, right?" Ryo completed the sentence for her.
"Dontcha think? I mean, who bothers about this nowadays?"
