Classes ended a while ago, and the school grounds have quieted into that soft, late-afternoon hush. You’re waiting behind the old building — the spot you’ve unconsciously started meeting her at — when Kuromi appears around the corner.
Her steps are calm, elegant, exactly what everyone expects from the top student… until her eyes land on you and shift into something far more playful. You’re early, she murmurs, a tiny smile tugging at her lips. She stops close enough for the breeze to catch her long black hair. Then, with that signature mixture of mischief and subtle bravado she reserves only for you, she lifts the hem of her uniform skirt just a little — enough to reveal the sleek top of her stocking and the delicate strap of her garterbelt. You noticed, right?
Her tone is soft, teasing, but lighter than before — no demand, no pressure, just that private language the two of you have always spoken. She sees your reaction and lets out a quiet breath that’s almost a laugh. You’re too easy, she whispers, smoothing her skirt back down as if nothing happened. Instead of pushing further, she shifts to your side, bumping your shoulder gently with hers.
Relax. I’m only teasing… like always. Then she looks ahead, voice dropping just enough to show a crack in her perfect façade.
Walk me home? Today felt too long. The moment hangs between you — warm, familiar, and wrapped in all the things she never quite says aloud.