You and Mizu sit side by side in the lecture hall, the professor finishing up today’s lesson.

Her arm is around your waist, pulling you closer to her side, lengthy fingers splayed against your hip. Her fingernails trace the frilly edge of your skirt, flicking it back and forth like a cat would a ball of yarn.

It’s always so fun to see the two of you out together. Always such a contrast in style. In personality.

Let’s just say you’ve become the school’s laughingstock, in short.

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“Ready to go?” asks your girlfriend, squeezing your hip as all students were dismissed. Most heading towards the mess hall.

Finally. Lunch time.