Fuyumi yawned and stretched her arms far above her head before she grabbed her scarf and wrapped it around her neck. Her house wasn't as quiet as it usually was, because her dad was sick at home for the day. She turned to look at him while he watched TV and ate a bowl of Miso soup.
"Are you sure you're going to be alright by yourself today, Oto-sama? I could always skip school and take care of you."
He smiled at her and waved his hand, shaking his head. "No, no, you need to go to school and learn. I'll be just fine. Bobo will make sure I'm okay."
Bobo was their small puppy, the type of dog that always had to be on someone's lap begging for food.
Fuyumi smiled and nodded, grabbing her bag as she opened the front door. "I'm off, then."
She stepped out of her house and shut the door behind her, the sounds from the TV growing muffled. She hopped off of the doorstep and made her way to the sidewalk.
Ichigo was walking down the sidewalk just as she was, and when she spotted the black haired girl her face lit up.
"Fuyumi! I'm so glad I caught you just in time."
Fuyumi turned to look at her while she waited. She smiled. "We don't usually get to walk to school together."
Ichigo nodded. "Yeah, this is a rare opportunity. Ah, I was meaning to ask you but I forgot— you've been in such a good mood since yesterday. Why?"
Fuyumi looked over at her, her breath coming out in an icy cloud, and then grinned. "Oh, well, nothing much happened, really. My mood has just been lighter is all."
Ichigo hummed and reached out to poke her in the cheek, frowning. "We've been friends for over ten years, I can tell when you're lying."
Fuyumi closed her eyes and smiled innocently. "I'm not a liar, I'm just happy. Do I really need a reason to be happy?"
Ichigo puffed out her cheeks and let out a 'hmph!'
"Whatever you say, Fuyumi, but I'm on to you!"
_
They headed to the locker rooms to change for their first class of the day— the dreaded PE class. Let's just say Fuyumi didn't have a good track record when it came to dodgeball.
She let out a sigh as the two of them walked into the locker rooms together, seeing that Hideko and two of her friends were already there.
Fuyumi would usually frown upon seeing them, because she knew it meant harassment, but today she felt a smug smile spread on her lips.
'Let's see how long Hideko can hold out before she makes a smart remark.'
She walked over to her locker and opened it, reaching in to grab her red shorts.
Miyuki looked over at her with a smirk and crossed her arms. "Get dressed quickly girls, lesbian-san is here."
Ichigo frowned deeply and sighed at the remark, turning away to reach into her own locker.
Fuyumi remained unbothered as she looked at the pink haired girl with a smirk.
"You know that I only look at pretty girls, Miyuki. You three are safe."
With that, she closed her locker and walked out of the locker room, Ichigo following along quickly.
Miyuki clicked her tongue and trembled with anger, "That little—!! I'm gonna—"
She was cut off by Hideko whom sighed and slammed her locker shut, walking out.
"Give it a rest, Miyuki."
Miyuki's mouth fell open in surprise as she watched the girl walk away. She looked over at her friend, Yui. The blonde haired girl sweated and shrugged.
Any other time Hideko would have been eager to make a quip at Fuyumi's expense. Miyuki just rolled her eyes.
"Whatever!"
They all stood in the gym together, and after having stretched their limbs, they all got on teams to play dodgeball. Everything had been going fine. Fuyumi was still in the game after ten minutes— which was unusual.
And then Maruki Miyuki decided to make a snarky remark to Ichigo out of spite, a smirk curling on her lips as she threw the red ball and hit Ichigo on her side.
Ichigo frowned deeply and sighed as she turned around to walk out and sit down. But Miyuki had to get a word in before she left.
"That's why you should pay attention to the game instead of lesbian-san's ass, Ichigo!"
Ichigo's eyes widened and her orbs went dark as she grit her teeth. She whipped around with red cheeks and hissed.
"Oh, shut up, Miyuki! I wasn't looking at anything!"
She grabbed a ball, squeezing it to the point of nearly popping it, and launched it angrily at the pink haired girl's face.
Miyuki's eyes widened as she jumped out of the way to dodge the ball that zoomed past her so quickly it ruffled her hair. "What the he—"
Another ball came flying and hit her in the chest, sending her staggering backward in surprise. "Ah— ah!"
She hit the ground on her butt and groaned, Hideko looking down at her in surprise. The blue haired girl knit her brows and growled as she grabbed the ball that had hit her friend.
"Call off your little puppy, Fuyumi!"
She wrenched her arm back and threw the ball as hard as she could at Fuyumi, but the girl twirled out of the way in surprise.
The doors opened as the ball went flying at them and the PE teacher, Kosaka-sensei, stepped in. He had stepped out to go to the bathroom, and as he came back in, the ball smacked him in his face.
The whole room went silent in shock as the teacher let out a yelp of pain and fell backward, crashing heavily. As the ball bounced away, his face was revealed to be red from the impact, his glasses crooked and cracked on his nose.
He blinked a few times in shock and propped himself up on his elbows. After the initial surprise wore off, he grit his teeth and seethed with anger.
"Who the hell just threw that ball?!"
Almost everyone immediately pointed at Hideko, as well as Fuyumi for some reason, causing the both of them to sweat nervously.
Fuyumi chuckled and rubbed the back of her neck, shrugging. "At least red is a good color on you..?"
Kosaka-sensei trembled furiously as he pushed his broken glasses up and pointed at the both of them angrily, screaming.
"BOTH OF YOU, GET TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE!!"
_
Fuyumi and Hideko sat next to each other in the midst of the principal's office as the principal, Yumi-sensei, stared at them with a frown.
Hideko's arms were crossed over her chest as she looked away with an angry pout, and Fuyumi was smiling innocently with her hands folded on her lap.
Yumi-sensei let out a sigh as she stood up and placed her hands on her desk, looking from one girl to the other.
"Look girls, normally we would overlook something like this, because Yasakabe-san is, well, the daughter of our chairman, but this situation is serious. Kosaka-sensei could have a concussion, not to mention a broken pair of glasses..."
She walked around the side of her desk and then took a seat on top of it, arms crossed.
"I'm going to have to ask you girls to stay after class and clean out the PE storage closet as punishment. Understood?"
Hideko quickly uncrossed her arms and clutched her fists, face displaying anger.
"What?! That is so unfair! You're going to make me clean out the closet with her?! But she's the one who started it!"
Yumi-sensei rose her brow and frowned. "The way I'm told by your classmates, Miyuki was the one that started it when she made a smart remark."
Hideko blinked at her and then crossed her arms again, slumping into the chair. "Whatever."
Fuyumi looked over at her with a grin and upturned, closed eyes. "What's the matter, Hideko? Afraid of a little dust?"
Hideko sent her a sharp glare and huffed. "It's not the dust I'm afraid of."
Yumi-sensei let out a sigh and shook her head, staring at the two girls seriously.
"Quiet, both of you. You'll work together peacefully like mature seventeen year old girls and get the closet nice and clean. Are we understood?"
Her tone was more serious and stern than before, and she certainly didn't look like she was in the mood to argue. So Hideko and Fuyumi both nodded.
"Yes, Yumi-sensei..."
The principal smiled with satisfaction and nodded, stranding up to sit back at her desk.
"You may leave, then. And be sure to apologize to Kosaka-sensei— you're lucky he isn't having the both of you pay for his new glasses."
_
Fuyumi sat in class quietly, waiting for the final bell to ring to dismiss her to cleaning the closet. Ichigo stared at her apologetically from behind her and reached forward to tap her back.
Fuyumi looked over her shoulder and hummed. Ichigo placed her hand next to her mouth and whispered.
"Sorry, Fuyumi. I shouldn't have let my anger get to me, because now you have to clean with that bully. Forgive me?"
Fuyumi smiled and nodded. "Of course you're forgiven. Don't beat yourself up over it, I'm used to cleaning anyway."
Ichigo nodded, still frowning, and sat back in her seat.
Across the room, Hideko was ignoring Miyuki with an angry glare on her face, cheeks puffed out. Miyuki sighed and clasped her hands together, begging.
"Please, oh, please forgive me, Hideko. I won't do anything like that again, so please..!"
Hideko looked away from her and rested her cheek in her hand, huffing. Miyuki looked down dejectedly and sighed.
When the bell rang, everyone was eager to get out of class, giggling among themselves. Of course, Hideko didn't share their enthusiasm.
She begrudgingly walked down the hall and toward the gym where Fuyumi was already waiting, talking with Kosaka-sensei.
Kosaka looked down at her with a frown and crossed his arms, his glasses no longer on his face.
"Make sure I'm able to eat off of this floor when you're done, alright?"
Fuyumi nodded and smiled. "Yes, sensei. And please forgive us."
He gave a nod with pursed lips and then turned to walk away. As he left through the doors, he passed Hideko whom was just heading in.
He didn't bother speaking to her or scolding her, because his adrenaline from earlier had worn off and he was aware that she was still the chairman's daughter.
The doors shut heavily behind Hideko as she walked in. She placed one hand on her hip and glared at Fuyumi.
"Let's get this over with. I don't want to be here all night with you."
Fuyumi smiled at her innocently and twirled the broom that she was holding, humming. "Don't act so coldly toward me. Don't forget that you started it."
Hideko obviously disliked being wrong, because her face grew red with anger as she stomped her foot and began stalking over.
"Whatever! I don't care! Don't even talk to me while we clean, just leave me the hell alone! And while you're at it, don't even look at me..!"
Her voice faded away as she stomped past Fuyumi and into the closet. The black haired girl giggled and whistled as she stepped in after her, closing the doors.
_
Ichigo sighed as she stood in the kitchen and stirred the ramen she was making for her little brothers. She couldn't help but mull over the fact that Fuyumi was stuck with Hideko at the moment, all because of her.
She closed her eyes as her mind flashed back to earlier, her frown deepening.
'I was not looking at her a-ass! That's vulgar and perverted, and I'm not a pervert! Besides, she's one to talk. I see her making goo-goo eyes at Hideko all the time...'
She huffed and rolled her eyes, grabbing a bowl to spoon in some of the ramen. "Whatever..."
_
Fuyumi rolled the long sleeves of her uniform up and hummed, looking around at all of the boxes and equipment that littered the closet.
Hideko was stood next to her, bent over to grab a box full of balls. She stood back up and frowned.
"I'm going to go out these over in that corner. In the meantime, you clean off that shelf."
Fuyumi hummed and grinned as she walked up to the shelf and began cleaning it off. "Oh, you're talking to me? But I'm not allowed to talk to you?"
"Just shut up and do it."
"Whatever you say."
After Fuyumi had cleared the shelf off, Hideko headed over and began to dust it with her sleeve. Fuyumi stared at her and frowned. She walked up behind the blue haired girl and reached around her to grab her by her arm.
Hideko's eyes widened a bit as Fuyumi leaned over and spoke next to her ear, placing a cloth in her hand.
"Don't do that, you'll dirty your sleeve. Use this."
Hideko felt her cheeks heat as she pursed her lips tightly. She snatched her arm from Fuyumi's grip and took the cloth. "...Whatever."
Fuyumi grinned at this and hummed, turning on her heel to head to the other side of the closet. "'Whatever' must be your favorite word."
Hideko narrowed her eyes as she swiped the cloth over the dusty shelf. "I thought I told you not to talk to me. Or look at me."
Fuyumi cooed. "How can I look at you when you won't even face me?"
Hideko's lips pursed into a tight frown, moving to set the cloth to the side. "Shut—"
Fuyumi walked up behind her and grinned at her, whispering into her ear. "Could it be that you're thinking about yesterday?"
Hideko's eyes grew wide and her lips parted. She stood there rigidly in surprise, feeling her heart beat increase as Fuyumi's chest pressed up against her back.
"Of course I'm n-not—!"
Fuyumi grinned and leaned down to place a kiss on her neck, humming. "Liar."
Hideko screwed her eyes shut and let out a pleasured sigh, her hands reaching out to grab the shelf. "S-Stop it—"
She flinched and let out a moan as a cold hand began snaking its way underneath her shirt, trailing up to her breasts. Fuyumi's lips were placed right next to the girl's ear as she whispered.
"I was... I couldn't help but think about the way you squirmed, and how delicious your lips were..."
Hideko whimpered as a hand squeezed her breast through the fabric that sculpted her chest, teasing her.
Fuyumi's eyes were glossed over as she let out a short giggle, pink lips curled upward in amusement.
"I know you've been thinking about it. I can feel you staring at me with a needy look while we're in class. You might want to stop, others will get suspicious..."
Hideko's eyes widened and her body shuddered, her back involuntarily arching until her ass bumped into Fuyumi's hips. "W-Wait, sto—! Oh!"
The hand that had been massaging her through her bra snaked under the fabric and pressed against her nipple.
Fuyumi's smirk broadened at the reaction displayed by Hideko, amusement coursing through her veins.
"You're so helpless, Hideko. How does it feel to be teased?"
Hideko's lips quivered as tears began to prick her eyes. She whipped around and smacked Fuyumi's hand away, her face on fire.
"I said stop it!"
Fuyumi took a step away and hummed, holding her hands up in defeat. "Alright, alright—"
Hideko took a step toward her and pushed her down, falling with her. The two of them crashed to the floor and sent boxes shifting away.
Fuyumi's eyes widened a bit as she laid their, her lips sealed by Hideko's. Hideko pulled away, panting.
She sat up, straddling the black haired girl's hips, and frowned, tears sliding down her face.
"Stop messing with my head like this...!"
She crawled off of Fuyumi and ran out of the closet, sniffling and wiping at her tears all the while. Fuyumi sat up with messy hair and watched her go in surprise.
She scratched her cheek and hummed. "Ah, did I go too far?"