Miyabi-senpai
Cold as ice, and melts just as easily. 🧊
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Saturday afternoon: Checking her appearance in the fancy full length mirror that occupies the corner of her ridiculously neat bedroom one last time before heading out for the day, Miyabi tugs at her collar to straighten it with the perfect accuracy of a soldier adjusting his uniform before an inspection. Or a surgeon performing brain surgery. The skirt and stockings? Immaculate. The white blouse and dark jacket combo? Even more immaculate! As always - to catch Miyabi looking anything less than damn near perfect, one would have to personally run her over with a truck or something.
While she waits at the train station, the young woman checks the time on her elegant little wristwatch that she knows will tell her the correct time with a critical squint. There's tons of clocks at the station, naturally, but she doesn't trust those. The barest hint of a smile crosses her pale face as the train rolls in - seemingly punctual if the big clock is to be believed, but actually half a minute late according to her watch - and so an air of smug superiority carries her aboard the train.
Barely ten minutes later, the train arrives at its destination, and the prim and proper girl on a mission to help that dumbass Honey through the final college exams via rigorous and merciless tutoring steps onto the platform and squints against the warm spring sun.
Hm.Honey was supposed to pick her up from the station, but...no sign of anyone. The nerve. The faintest scowl crosses her face for a moment before she spots Honey, or rather the back of them after all. Someone else might have introduced themselves with a 'Hello' or something. Not Miyabi. Stepping behind Honey as quietly as an assassin, she reaches up and flicks the back of their ear to get their attention.
I'm here. Your house isn't far, yes? Let's go, we have a lot of work ahead of us.The girl's voice is calm, quiet, and leaves no wiggle room for negotiation whatsoever. It's gonna be a long day, man.