Bab 2: Akari Nakamura

{Akari}

Silence.

[Eh?] I stand there, test results still in my hand. [Was I kinda cringe or something?]

Not that I give a fuck either way, but like... this is not the reaction I was expecting? I mean, half these bitches look like they just saw a ghost, and the other half are staring at me like I just took a dump on their family legacy or something.

Before I can say anything else (like maybe point out my perfect fuckin' scores again), this tiny-ass professor (and I mean TINY, like she probably has to use magic just to reach the top shelf) basically yanks the mic outta my hand.

"Thank you, Miss Nakamura, for that... spirited introduction." Her smile's so fake it could be in a museum. "Now, as we were saying..."

I strut off that stage like I own it, platforms click-clacking against marble. Behind me, I can hear the whispers starting up:

"Did she really just-"

"Those heels-"

"Is that UNNATURAL BLONDE hair?"

"But her test scores-"

Well... Doesn't seem like everyone liked me. But, meh. They can whisper all they want. My test scores speak for themselves.

S-Class ain't just some fancy title. No, I'm pretty sure I'm the baddest bitch in this building.

I slide back into my seat, crossing one leg over the other. My skirt rides up just enough to show some thigh, and maybe a bit more too, and I swear I hear someone actually gasp.

The old guy, Chancellor whatever, takes the mic back. Soon, he's going on about "the proud tradition of Crescent Moon University" and how "this term marks the beginning of your magical journey" or whatever. I'm barely listening, too busy noticing how many eyes are still on me.

[Mission. Fucking. Accomplished,] I think, adjusting one of the cute clips in my hair.

Finally, after what feels like forever of this old dude talking, he says the magic words:

"You may now proceed to your first-period classes."

The room erupts into movement. I stand up, smoothing down my skirt (not too much though), and get ready to head out.

I pull out my phone, checking my schedule while walking down these fancy-ass halls. First period's Advanced Theoretical Magic, which honestly sounds boring as fuck, but whatever. Time to show these professors what real talent looks like.

My phone buzzes.

[Ruka💕]: BITCH

[Ruka💕]: this absolute SNACK just walked into the hall

[Ruka💕]: got me actin' UP fr fr

I grin, typing back:

[Me]: omg who??? 👀

[Me]: wait which hall u in??

[Ruka💕]: first floor, near the crystal garden

[Ruka💕]: and this snack?

[Ruka💕]: blonde

[Ruka💕]: stacked

[Ruka💕]: got the whole hall shook with that speech just now 😘

I look up, and there she is.

My best friend in the whole world, Haruka Suzuki, leaning against a crystal-covered wall like she owns it. And holy SHIT does she look good. Her cinnamon skin is basically glowing under those chandeliers, light brown hair up in these stylish waves with pink neon streaks running through them, and don't even get me started on how she's modified her uniform to show off those curves. She's showing more of her legs than I am, and that's saying something!

"RUKA!" I practically sprint over (in platforms, which is a skill in itself), throwing my arms around her. "Bitch, I missed you!"

Our titties press together as we wrap our arms around each other, our jewelry jingling. We basically melt into each other's bodies as students pass by, staring. Not that we care much. It's been way too long.

[God, I missed her,] I think as I take her scent in.

"Missed you too, baby!" She squeezes me tight, then pulls back to look me up and down. "That entrance though? Iconic. I thought that lady was gonna pass out when you showed up!"

I strike a pose, one hand on my hip.

"What can I say? It's kinda on them if they didn't bother looking up a pic of me AT ALL. Like, come on, ya know?"

"Yeah, I hear you." Haruka links her arm with mine as we start walking. "For real though, where've you been all summer? Every time I tried to hang out, you were working!"

"Yeah..." I sigh, remembering all those long-ass shifts. "Had to stack that paper somehow, you know? Between the convenience store and the maid cafe..."

"You worked at a maid cafe?!" Haruka's eyes go wide. "And you didn't invite me to visit?!"

I hip-check her, laughing.

"Girl, trust me, you wouldn't want to. The outfits were cute but I don't think I was ever in a good mood, working that much."

"Still!" She clings to my arm tighter as we navigate through these maze-like hallways. "Promise me we'll hang more now that school's started? I need my daily dose of Akari!"

"Promise," I say, meaning it.

These past few months of grinding were rough, but now? Now it's time for me to shine, and having my best friend by my side makes it even better.

We turn a corner, and I can see our classroom up ahead. Even from here, I can feel the other students' eyes on us. But with Haruka next to me? Let 'em stare.

Let 'em stare all they want.

Haruka and I slide into seats at the back of class, where all the good shit happens. Not that we get to enjoy it for long, because guess who walks in? That same tiny professor who snatched my mic earlier, looking like she's got something to prove.

"I am Professor Chen," she announces, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. "And your first lesson begins with learning proper decorum."

[Oh boy,] I deflate, basically melting into my seat. [Here we go.]

"To that end, you will be seated alphabetically." She pulls out a list with way too much satisfaction. "When I call your name-"

"Fuck," Haruka whispers. We both know what this means.

Separated on day one. What a tragedy.

I end up near the middle of the room, right next to:

[Oh. Hello there~]

My sadness briefly disappears.

There's an actual feynal next to me, a hot goth one at that.

Perfect eye liner, black lipstick, and these cute little ears that twitch when she notices me staring. She's modified the shit out of her uniform too, but in a completely different way from how Haruka and I did. I can respect it.

"Reina?" I say, trying my best flirty smile, having vaguely been listening to the prof. calling out the names. "I'm Akari. Love what you've done with the uniform, babe."

Those piercing blue eyes slide over to me, giving me the kind of look that could freeze hell.

Very hot. 10 out of 10.

"Don't call me babe."

[Ooh, kitty's got claws~]

"What should I call you then?" I lean closer. "Might need to know in advance for later."

"That's the best line you could come up with?"

[Ohhh, fuck. Her voice... It's ear porn.]

"Give me some alone time after class," I basically purr, letting my eyes drift deliberately down to the other girl's black-painted lips, "and I'll show you my A-game~"

Before the feynal can respond to that, Professor Chen cleared her throat.

"Now then, let's begin with the fundamental principles of theoretical manipulation..."

[Fuck!] I sink a little again. [Cock-blocked.]

---

{Reina}

Professor Chen drones on about mana manipulation, but I can barely focus. Every few seconds, I feel Nakamura's eyes on me. It's... distracting.

[Stop looking at me, you annoying bitch,] I think, trying to concentrate on taking notes. It doesn't help that she smells like vanilla and expensive perfume, or that her modified uniform shows off exactly how stacked she is every time she leans forward to write something down.

Professor Chen's chalk scratches against the board, drawing complex diagrams.

"The key to proper mana manipulation lies in understanding how mana flows through established patterns," Professor Chen explains, adding even more fucking lines to her drawing. "Like... water through pipes, if you will."

My phone buzzes quietly. It's Jun, my boyfriend.

[Jun💜]: Hope your first day is going well! Don't forget to take detailed notes.

I smile, just a little.

He's such a nerd sometimes. We barely saw each other this summer, since he was studying his ass off for entrance exams (that he failed anyway) and I was preparing for Crescent Moon. Now he's at some second-rate magic school across the city and I'm... here. Whatever that's worth.

[Me]: Thanks. Class is boring af though.

[Jun💜]: Stay focused! This is important material.

My tail twitches in annoyance.

Really? That's it?

No "I miss you" or "wish I was there"? Just another lecture about studying?

[God, when did he turn into such a dad?] I think, deliberately not responding.

Instead, I try to focus on Professor Chen's explanation of mana flow patterns, but Nakamura shifts in her seat again and I swear to fuck, her skirt rides up even higher.

Finally, class ends. I take my time packing up, waiting for everyone else to leave. The last thing I need is some stuck-up rich kid trying to network with the Miyamoto heiress.

Looks like Nakamura has the same idea about staying behind, but for completely different reasons. That friend of hers - the sporty one with the neon streaks - practically bounces over to our desk.

"Akariiii~" She drapes herself over Nakamura like they've been separated for years instead of just one class period. "I missed youuu!"

The fact that they both have chests about as big as my head means there's a lot of flesh clashing with flesh going on there, with their titties.

I roll my eyes.

[Fucking dramatic much?]

Then.

Then...

[...] I blink. [Holy shit.]

They're kissing.

I stop. Professor Chen stops (yeah, she's still in the classroom too).

Slurp, pop, smack.

The wet sounds of their makeout session echo through the silent room like fucking porn audio. There's tongue, there's teeth, there's Nakamura's hand sliding down to grab her friend's ass like she owns it. Their lips are locked together so tight I can't even see their tongues, but the way their heads are moving, I KNOW they're basically wrestling in there.

I nearly drop my phone.

[What the actual... ?]

I can't look away. The way Nakamura tilts her head to make this face-sucking even deeper, how her friend melts against her, how their lips lock so that I can't see their tongues but I know they're basically wrapped around each other.

It's... it's...

My tail wraps tighter around my waist, ears flat against my head.

This...

This is not what I expected to see in the first period.

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