Three's Bisexuality!: ShizNatRei [Shizuru Fujino x Natsuki Kuga x Reito Kanzaki]

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This is a story taking place shortly after the events of Mai-HiME Episode 26, but if Natsuki Kuga decided to remain friends with Shizuru. The other HiME have left Fuka to pursue their dreams, leaving Natsuki behind to repeat the year and Shizuru remaining by her side as promised.

Meanwhile, Reito Kanzaki wants to make things up to the HiME she offended by getting to know Natsuki Kuga better. But not if Shizuru has anything to do with that!

THIS IS V.I.P. Roleplay thread between the three of us only. The other HiME characters aren't around and we control the rest of Fuka Academy students and staff for every scene (should it be necessary). You can create your own V.I.P. roleplay thread of your own if you desire, choosing any theme you want (NatNao romance, Shiho Huit as an alien tentacle monster, Natsuki as Buffy the Vampire Slayer, etc.) but this one is strictly for us.

Though it stars the three of us, the story's main focus will be Natsuki Kuga, the object of Shizuru and Reito's desires. Narsilia will play a conflicted Kuga during this story, so it's only right we begin with her introduction. Narsi-chan, start off with a basic normal day in Natsuki Kuga's life. It's the beginning of your repeat year, so work with that and me and Deppy will play things by ear. :)

Annnnnnnnd ACTION!

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(thanks for making this thread :) I wonder how it's going to turn out! It will be a pleasure to play with you too )

The night has been way too short for Natsuki as she shifted in bed, pulling the cushion over her head with ostentation. STUPID alarm, why did it have to ring already?

At first, the dark-haired girl tried to ignore the noise, hiding herself under the blanket and curling up like a hedgehog. Not NOW. Just... 5 more minutes. PLEASE!

But alarm-clocks didn't feel guilty over ripping someone out of his dreams, nor did they have a conscience at all. It kept on beeping, the sound getting louder and stomping like a jack-hammer into Natsuki's brain.

Eventually, she couldn't remember when, the girl gave up on it, slamming her fist on the button, her action followed by a deeply annoyed groan. After a few seconds of following silence, she debated to stay in bed a little longer, rolling over to examine hieroglyphics made of red LED's.

Oi. Actually, she would even make it to school in time! So... what about a few minutes of napping? Would that be so bad?

Of course. Natsuki remembered Shizuru's words. What did she say? Right. If Natsuki wouldn'T be there in time, the blonde would come over personally and drag her out into the hallway, no matter if she was dressed or not. Feeling the heat rushing into her face, the girl was fully awake. Or wait... no. Not really.

The first step out into the cold of her dorm room told her different things. She yawned loudly, scruffling her hair in a state of annoyance and somnolence. Eeeh... what first?

Right. Bathroom. A Shower would wake her up, right? Shuffling to the bahtroom's door, she blindly tapped the light switch, covering her eyes as neonlight blinded her. God DAMNIT! She already started to HATE that day with passion. Getting rid of her tank top and underwear she used to sleep in, her hands took over the funktion of her eyes. the tiles felt icy under her fingertips and for now, she was already fed up. Sliding door... yeah. Way to go. She jumped into the cabin and turned on the water.

COLD! A yelp of terror and agony echoed in the room until Natsuki got used to crushing sensations on her skin. But NOW she was awake and by her senses, at least. While she rinsed her hair and smooth skin, Natsuki's thoughts moved over to the next step.

Breakfast? Hm.. no. She would grab some coffee at school. Key for her bike? On the counter. So far, everything was pulled together. But there was still one thing bothering Natsuki. How would this year go on? What about Shizuru? And... how would she even survive all the time without her dearest friends? All of them were gone.

She would have never admitted, but god, she missed Mai, Mikoto and all the others. How were they actually doing? Surely felt lonesome without them... BOLLOCKS! Natsuki had been a loner ever since, so why would THIS go straight to her heart and cutting her chest like a knife?

Shortly she furrowed her smoothly carved eyebrows. Now, really? People didn't change that fast, right?

Well... some did, and some didn't. What about... herself?

//Oi, stop thinking around! You're gonna get late!//

Fujino Shizuru was humming as she walked the familiar way towards a certain dark-blue haired student’s dorm room.

Yes, humming. The Kaichou was quite in a good mood and what makes this scene rare was that the usually calm girl never showed her happiness this freely. And yet, here she was, walking without a care in the world and humming softly to herself.

People might wonder what was the reason of her happiness…and she won’t ever give them the straight answer. Shizuru was happy today, because of the fact that she and her dear Natsuki, will spend another year together….right here, in their beloved Fuuka Academy.

Well, beloved might not be the right word…but yes, something along that.

The fair haired girl stopped in front a familiar room and felt a smile tugging on the corner of her lips as her ears caught the familiar sounds of her – best friend? More than that? – moving around the room.

‘Natsuki must be getting ready by now.’ Creature of habit the biker was, she always go through her morning routine so religiously that Shizuru had them memorized by heart. Letting her smile bloom freely, she raised a hand and knocked against the dark wood.

Knock knock.

Two clear knocks, just like always.

She too has this habit, see?

Of coming to Natsuki’s dorm room almost half an hour earlier than what it’s supposed to, and knocking loudly and firmly with two knocks.

The Kaichou only smiled to herself as she waited for the usual grumblings that would follow the knocks – Natsuki knows the knocks well – before the biker relented and begrudgingly opened the door for her, looking splendid with the half-dried hair and her half-asleep state.

((If there's anything wrong or OOC please tell me, this is my first time playing Shizuru D8))

nono, it's fine :) don't worry. Didn't rp for years, so I have to get into it again as well ^^ derp, keyboard-terror... >> *hits it with a baseballbat* )

Just as Natsuki was halfway done with the shower, she could hear it.

-knock knock-

She groaned lowly, but then again... Natsuki knew about her friend's habits just far too well. So, she turned off the shower, wrapping a towel around her bare, slender body and fixed it properly. For now, she didn't care about her wet raven-black hair. She just flipped it over her shoulder, stepped out of the cabin where chilly air irritated her skin.

"COMING!"

For now, the girl surely had not the spirit to just RUN right to the door. Dragging herself would have been the better description. Natsuki unlocked the door, turning the knob to open it only a crack.

Well, she just wanted to make sure that it was really Shizuru and not someone else. Hah, what a joke. Who else, if not her?

"... Morning, Shizuru...", she mumbled, finally opening the door to let her friend in.

"I'm sorry, but I have no more tea left. Hope, you already had breakfast..."

Yawning loudly as usual, the girl lifted her arms and stretched her body, turning her back on Shizuru.

“COMING!”

When Shizuru heard the loud clear voice, her inner Kiyohime just had to act up.

“Ara.” She chided herself when it crossed her mind that that particular word has two meanings. The Kaichou thanked the Gods for blessing her with a perfect poker face, so that Natsuki won’t find out what has gone through her mind before the biker let her in.

Her smile widened at the familiar sight of half-wet hair and half-asleep state of her friend.

“Good morning, Natsuki,” she made her way in and made sure to close the door behind her. Natsuki, being half asleep, might forget to close the door like that one time—but Shizuru always made sure to look after it.

“Ara—I don’t always have to have tea in the morning, you know,” Shizuru replied to her friend's words as she sat down on the worn yet plush and comfortable couch inside the room. Unconsciously, her hands went to smooth out the wrinkles on the light brown Student Council President uniform she had also worn in previous year.

“How about Natsuki? Have you had breakfast?”

Crimson eyes scanned around the slightly messy bedroom, clearly looking for something out of place more out of habit than anything else. Shizuru knew she would find something interesting in Natsuki’s room if she took her time looking for it.

And she almost said ‘bull’s eye’ when she saw a peek of a flashy, lacy, red…lingerie set, hidden under what seemed to be three days worth of laundry, piled just outside the bathroom door.

Ara.

Interesting.

She chuckled behind a raised hand in amusement.

Her day just got better already.

The smile on Shizuru's face in the morning was something she could never get used too. But... such a sight surely cheered her up to a certain degree.

A little smile flit over her features before she folded her arms. She turned her head to examine her friend closer.

"Well... ran out of everything it seems... as usual..."

Natsuki walked over to the closet, grabbing her uniform and underwear without noticing Shizuru's gaze fixing the pile of clothes on the floor.

"... No. Didn't have breakfast yet. Will grab something at the cafeteria later!"

The dark-haired girl turned around, immediately feeling crimson eyes moving on her. Sure, Shizuru has always been a very attentive conversationalist, but... yeah, Natsuki couldn't help it. For a single moment, chills ran down her spine. Whenever she dared thinking about the festival, she saw that pair of eyes, so unknown to her. Filled with despair, lust to kill and... love.

Shortly her own gaze drifted to the side before she starting to pick up eye contact again. There was none of it in them. Not anymore. All Natsuki could see was that caring, gentle expression. But if she would actually dare to drown deeper into that deep red pool, what would she find?

The slender girl became a bit anxious.

"Ehhh... Gonna get dressed. Remote is on the table in case you want to watch something in the meanwhile!"

Her steps were quick as she found her way back into the bathroom. Closing the door behind, Natsuki dropped the towel to dress herself and dry her hair. Still enough time for the details, right?

Shizuru lets out an amused chuckle when Natsuki ran inside the bathroom and almost slammed the door behind her hastily.

Honestly, that girl knows that Shizuru had seen her almost naked more times that she could remember…and yet the biker’s still so deathly shy about showing more skin in front of her.

The Kaichou stood up and strode towards the bathroom door.

She cleared her throat.

“Natsuki doesn’t have to run away, you know.” She said in a slightly lilting voice “I like Natsuki better with…and without clothes on.”

The brunette needed her morning tease.

Her sock-clad foot kicked the pile of laundry away to find the red lacy treasure beneath. Giggling softly, Shizuru picked the lingerie up and studied it with what Natsuki said—her pervy eyes.

‘Ahh….this is a new model.’ And a very well done piece too…must have cost quite a sum.

She’s not really surprised of the presence of this new set of lingerie though. Natsuki, who has this fetish with said item, would be expected of buying new sets…especially during the break. New school year usually means new sets for her collection. The Kaichou’s eyes began to look around for more companions to this red one.

She has to remember asking Natsuki to give her a private show later.

“Natsuki doesn’t have to run away, you know. I like Natsuki better with…and without clothes on.”

The black-haired rolled her eyes over that statement. Thanks god, Shizuru couldn't see that weird grin on her face.

"Yeah, THAT much I can imagine, Shizuru!", she barked back, her reply followed by laughter.

Thoughts teased and haunted Natsuki as she watched her mirror reflection. Grabbing the brush on the counter, the girl tried to hurry up a little more. Geez, long hair was pretty, but not really practical at all. On the other hand, she just couldn'T see herself with a short cut - so, she had to deal with it. She turned the hair dryer on, enjoying the warmth coming from there. It distracted her a little from unpleasant thoughts like... well; the festival. Shizuru's killing glance. For a single moment, she shuddered.

Of course she had forgiven her friend but - she couldn't forget. How many times did she dream of that kiss? Of Kiyohime? Her eyes that were able to pin her down?

... Screw that. Life went on. It had to go on! And Natsuki knew that a thing like the festival wasn't going to happen again!

While she had been busy making herself ready to go, the dark-haired girl had no single clue what Shizuru was up to right now. But she would find out... sooner or later.

Done with dressing herself and doing her hair, Natsuki opened the door and stepped outside. The game called "Where did I put my shoes??" started again, but as soon as her visual acuity (?) scanned the environment of the dorm room, the girl froze in her movement.

Her eyes widened and her face showed a dark shade of pink as she caught her friend right in the act.

"Shi... Shizuru!! WHAT do you think you're doing??"

The Kaichou actually blinked when Natsuki laughed at her tease. It took a while to get used to this side of Natsuki. The old Natsuki would only grumble and blushed at her teases…and yet this one…

She found a smile forming its way on her lips.

Well—this side of Natsuki…its new and she’s not yet used to this. But Shizuru knows that in a week or so, she’ll be able to tear down this Natsuki’s walls once more and tease her until she’s all blushy and stuttery like always.

The relationship between them had healed following the end of the carnival, and Shizuru, though confident as always, was still in the stage where she has to measure the proximity of closeness to which Natsuki was comfortable with.

She didn’t want the past to repeat itself. This time—she’ll do things the right way.

And right at that moment, the bathroom door creaked open and what sounded like a choked gasp filled the air.

"Shi... Shizuru!! WHAT do you think you're doing??"

‘Ara.’

The Kaichou only tilted her head, red lacy lingerie still in her hands, in the middle of being scrutinized.

“….Nothing?” she said with an innocent smile that both of them knew was far from innocent at all.

Ahhh—the familiar blush. Shizuru almost sighed blissfully at the sight of it. She missed that blush on Natsuki. The biker looks cuter that way in her opinion.

There was it again, that typical scenery: Shizuru teasing her, and Natsuki being the teased. Huffing in annoyance, the girl stomped fowards, eyebrows furrowed as she grabbed that piece of red lingerie.

"Oi! That DOESN'T look like 'Nothing' to me! When I said remote, I DID NOT mean the laundry..."

Natsuki huffed, inhaled deeply. Well, didn't she provoke that happening on her own? Next time, she really should put her clothes into the basket in the bathroom where it was supposed to go - not on the floor of her room.

The girl ruffled her hair with one hand, the other one tossed the "corpus delicti" right on the bed, which was... as messy as the rest of the ambient.

"and... Shizuru? Don't give me that smile! We both know that it's everything else than authentic."

Turning her back on the blonde again, Natsuki occupied herself with gathering things together. Book bag, shoes... right? Where did she put the shoes? Natsuki sighed, getting on her fours to check their usual destination under the bed. Gotcha!

Reaching out for her sneakers, the girl was satisfied for now as she pulled them into her reach. She slipped into them quickly, watching Shizuru out of the corner of her eyes. You never knew what this woman was up to.

Slowly she realized the meaning of "Repeating this year". Every day would be like that. No more fighting. Instead... getting up early, no more skipping classes and studying. A sigh escaped her lips.

"... Oh boy..."

Yeah. This term seemed to be right.

“Araa~ but this is the remote—“ with a maddening grin, Shizuru pressed on the bra, like someone would press on a remote “see? It’s the remote!”

She giggled, looking at the biker’s red tinted face. That was a sight she'd never get bored off. Natsuki, who acted all rough and tough, actually looked very womanly and beautiful when blushing. Its when her womanly side shows through— other than during the times when she was having her lingerie fetish fit of course.

Her eyes followed the red lacy lingerie that was taken and tossed onto the bed, joining the messiness that was already there—a mess of blanket and pillows.

"and... Shizuru? Don't give me that smile! We both know that it's everything else than authentic."

The Kaichou’s smile just got bigger at that sentence if possible. That was an open invitation for a teasing.

“So, does Natsuki think my smile isn’t pretty?”

Pretty and authentic does not mean the same, but in the tease-Natsuki-world, anything goes. And here comes the sad pouty face that twitched when Natsuki bend down and show her the sexy behind.

Ara.

Christmas came early it seems.

Crimson eyes glinted when she took in the view of Natsuki bending down and reaching for her shoes. The smile was still there when the biker put the sneakers on albeit hastily. There used to be the time when she had to stop herself from ogling her friend freely. But now—when everything’s out in the open and all was done, she could freely indulge this.

And yet, Shizuru still has to maintain some self control…to stop the past from repeating itself.

“What’s wrong?” she heard the sigh and walked closer.

Since Natsuki watched her friend from the corner of her eyes, she could literally feel the stinging gaze all lingering on her like a predator watching its prey from afar.

Wait... shortly she looked up, just to catch the blonde's phrase.


“So, does Natsuki think my smile isn’t pretty?”

She couldn't even believe that her skin was able to turn another shade darker.

"eeehm... I... think so...? Stop fooling around!" (>.<)

"Oi, why are you staring at me??"

Fixing the shoe laces, shuffling with her feet on the ground with growing anxiety over the looks she received. Suddenly the woman was dangerously close to her, for a moment she froze.

“What’s wrong?”

Natsuki's eyes widened a little at the harmless question, pulling herself together was a harder job now than it used to be a year ago.

"... nothing. It's... nothing...", she mumbled while she grabbed the book bag.

"Let's go!"

Seeing the blush—redder than before—was enough for Shizuru to turn down her teases for this morning. She noticed that she took Natsuki by surprise with her question, clearly that sigh was not meant to be heard, but then again Shizuru has years of practice of knowing the change to Natsuki’s mood.

She stepped back at the sight of her friend freezing.

Too close?

Better be safe than sorry.

Her poker face didn’t show anything that was in her mind though, thank God for that, and she only nodded at the biker’s words.

“Yes, let’s. Natsuki has to eat breakfast too, no?”

She followed the latter out of the dorm room and watched her lock the door. The corridor was empty right at this moment…people would be on their way to school or already at school it seems. Natsuki has this thing of being late.

Their footsteps rang against the walls as they walked towards the elevator. Even though Shizuru appeared nonchalant, she was actually thinking of what should she talk about during the elevator ride.

Apparently—where was the awkward elevator music when you need one?

“Natsuki,” she began as they stepped inside the elevator and watched the door closed in front of them “are you nervous?”

Both because of repeating a year and the first day of school, she meant.

Locking the door behind her, Natsuki lowered her head, waiting for Shizuru to follow behind her.

"Hm... could skip breakfast as well...", she replied shortly, "it's not like the school lasts all day long..."

Moving her gaze to the floor, the girl shuffled through the corridor with Shizuru next to her. The silence between them wasn't something unusual, but this time it had been a little awkward. Thanks god they reached the elevator and when the blonde stepped in, she followed slowly.

The girl inhaled deeply, resting her back against the armrest.

“Natsuki,”

"Mh?"

Facing Shizuru, Natsuki twisted a strand of her hair as a try to distract herself.

"Nervous?? Me?"

Another deep sigh.

"Uhm... maybe I am... sorry for bothering you with it... it's just..."

Chewing her bottom lip, the black-haired closed her eyes for a moment.

"... forget it. Should be fine."

The action of Natsuki chewing her bottom lip was cute.

Very cute.

Like a little girl who’s nervous on her first day.

Ah—there it was.

“It’s just?” she coaxed lightly, in her onee-sama voice, as she tried to get Natsuki to tell her what’s on her mind. It actually worked when the biker was in middle school, but not so much lately—thanks to the carnival of course.

“No no, tell me, I want to know what’s bothering Natsuki.”

She gave a warm smile, without any intention of teasing, just pure concern and a little curiosity.
The elevator ding’ed and the two of them stepped out, walking towards the lobby. That’s when the Kaichou remembered of one little fact.

“Ah—are you taking your motorbike?”

Natsuki’s danger -mobile.

The one that was almost destroyed during that day. Shizuru had not seen it around during the holidays, so presumably it was being repaired....or that it was destroyed beyond salvation.

She hoped it was not the latter. She knows how attached Natsuki was to her motorbike. More than she was attached to Shizuru, even.

"It's just... hm... all the new faces... "

The look she gave to Shizuru now, showed a lot of insecurity. Leaning her head into the back of her neck, she still played with her hair.

"Hm... Bike? Yeah... most likely. But you don't have a helmet yet!"

She paused for a moment.

"I'll give you mine instead!"

“Afraid of the new faces?”

First days are always intimidating, even the ever calm Kaichou understands that.

Jerking a little at the sudden exclamation, Shizuru shook her head.

“No—Natsuki should wear it instead,” since the driver should wear the helmet rather than the passenger right? “I’ll be okay without it.”

She didn’t really care what’s going to happen to her as long as Natsuki was safe. It’s always been like that for the brunette. The biker’s safety comes first before her own.

Love makes you crazy it seems.

And for Shizuru, being stuck in a helmet that’s thick with Natsuki’s scent would make her delirious. That was no lie, no. She would rather walk or even take the bus rather than have to endure the entire day smelling Natsuki close as though she was under her nose.

"... yes. I hate to admit it, but it rather feels like in my first year on this school..."

She looked at Shizuru again and shook her head furiously.

"NO! You are going to wear it. I can drive! But what if you fall off?"

The bleep of the elevator's door released her from the awkwardness and this way, Natsuki picked up the pace and moved outside, fumbling in the pocket of her vest to find the key.

(nother shortie. DAMN)

The topic of first years was quickly forgotten as Shizuru blinked at how adamant Natsuki was about wearing the helmet. Didn't she had survived the few times the they ride together without the helmet? So why now?

"Natsuki," there was the barest hint of exasperation in her voice "I won't fall off. So please, wear the helmet?"

She had braved things worse than falling from a bike.

And Natsuki's safety came first.

The two of them walked towards where the bike was parked and the Kaichou was rather happy to see that the danger mobile was fixed-- it seemed to have a new...tint to it? a different color, but still better than the last time she had laid her eyes on it.

It almost made her smile in nostalgia, of riding the bike together into the sunset, feeling the wind blows against her skin and through her hair.

The feeling of freedom...and contentment.

"No. End of Discussion!"

Grabbing the key, she opened the little trunk of her bike and pulled out her helmet, reaching it wordlessly to Shizuru.

Natsuki took a hair tie, fixing her raven-black mane so it wouldn't hinder her friend during the ride. Swinging onto the bike, she looked over her shoulder and waited for her companion to get on.

This time, there was nothing romantic to it, at least in her opinion. This time it was just taking a ride to school. Nothing fascinating about it.

The slender girl started the engine and accelerated. She loved to speed up quickly.

"Hold on tight!"

(timeskipping or such)

Shizuru only sighed. Today was way too early to hold an argument with Natsuki. If she keeps this up, they would both be late...not that she has any problem with that, but today was Natsuki's first day of school.

She has to give a good impression no?

She puts on the helmet and at once Natsuki's scent hit her like a ton of bricks. She could feel herself swaying and had to sit behind the biker and wrapped her arms quickly around the latter's waist to keep herself stable.

Ara. This would be hard.

A deep breath was taken.

Bad decision. The scent was everywhere!

"I-- I'm ready."

The ever calm Kaichou's voice shook a bit. Not from the bike ride....but from the intensity of Natsuki's scent.

The biker might characterized herself as a dog sometimes, but right now...Shizuru has that dog's sense of smell.

And it's overwhelming.

Arguing about things was something that used to keep Natsuki alive. And this time, the argue was highly welcome. It distracted the dark haired girl from thinking about school. School... a word with a harsh meaning. Would she actually feel the same way like in her first year at the academy?

She blinked shortly, glancing back at Shizuru who put on the helmet. A barely visible smile flit over her lips. This time, she had at least someone to rely on. Right? Natsuki had grown mentally. She would make it. Bein anxious was normal when something new occured, but... as long as there had been ONE person she knew...

Natsuki stopped her train of thoughts, as she could hear the muffled sound from behind.

"Ready, you say? Well then!"

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The ride was too short, in the girl's opinion at least. How would she have loved to just turn and rush over the highway, up to her favorite places to recharge her energy she needed to start a day in proper fashion. But sadly, duties like being on time kept her from the daily joy.

Natsuki felt the pressure around her waist losening up as she stopped her Ducati, grinning about that fact. During the ride, her friend clung so hard on her waist that the black-haired girl had troubes to breathe. Now... was it because she drove in a higher speed than usual? Or... No. Skip the second, that couldn't be. Things were clear, weren't they?

"Well, here we are! Enjoyed the ride?"

Her expression resembled a statue made of marble, same went to her skin. She seemed pale. There was only that little smile when she took the helmet from Shizuru.

"Oi... Shizuru? We could go and buy a helmet for you after school. What do you think?"

It only was something Natsuki wanted to get off her chest. Also... wasn't it the biggest proof of trust she could actually give to her friend?

"... if you're doing well, we should get you a suit too..."

Pause. Inner imagination. Then a snort. A checking gaze at the school's clock. They still had some time, it was... unbelievable. Natsuki never had been THAT early to school. Well... time to grab a coffee and looking for her class. At least, that huge bile in her throat became a little bit smaller by now.

Riding the bike with Natsuki was always something that Shizuru cherished. The biker thrives the speed and the feel of the wind against her skin—and Shizuru would come to appreciate that and was touched to know that the usually antisocial girl shared her world with her, no matter how dangerous it was.

Right now, soaked in the scent of Natsuki from the helmet, and holding to the girl’s waist as the bike cruised expertly on the street, the Kaichou was in all kinds of heaven. Heaven because right at this moment—all she could feel was bliss, happiness and satisfaction for this life…and yet, it was something of torture too if she had to be honest with herself. Natsuki’s scent makes her delirious, and she’s starting to feel the effect. Her arms tightened unconsciously around the lithe waist and only loosen when the vehicle stopped smoothly in its usual spot.

"Well, here we are! Enjoyed the ride?"

She had to hold in the urge to cringe at the words, but the ever calm Kaichou only gave a little smile that’s…actually more like a grimace in her standard. The blue haired girl took that as a yes and continued on asking if they should get a helmet for Shizuru after school.

Helmet.

For Shizuru.

Her very own.

Multiple thoughts ran at once in the brunette’s head.

That question implied so many things. Things like permanency on the one other spot on the bike…that was usually reserved for her. And that pulled a string of warmth into the Kaichou’s heart. She was touched, thoroughly so.

Shizuru opened her mouth to reply, only to be cut again by the lone wolf.

"... if you're doing well, we should get you a suit too..."

Crimson eyes blinked in surprise.

Ara.

Body suit?

The snort coming from her companion worked like a trigger that snapped Shizuru off her thoughts, and turned her teasing mode back on.

“Ara, does Natsuki want to see me in a suit?” a finger was hold up against her chin as the Kaichou strike a thinking pose “hmmm—maybe I should get one like Natsuki’s….leather perhaps? One that would stick rather tightly and cling to my body, hmm?” she made sure to give the girl a thorough elevator stare and a small smirk

Yes, Natsuki’s biker suit was every man’s –and woman’s– fantasy comes true. And though the brunette appreciates the view more often than not, she found herself being exasperated on a couple of instances where the suit would attract unwanted attentions from disgusting perverts.

No, she was not a pervert.

….though Natsuki would disagree with that.

‘Ahem.’

“Shall we go to the cafeteria? There are still time to spare for Natsuki to grab a bite.” She’ll make sure that her companion gets something healthy to eat.

And no, mayonnaise had been banned from breakfast food list. And from the look she was giving Natsuki right now, the biker would know what it means at once.

"Ahem...."

Natsuki cleared her throat while she fixed Shizuru, getting rolled over by her tease again. Rolling her eyes and tipping her head to the side, she groaned.

"A suit is supposed for safety, not to look attractive!"

Well, SHE said that. Did the dark-haired girl really have no clue at HOW students looked at her when she entered the campus in her getup? No, she really did not. Especially now, she seemed to play a bit dumb. Didn't Natsuki notice that expression in Shizuru's eyes yet? Well, her friend might had a good poker-face, but... eyes never lied. Maybe her dark haired friend didn't want to see it.

"... you know, Goretex works as well. And you wouldn't sweat too much in there. Leather can be terrible in summer heat."

Playing the expert, hu? Natsuki stuffed the helmet back into the little trunk and locked it. She put the key back into her pocket and stretched her lithe forms, arching her neck.

‘Ahem.’

The girl turned her head in surprised fashion, a little unaware of Shizuru clearing her throat.

"Oh! Right! Let's go then!"

that was the spirit! Coffee and maybe a snack, before both headed to class.

"A suit is supposed for safety, not to look attractive!"

‘That just screams for more teasing, Natsuki-dear.’ Shizuru thought as a smirk graced her calm face.

“but Natsuki look very attractive in a body suit—“ she said with a slight pout that would make any fangirl swoon. The Kaichou was beginning to wonder why she didn’t get the blush that she’s been waiting for “—so if I wear one, I would look like Natsuki, right?”

The brunette only nodded at the technicalities that her companion was mumbling about. Honest to goodness, Shizuru didn’t know a thing about body suits except for the fact that—Natsuki looks hot in leather.

Imagery, please.

She could feel her smile widening by a fraction.

That image stayed in her mind as they walked towards the cafeteria to get Natsuki’s breakfast. Since it was rather early in the day, there’s not that many people in the usually crowded place—but as always, there were some of Shizuru’s groupies there.

The Kaichou gave them a smile + wave combo as she and Natsuki look for a place to sit down. The biker didn’t want to sit close to the rabid fangirls—10 meters would be the limit, she always said. It didn’t escape her sharp eyes and ears that the gossiping girls were talking about why the rebellious biker was in the cafeteria with the Kaichou at this time in the morning.

Ah. Nosy people.

Let’s just hope Natsuki would pay them no mind.

"What does Natsuki want? Shall I get them for you?" she's planning to-- yes,-- get a cup of tea anyways, so might as well get the girl's order for her.

Just for a trivia, the cafeteria has a very nice milk tea that Shizuru can only indulge in several times a week. Thanks to her work at the Student council, she didn't get to visit this place frequently and had to suffice with the natural toxic-free green tea that the Council provides.

Not that she minded, no.

Why was she thinking about tea again?