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Anon apologizes for the tardiness of this fill, and for the possible fail.

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When Kanji grew into adolescence, he thought about replacing the traditional sliding door of his bedroom with something that could be locked and bolted. It seemed only sensible, after all, what with all the weird shit that tended to accompany this particular phase of human development. But he never did, mostly because he never got around to it, and his Ma would probably object.

Of course, that changed after he had met Rise Kujikawa, Inaba’s own idol and human-shaped tornado.

“Kan-jiiiii!”

Kanji, sprawled on his stomach on his futon sheets, buried his face into his textbook. He could almost feel everything that wasn’t nailed down in his room rattle with the suddenness of her entrance, and wished again that he’d gotten that bedroom door with a lock.

“Didn’t I tell you last time to phone ‘fore you come over?” he growled, half-muffled by paper.

“Yeah, give you a call when I could yell at you from my place across the street? As if.” Without preamble, Rise threw herself down on his bed-Kanji felt the tug of his sheets and the subtle heat of her body less than a foot away. “Are you actually studying?”

“Not ‘nymore,” Kanji mumbled into his book.

“What? Look at me when you’re talking. It’s rude.”

Kanji sighed in profound annoyance and turned his head, his cheek pressed against the pages. The first thing his eyes beheld was a glimpse of Rise’s white-and-blue striped panties, peeking out from beneath the pleats of her short skirt.

He shot up on his elbows, impulsively lashing out his right arm to push her legs back into a less dangerous position. He had gotten used to Rise’s brazenness a long time ago, but nowadays it seemed like she was pushing it more and more (especially around him, it seemed, or maybe that was just his imagination).

“Ow!” Rise complained at his ministrations. She’d laid down at an acute angle to his torso, limbs akimbo, her head located less than a foot from his electric fan-which was probably what she’d been aiming for all along. “Didn’t your mother teach you not to be so rough with girls?”

“Ma didn’t say I’d have to deal with a girl busting into my room and taking up bed space!” he retorted. “What’re you here for, anyway?”

“I’m booored,” whined Rise, somehow managing to split the second into several syllables. “It’s hot. And I’m bored.”

“And you came here?” Kanji turned back to his book. “I ain’t got time to entertain you. I’m busy.”

“Huh. Get halfway-decent grades and show up at school regularly and suddenly you’re a scholar,” said Rise, but she knew as well as anyone that academic standing was one of the things Kanji was determined to improve about himself. “Forget it. Just forget I’m even here. Go study,” she said as if encouraging him to the guillotine.

Kanji tried, he really did, but it was hard to concentrate on formulas when Rise was sliding her bare foot over his ankles, over his calves and thighs, and back down again. He shook her off, only to have her replace the pad of her foot on the small of his back. Finally he gave up and glared at her over his shoulder.

Rise was sitting up, flapping the back of her bright yellow tank top against his fan. She obviously wasn’t wearing a bra underneath it-a fact Kanji immediately decided not to devote too much thought to-but she was wearing a smile that held far too much innocence for it to be sincere.