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harmonize_rpg2013-09-18 05:06 pm
hoshikage_himeko) wrote in harmonize_rpg2013-09-18 05:06 pm
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Who: Ryuta and Himeko
Where: Classroom of Class 2-ha
When: Thursday, April 20th, after classes
What: Uniform modifications. (Ryuta in lecture mode!)
Himeko let out a sigh, while slowly sliding the door to her homeroom class open. She made sure that no one else was inside, before making her way to her seat and quietly sitting down.
“You must be kidding me…”, she mumbled, while looking at her cellphone and flipping through the text her sister sent her a few minutes ago.
She shook her head angrily and finally decided to put her cellphone away. The reply to what that monster had written could wait.
“In about a month…huh?”, she said to herself again. It was way too soon. Technically, she had no time to prepare herself for that. Not that it would make any difference if she was prepared or not. A bunch of events and two concerts, even…. There was no way that this was a mere coincidence. Knowing her sister, she had planned it just to mock her.
Today started off as a very promising and good day for her. Classroom cleaning was canceled and that meant she had some more time to rest until dance practice began. Additional to that, she had been able to successfully sleep during the first few periods this morning. That was a good thing, considering how tired she was recently.
But with the arrival of that damn text, everything seemed to change for the worse.
Letting out another sigh, she placed her head on her desk and faced one of the windows in the room, daydreaming a little.
The silence in the empty classroom was just what she needed to calm down.
Where: Classroom of Class 2-ha
When: Thursday, April 20th, after classes
What: Uniform modifications. (Ryuta in lecture mode!)
Himeko let out a sigh, while slowly sliding the door to her homeroom class open. She made sure that no one else was inside, before making her way to her seat and quietly sitting down.
“You must be kidding me…”, she mumbled, while looking at her cellphone and flipping through the text her sister sent her a few minutes ago.
She shook her head angrily and finally decided to put her cellphone away. The reply to what that monster had written could wait.
“In about a month…huh?”, she said to herself again. It was way too soon. Technically, she had no time to prepare herself for that. Not that it would make any difference if she was prepared or not. A bunch of events and two concerts, even…. There was no way that this was a mere coincidence. Knowing her sister, she had planned it just to mock her.
Today started off as a very promising and good day for her. Classroom cleaning was canceled and that meant she had some more time to rest until dance practice began. Additional to that, she had been able to successfully sleep during the first few periods this morning. That was a good thing, considering how tired she was recently.
But with the arrival of that damn text, everything seemed to change for the worse.
Letting out another sigh, she placed her head on her desk and faced one of the windows in the room, daydreaming a little.
The silence in the empty classroom was just what she needed to calm down.
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The book that landed on the desk beside Himeko shattered the silence, breaking her dream-like trance. "Ahem. Now that I have your attention..."
Ryuta casually walked closer to her desk, and looked at the aspiring idol. He carefully examined her up and down as he readjusted his glasses. "We have a problem here, I'm afraid."
After a moments pause, he showcases the book that he slammed on the desk just a moment ago. His voice then rings out in authority, speaking to Himeko as an officer would a criminal. "Your clothes. They violate the rules. You need to change them." Although a simple matter, he made it out like she just committed the worst crime in history.
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