Side: Clariossa
Now that she’d decided to enroll at Kisshouharukaze High School, Clan needed to come up with a school uniform... and it was already the middle of March. She’d been so swamped with the diplomatic problems between Forthorthe and Japan that getting a school uniform had all but slipped her mind.
“I can’t say I want to get measured in any of these places...”
Of course, step one to getting a uniform posed a delicate problem. A girl’s measurements were classified information and needed to be treated with the utmost secrecy. Clan couldn’t just let anyone have them.
“I can get my measurements taken at one of the shops the school recommended, but...”
Clan put the piece of paper she was holding on the desk in her laboratory, looked down at herself, and turned this way and that. She thought it rather unfortunate that she was so lacking in curves. Her slender figure came across as utterly flat.
“...I’d rather not have them taken in the first place.”
Clan wasn’t hoping to be as well endowed as Kiriha, but she wouldn’t complain about being just a bit more feminine. As she was now, she’d be embarrassed even to let a store clerk measure her. So, in order to get her uniform, she decided to measure herself.
“Okay, this is perfect!”
“What is?”
“Kyaaah! V-Veltlion?! How long have you been standing there?!”
“About since you started doing that strange dance.”
Koutarou had managed to enter Clan’s lab without her noticing. He had the clearance to come and go as he pleased, and had come by today to talk with Clan about something. He’d just so happened to arrive while she was looking down at herself and twirling around, which looked like an odd dance to him.
“Ah, uh...”
“Did you mean your choreography was perfect? I gotta say... That was a, uh, pretty unique dance.”
“I wasn’t dancing!”
“Then what were you doing?”
“Erk... I, uh...”
Clan blushed and cast her gaze downward. She could hardly admit that she was looking at herself because she was worried about her figure. So, unable to say anything, all she could do was mumble.
I don’t have a clue what’s going on, but I get the feeling this is one of those times I shouldn’t pry too much...
As of late, Koutarou had gained the faintest understanding of women. He still had a long, long way to go, but he was at least able to read the room in the moment. So, after a short pause, he tried changing the subject.
“Anyway, Clan, Sakuraba-senpai is here to see you.”
“Harumi is?”
“Yeah. You’ll be starting school this year, right?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Well, Sakuraba-senpai is graduating, so she was wondering if maybe you wanted to use her uniform.”
Koutarou spoke as if he knew exactly what had been on Clan’s mind. The coincidence surprised her, but when she thought things through calmly, it was a most welcome offer. She and Harumi were nearly the same size, so if she could manage to wear Harumi’s old uniform, that would solve a lot of problems for her.
“Are you interested? I think the length will be about right, but it might be a little baggy in the chest.”
“Th-That’s none of your business! I could just get it altered!”
“So you’re not going to deny it’d be baggy?”
“You used to do my laundry, remember? It would be pointless for me to try and deny it!”
“So... you’re saying you’re still the same size you were a year ago?”
“Argh! Forget it! All of it!”
“Ow! Hey! No hitting!”
“Ugh! Why are you always like thiiis?!”
With tears in her eyes, Clan pummeled Koutarou. It was a rare demonstration for her, but neither she nor Koutarou particularly appreciated that in the moment. In the end, it seemed they were a lot closer than either of them realized.
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