Bloomers and Pants?

[tazzy1]

11:28AM, Tuesday, 13th May

Interval had finished about 3 minutes ago, and Tiger was on his way to collect his PE Classes. He would stop by 2-D first and then 2-C. For reasons unknown to him, he had been placed on teaching the girls for PE. In other countries, it would be just the one class, boys and girls, which would do the PE lesson together. Here in Japan, the PE lesson would be divided into girls and boys, and would use two classes. Well, it worked out well enough. Ascending the stairs to the classrooms for the second year students, Tiger stood outside the classroom. They had five minutes to actually get changed and head out to the field, but somehow the girls would always be late to his lesson. Even though they had all of lunch to get ready. So this time he would personally collect his students. Just hopefully he doesn't walk into the class while they're changing. Surely they should be changed, seeing as they have had over 20 minutes to change their shirt and but on bloomers.

Standing outside the 2-D classroom, Tiger listened in. He couldn't see inside because of the fog-tinted-like windows, but he could hear them chatting. As a note, Tiger was wearing his usual black vest, red long sleeve shirt rolled up, black tie, black pants and black indoor shoes (Which would be black semi-formal footwear once he got outside). His unique black and red hat still adorned his head, and the red contacts he always wore were giving him a uniform look, matching his clothing. With tanned skin and the clothing he had, as well as some of the muscle that could be seen on him, he was looking not like a teacher but more like a casual businessman perhaps. Either way, here he was outside the classroom where the girls would be changing in. To enter, or not to enter. That is the question. Of course, if he entered, he would be a hero of men, and enemy of women. He would have to take his chances, changing or not.

Taking a deep breath and checking no males were in the vicinity, Tiger slid open the entrance with a quick sideways tug and poked his head in so everyone knew it was him. "Get a move on, girls! If you're late this time, you'll be running an extra three laps for warmup. Five if I don't see you running there." With that, he exited the room and closed the door behind him. He made sure to look at the faces of every girl in the classroom to get their attention. Some of them looked ready to scream, some of them were understanding. Just about to walk off, he poked his head in again. "Oh, and if you're late again, I'll stop by before every PE lesson to make sure you're on time." This time he actually left, and now moved on to the next class he had to drag down. Now at class 2-C, he poked his head in like before, repeated the same line as well as the one about coming by again if they were late, and then stood at the end of the hallway to see if they ran to the courts.

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OOC: Heh... One way to start of PE Lesson, isn't it?

[Fuukami I. Iryna]

What the hell just happened?

We've already known that the one in charge of us during PE is a strange person. But... did he really have to put his head in like that? Jesus Christ. Couldn't he just knock on the window or something? The glass panels are still there, right?

Sure, we are in modern times. Sure, girls these days can be rather daring. At least that's what I heard from various adults of this country, anyway. But that doesn't mean we have no modesty. We still need privacy when doing certain things, like this. From his words and attitude, I think he's better off supervising the boys, or coaching the baseball team.

So, the ear-piercing amalgam of high-pitched sound waves resulting from his sudden appearance is totally expected. I let out a startled gasp, too, but at least I don't look as exposed as many other classmates of mine. Once he left, the girls start gossiping again, this time with that teacher as the main topic. The contents, well, are also totally expected.

With my bloomers already on, I quickly take off my uniform blouse and put on the white T-shirt. Then I notice the trickster classmate of mine, Sakamoto. I tap on her shoulder: "Come on, or he's going to punish us for real. You don't want that, right?"

[Sakamoto Mitsuko]

PE. About the only class that Mitsuko still showed some enthusiasm for during the day. Ever since she stopped obsessing over classes, she had found sitting in a chair for the entire day to be a rather boring experience. Since she wasn’t up for the “sit in the library all day” option a girl named Kotomi Ichinose had gotten, however, this left PE as the only part of the day for her to get out and about and do something. About the only problem was…

Her thought was interrupted by, well, the problem. Their gym teacher was eccentric, and here he was just waltzing in to the changing room threatening them with laps if they were late. Mitsuko had a feeling he could possibly get in trouble for that, depending on how well they made a case for it being sexual harassment or whatever. But other than the initial screaming, it seemed every other person in the room was more concerned about the extra laps than that sort of thought, however, she figured it wouldn’t be worth anything to make a complaint or something. Focusing on finishing changing then, she found herself being poked at by Iryna.

”Considering he just stuck his head in here, we could probably accuse him of being a pervert and get him in trouble with the school if he tried to make us run. Why is a guy in charge of the girl’s gym class anyway?”

In reality, she probably wouldn’t actually do anything about it unless things got out of hand. A nice little threat would probably keep him in line. Securing her stuff before putting her hair up in a ponytail, Mitsuko started walking out towards the exit. Remembering she was still talking to the short redhead, she went with about the only topic she knew about the girl.

”Anyway, how’s that boyfriend slash sidekick of yours doing?

[Fuukami I. Iryna]

"So we can sue him for sexual harassment or something like that? I'll keep that in mind." That's right, we have to draw a line here. If we can hold any male student responsible for this kind of inappropriate behavior, the same thing can be done for that teacher, too. We must keep an eye on him. Keeping him in line. This is a co-ed, after all. Certain boundaries have to be made. Once that teacher does something shameless, we won't let him get away with it.

Then Sakamoto, probably running out of topics, decides to dig that up. Is she that interested in my relationships? Prying is not really good manners, you know?

"W-Who are you talking about?" I feel heat rushing into my face. The guy she's asking me about, can't be anyone but him. "D-Didn't I tell you that he's not my boyfriend? We are not like that, got it? Anyway, I haven't seen him much lately." Then I realize there's something off in the brunette's question. "Wait, what do you mean by "sidekick"? What makes you think that? I don't remember telling you anything about him."

[Sakamoto Mitsuko]

"Meh, I guess. I'm not a lawyer."

Not really wanting to push the issue, Mitsuko left it at that an moved onto a more interesting topic; whatever the relationship was going between the redhead and that white-haired ramen guy. Apparently whatever was going on between them was still rather heated as she boiled red like a lobster when he was brought up. Combine that with rambling and deny of any relationship, and she was going through all the symptons of being a tsundere perfectly. Smirking a little, she explained her deep and complex reasoning.

"Well, you two seemed to know each other quite well, but he kind of struck me as the submissive type so I took a guess he was your sidekick. I think I was pretty close wasn't I? I seem to have struck a nerve at least."

Still just calmly walking down the hall, ignoring any threats by the perverted teacher, Mitsuko mused on what to do. This conversation was only going to go on for so long before it just became boring again; there couldn't have been that many changes in their relationship over the last few days. So, it was time to be fair.

"Tell you what, since I pick on you so much, I'll tell you a little bit about my love life. I had a boyfriend once, but it was very brief. Left me for that blonde girl, the really bitchy one from America or something. Didn't even look back, got over me instantly. I was so devastated. His name was Kojiro I think."

There, that should make the girl feel a little better about her own situation. Plus, technically nothing she said was a lie; she called herself his girlfriend for a moment, he ran off to face Avery, and never even bothered to thank her or even talk to her at all. And now she got her revenge. Granted it most likely wouldn't spread out over the school or anything, but making at least one person think he was a jerk was satisfying enough.

"Wasn't really public though, so you can consider it your special little secret to poke at me with. So....go."

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[Fuukami I. Iryna]

"Submissive type"? Well, I guess she could say that. The guy himself is not the kind of person to protest often. He doesn't even talk much. It's like he's trying to play along with me. So it's a good thing... isn't it? Well, since Sakamoto managed to pull out an acceptable explanation, I'll let it go for now.

"Well, you are not far off, yeah. It's just convenient to have a guy like him around... I can ask him to help me with some physical work."

The road to the field is still long, and I'm not in a hurry. I don't really care about extra rounds and stuff, since I have to endure much more vigorous physical activities on a regular basis. I may look small, but my endurance skill is definitely exceptional.

And now Sakamoto tries to initiate some more "girl talk" with me, or so it seems. About her love life, even. So she met a guy and he dumped him shortly afterwards. Hmm. I'm not really the type to just try to grab some guy and go dating. If there is anyone I want to go out with, he has to be somebody close to me, somebody special.

Now she wants me to poke fun at her? Is she trying to be fair play or something? How strange. It's like an athlete throwing his/her match on purpose. I'm not sure how to poke fun at her with that kind of information.

"Oh, really? I didn't think you could actually have a boyfriend. The way you said it, it sounds like you two were just desperate to find a partner, or didn't take romantic relationships seriously. It's like a one-night stand, in my opinion. Once you are too fast to date each other, you will break up very quickly, too. A fragile relationship."

That's what comes to my mind, anyway. I don't really intend to make fun of her or anything. I just voice my opinion, nothing more.

[tazzy1]

Watching the girls briskly walk past him in the hallway, Tiger nodded to himself. The ones who were heading out now were the serious students and those who knew he would give them more laps. And also those who weren't fit enough to run extra laps. Noticing most the students had passed by him, he also began walking towards the field now, apologizing to those of the girls who seemed a bit startled because of him. Well, he would have used the PA system, but he hadn't been given permission to use that yet. He was still waiting for the faculty to come to a decision on whether it should be used for something like that or not. Perhaps after they hear about what he did now, they will change their minds in his favor. Either that or get him in trouble. That would be something to tell the family--... Stopping for a moment, Tiger covered his eyes with his hat and then looked around seeing only a few more students left.

Walking up to the slow ones, he gave them a light hit on the back to get them moving, providing some motivating words to get them going, and checking that everyone was heading off. Seeing two who were more interested in chatting, he walked up behind them, matching their steps. Well, he was already behind them so all he had to do was be silent enough to get right up to them and hit their backs. Unintentionally, he began listening to their conversation. Love problems. Well, they are in the prime of their youth, so it was to be expected. Back in his day at school, he didn't really think about love much. Sure, he went out with some girls on a whim, had crushes on people, but that was sort of to fill the void. Not bothering to pay attention to the full thing, the teacher wearing red contacts cleared his throat while behind them.

"Ahem. If you're that confident in your ability to run extra laps, how about you do two, no three times the total. With a time limit. My period, my rules. Got a problem, don't be late. I'll run it with you if I have to."
That said, Tiger quickened his pace and walked passed them, heading to the field. The others should be there by now warming up. If they remember their other PE lessons, they should be starting their laps around the field to start the period.

It was bad enough P.E. meant getting sweaty, gritty and allowing certain bodily assets jiggling around, but the uniform was atrocious. Avery preferred wearing her own clothing, her own sense of (fabulous) style to showcase to all others. Hikarizaka High seemed adamant to crush that very style!

The blonde stood with her back facing the rest of the room, primping herself in the mirror. She could feel eyes on her; eyes of envy, anger and possibly admiration. She smirked, because the attention satisfied her. Her mother had always taught her, that to be talked about, even negatively, means you were somebody. Her shorts had been pulled up, sneakers tied all in the colors of Hikarizaka, but she had been struggling with the clasp of her bra. Obviously, her chest was quite large; huge even. She had never paid them much attention, if only to acknowledge them as something else to place her above the other girls, but beyond that, their presence were natural to her. Giving an abrupt snort, she saw the handle of the door jaggling in the view of the mirror. She gave it little attention otherwise until it swung open and the P.E teacher himself, completely casual and non-chalant, announced rather rudely for them to hurry up or else they’d all have to suffer longer.

In almost instinct, Avery grabbed a nearby shoe (whose? It didn’t matter!) and flung it right at the door as it closed. ”I’ll sue for harassment and defamation of the female gender! We aren’t meant to be walked in on! Where I come from, our teachers – especially those of opposite sex – don’t disturb students when changing! Where is the respect?!” The blonde was too busy in her half-heartened banter to notice the shoe she threw barely whizzed bast another girl’s head. “Thanks, Avery! … That’s really brave of –“
”Shutup.” With her sweater-shirt tucked on (she struggled with her bustline, grunting even), Avery popped a slice of gum in her mouth and exited the room with a dominant demeanor, pushing a few of the other girls out of the way. The ones who tried to step in front of her she whipped her long, blonde locks at, causing irritation. ”Like, look. I deserve to get this stupid class over with first. Kay’? All of you are used to this anyway. …It’s so obvious.” She raised a flicked hand to her (loud) mouth and gave a loud, resolute guffaw in attempt to irritate the other girls and it seemed to do just that. She caught eye of Mitsuko, flickering her brows in a taunting manner. However, immediately outside the door and starting to walk down the hall in track of the other students, was the P.E teacher, tall with dark auburn hair and strangely enough… red eyes?! Like, well, this school IS filled with fashion violations after all.

[/color] Avery picked up the pace with her arms barred over her chest, blowing a large bubble of gum as she walked past Mr. Kokko, giving him an unimpressed and scrutinizing glare. Despite her high-and-mighty stance and outward demeanor, she didn't talk to the other girls and distanced herself; judging from afar. Such would be picked up on, as well as her height above the other female students.

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Once on the field, the foreign-exchange student was met with dust, dirt, chatter amongst the other females and more dirt. She gave a questionable expression, which quickly turned to comical disgust. "...Run? You expect us to run, get sweaty and then like, other stuff? Puh-lease. Can't I ...stand here and look pretty?" She gave a nervous flick of her hair, scanning over the track field as if it was some new technological device to be skeptical of, even feared. True as it was, Avery detested dirt but it actually wasn't the real reason.

With a quick glance down at her long legs, the blonde made an uneasy, quiet groan. If she ran, her athletic prowess would be revealed and her femininity would be at stake! Or... she could be better at something, once again! Such confliction rattled her brain, so Avery instead took to stretching a slender limb up behind her with an arm, staring out in worry over the other girls who had chosen to already begun. Some in pairs... some alone, but most with at least one partner.

Being who she was, she'd be spotted immediately.

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[Sakamoto Mitsuko]

Normally I’d mess with you by just grinning and saying something like ‘yeah, physical work’ with an overemphasis on ‘physical’, but I’m being nice and letting you take a shot at me.”

After offering her deal, Mitsuko waited for Iryna’s reaction. She expected her to try and give off a joke or back down from the offer. But what she actually said, well, that was a much harsher reaction than she was expecting. On the one hand, Mitsuko was proud to see some more backbone coming from Iryna. On the other…damn that was harsh. By that point Mitsuko was standing there, eyes wide in surprise. It took the slight tap by the coach on the back to get her back into reality. Also, it reminded her about the whole harassment thing. Meh, she’d let Avery handle that one; she seemed rather excited about the interruption. If there was anyone with a big enough mouth to get something heard by staff, it would be her.

That issue aside, she had to say something to Iryna after that little outburst. Considering how serious she had taken the issue, Mitsuko figured she’d probably take a more serious route as well. Besides, she said she couldn’t actually believe she was capable of having a boyfriend; that was a rather personal insult as well to her pride. Granted she wasn’t really making any efforts on that front, but it still hurt a little.

”That was cold Iryna. I mean seriously, that was full on rude. I just made that story up…well, not completely, but that’s not important. Is that how you really feel about me?...Actually, know what, don’t care. See you later Iryna.”

And with that she was off. She’d probably go and start on those laps or whatever; running was better than playing whatever sport the teacher wanted them doing anyway. Making her way outside, Mitsuko just glanced around to see if there was anyone else to talk to in order to get her mind off of Iryna. Glancing around, she noticed that most of the girls were already paired off and either warming up or already running. All except one particular blonde girl…yeah, that would be the perfect way to keep her mind off of Iryna.

Walking up beside her, Mitsuko just looked at Avery, a little bit of a grin on her face.

“Well, looks like it’s you and me then beauty queen. Just don’t break a nail okay?”

[Fuukami I. Iryna]

"Hey, wait for me! You said you just made that up?!!"

Geez, why does she have to suddenly run off like that? Ok, I admit it. It could be rather harsh from another person's point of view. But I simply think that relationships need time to flourish. A couple should take one step at a time to understand each other more. But, really, why did she pull that story out of thin air anyway? Because she couldn't think of anything else to say? Or she just wanted to test me? But yeah, maybe I shouldn't have said that she couldn't have got a boyfriend...

Still, the upside of this situation is that I don't have to worry about the extra laps, which means less chance of acute dehydration.

Finally reaching the track, I proceed to prepare myself for the 3-lap warm-up. While running is one of the simplest form of working out, it can be very boring at times. If that teacher lets us split into teams and play something like volleyball, I'll be more than ready. At least that will be more than just waltzing around, which has already become my routine.

Then I noticed a certain blonde who keeps fidgeting around. I think I've seen her a couple of times. The American queen bee. Tch, stop whining! This is Japan, not the United Sates of America. This is where the sun rises, not where the sun sets. So, do as we, citizens of this nation, do.

"Hey, you're disturbing others. You are not here to graze like a cow, right? Get in line or else we can't start."

I can't help calling out to her. That girl really is an obstruction right now, just like a cow in the middle of an Indian street. But unlike in that nation, where people are obliged to let the hoofed creature alone, this is a human being with no such privileges. So, I have to make her give way.

Then I notice that girl is not alone. She's with my earlier companion. I decide to approach the brunette.

"Oh, here you are. Geez, don't suddenly run off like that. Well... okay, I'm sorry I said you couldn't have got a boyfriend. I don't have one either. Actually, I think you can be rather attractive once you're dolled up. It's just that your story earlier sounds kinda... weird."