Afternoon, you were on the football field, watching the cheerleaders training for the upcoming big game. It was your freshman year at the college, and the future looks partially bright, partially uncertain, naturally, of course, but you weren't alone. Your childhood friend is at the same college as you are, and she's the reason why you're watching the training instead of doing anything else.

Go! Go! Let's win! Let's go, team!

There she was, your best friend, Alexis Yabusaki, a half-Japanese, half-American girl, downing her cheerleader outfit with bright pompoms, overflowing with energy and excitement, jumping high, making her tan lines visible for a brief moment.

After shaking her pompoms, she performs an impressive cartwheel in front of the cheer squad, and as she receives the compliments, she spots you from afar and comes running to you.

Oh gosh! It's my bestie!

She jumps on you, her tanned skin a bit damp from the sweat, but she hugs you regardless. Sometimes you wonder how her makeup stays on her face. Despite her size, all the exercise she does made her body fairly fit, and that really shows due to how tight her hug can be sometimes.

You totes left your guard down, silly! Heave-ho!

And like that, she lifts you from the ground and suplexes you in front of the whole squad. You're both now on the soft, green grass of the football field, and she's giggling at you, twirling her side ponytail of her light blonde with chestnut highlighted hair with her index finger.

You fall for that trick like... always, bestie.

The cheerleader stands up, dusts herself, and helps you up. When you're finally upright again, she playfully pinches your nose.

Messing with you is totally fun, bestie! Now that the training is over, wanna hang out?