First Period, Locker, Uniform
(Edited because I was randomly inspired to write another drabble. XD )
Period: One, Homeroom
Theme: Locker
Words: 569
She smiled as she read the tiny green post-it note for the fifth time that morning. She had just found the small piece of paper stuck to the inside of her bag when during her daily muffin pick-up from the cafe Unazaki worked in, and since then, she couldn't stop re-reading it. Her fingers grazed the neat cursive, probably the prettiest scrawl she had ever seen (slightly messy but kind of delicate-looking), and the smile on her lips widened tenfold-if such a thing was even possible.
"Hey Usagi, what do you have there?" Minako asked, suddenly appearing right beside her.
She jumped, folding the note once before hiding her hands behind her back, against her locker. "Oh, hi," she greeted nervously. "Umm, this is just... a note from my mother, reminding me to... help Shingo with his homework later! -Yeah, he was... really having some trouble... with... math." She smiled awkwardly, not quite meeting Minako's eyes, trying to ignore the incredulous look on her face.
"You? Math?" She arched an eyebrow. "Usagi, I'm awful in math and even I scored higher than you on the last exam. No offense, but... I'm positive that even if Shingo needed help in the subject, asking you would bring down his mark."
"Hey!" Usagi protested. "I'm not that horrendous! I could totally help my little brother with his math homework, if he had any."
"Aha!" Minako's eyes gleamed. "So you're saying there isn't any homework he needs help with!"
Usagi jumped. "NO! You know what I meant!"
Before she could explain her little slip up, Minako had moved closer, nearly jumping upon the girl to reach for the slip of paper she was failing to hide behind her back. "Just show it to me, Usagi! What do you have to lose?"
"MY SANITY!"
Minako ignored her, trying to weave around Usagi's Odangos that seemed to be in the way of her hand successfully reaching behind Usagi's back. She was now nearly sitting on the poor girl, shouting, "Just give it to me!"
They were interrupted by two coughs coming from behind them.
Ami and Makoto stared. "Usagi... Minako... What are you doing?"
Taking advantage of the interlude, as Minako began to explain why she had been in the middle of assaulting their leader, Usagi took the tiny note and slipped it inside her locker through the slots riight behind her. Sensing that her friend wasn't struggling anymore, Minako shouted, "Hey! What did you just do?"
Feigning innocence, Usagi revealed her now empty hands. "Nothing. I... We're going to be late for class." Before anyone could question what the hell had just happened, she started skipping down the hall, a smile on her face. Ten minutes later, when she was sure they had all left, she returned to her locker, and, making sure no one was around, opened it to reveal a thousand similar post-it notes, each folded once over and precisely stacked behind her books. Picking up the one she had just haphazardly thrown on the top, she opened it slowly, rereading the words once more.
Something chocolate-y and sweet for the Odango with the sweetest smile. Can't wait to see you tonight.
Yours, always,
Mamoru
She smiled goofily to herself for the millionth time that morning, and then placed the note neatly on the top of the stack.
Some secrets just weren't meant to be shared. (Or at least, not quite yet.)
Period: One, Homeroom
Theme: Uniform
Words: 609
Mamoru made a face as the blonde girl sitting upon his lap pricked him with the needle for the twentieth time in the last half hour. Normally, he'd be appreciative of the fact that he had a beautiful girl, especially a girl that with whom he happened to be in love, sitting upon him in the most compromising way, but usually, under those circumstances, they'd be alone and sharing a moment... Not in the middle of a temple with her ridiculously prying and relatively irritating friends.
And he could really do without a needle pricking his arm. Or this... whatever this piece of clothing was.
"Ow! Usako, are you done yet?" He wriggled a little, trying to be comfortable in this awkward position, but Usagi wouldn't have it.
"Hold still, Mamo-chan! I just need to see how this looks." Ignoring his wincing, she played around with the needle in her hand, stitching erratically. At one point, he was positive she took out her crystal and magically altered the appearance of the sewn cloth. Finally, about two hours and three hundred pricks later, she exclaimed, "YES! IT'S COMPLETE!" Before he could get a good look at her "masterpiece," a mob of girls had gotten up from their seats across the room to admire their Princess' handiwork.
"Interesting," Ami exclaimed.
"Yeah," Minako added. "I really love the new skirt."
Mamoru's eyes bulged as he took a look downward, just now realizing that the "shirt" he was wearing was actually some sort of dress. Or a mini-skirt. (It's a good thing he was wearing pants because it really didn't look like the dress-or whatever it was-left much to the imagination.) He smiled nervously, trying to just grin and bear it, until Rei started fiddling with the cloth of the skirt and Haruka added, "That's the perfect look for you, Chiba."
He had to stop himself from embarrassing himself any further and shouting, "USAKO, PLEASE GET ME OUT OF THIS THING RIGHT NOW!" Instead, he took a deep breath and calmly inquired, "Er, Usako... what is this?"
She grinned. "Luna said that we could design the new senshi uniform, since we kept having trouble fighting in the original fuku. So I asked the girls what they wanted, and this is what we came up with." Playing around with the crystal, he magicked the dress off of her boyfriend's body and onto her own. Looking at the thing firsthand, Mamoru's eyes nearly popped.
Standing before him was... the most explicit version of Sailor Moon he had ever seen. Her once short fuku was now a good... four inches (WHAT WAS SHE THINKING? THAT OUTFIT DID NOT HAVE FOUR INCHES TO SPARE!) shorter. The colors were bolder, the neckline lower-cut, and the sleeves nonexistent. Sure, the way Usagi was standing, in her classic Sailor Moon pose, the uniform looked relatively classy, but... This thing left even less to the imagination than before.
Maybe it would be an effective way to do battle (stopping youma mid-action because they'd be too busy ogling her body to properly fight), but he did not want every villain-male or female-looking at his girlfriend in that way!
Finally losing his cool, he stood up abruptly, blanket in hand, and shouted, "NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Not letting anyone get in another word edgewise, he wrapped the blanket across Usagi's shoulders, letting everyone in the room know that, "THE UNIFORM IS NOT CHANGING. AND IF ANYONE WANTS A CHANGE, ALL DESIGNS HAVE TO BE A GOOD SEVEN INCHES LONGER AND APPROVED BY ME."
His face was so red, steam practically coming out of his ears, that no one even dared to argue.
Period: One, Homeroom
Theme: Locker
Words: 569
She smiled as she read the tiny green post-it note for the fifth time that morning. She had just found the small piece of paper stuck to the inside of her bag when during her daily muffin pick-up from the cafe Unazaki worked in, and since then, she couldn't stop re-reading it. Her fingers grazed the neat cursive, probably the prettiest scrawl she had ever seen (slightly messy but kind of delicate-looking), and the smile on her lips widened tenfold-if such a thing was even possible.
"Hey Usagi, what do you have there?" Minako asked, suddenly appearing right beside her.
She jumped, folding the note once before hiding her hands behind her back, against her locker. "Oh, hi," she greeted nervously. "Umm, this is just... a note from my mother, reminding me to... help Shingo with his homework later! -Yeah, he was... really having some trouble... with... math." She smiled awkwardly, not quite meeting Minako's eyes, trying to ignore the incredulous look on her face.
"You? Math?" She arched an eyebrow. "Usagi, I'm awful in math and even I scored higher than you on the last exam. No offense, but... I'm positive that even if Shingo needed help in the subject, asking you would bring down his mark."
"Hey!" Usagi protested. "I'm not that horrendous! I could totally help my little brother with his math homework, if he had any."
"Aha!" Minako's eyes gleamed. "So you're saying there isn't any homework he needs help with!"
Usagi jumped. "NO! You know what I meant!"
Before she could explain her little slip up, Minako had moved closer, nearly jumping upon the girl to reach for the slip of paper she was failing to hide behind her back. "Just show it to me, Usagi! What do you have to lose?"
"MY SANITY!"
Minako ignored her, trying to weave around Usagi's Odangos that seemed to be in the way of her hand successfully reaching behind Usagi's back. She was now nearly sitting on the poor girl, shouting, "Just give it to me!"
They were interrupted by two coughs coming from behind them.
Ami and Makoto stared. "Usagi... Minako... What are you doing?"
Taking advantage of the interlude, as Minako began to explain why she had been in the middle of assaulting their leader, Usagi took the tiny note and slipped it inside her locker through the slots riight behind her. Sensing that her friend wasn't struggling anymore, Minako shouted, "Hey! What did you just do?"
Feigning innocence, Usagi revealed her now empty hands. "Nothing. I... We're going to be late for class." Before anyone could question what the hell had just happened, she started skipping down the hall, a smile on her face. Ten minutes later, when she was sure they had all left, she returned to her locker, and, making sure no one was around, opened it to reveal a thousand similar post-it notes, each folded once over and precisely stacked behind her books. Picking up the one she had just haphazardly thrown on the top, she opened it slowly, rereading the words once more.
Something chocolate-y and sweet for the Odango with the sweetest smile. Can't wait to see you tonight.
Yours, always,
Mamoru
She smiled goofily to herself for the millionth time that morning, and then placed the note neatly on the top of the stack.
Some secrets just weren't meant to be shared. (Or at least, not quite yet.)
Period: One, Homeroom
Theme: Uniform
Words: 609
Mamoru made a face as the blonde girl sitting upon his lap pricked him with the needle for the twentieth time in the last half hour. Normally, he'd be appreciative of the fact that he had a beautiful girl, especially a girl that with whom he happened to be in love, sitting upon him in the most compromising way, but usually, under those circumstances, they'd be alone and sharing a moment... Not in the middle of a temple with her ridiculously prying and relatively irritating friends.
And he could really do without a needle pricking his arm. Or this... whatever this piece of clothing was.
"Ow! Usako, are you done yet?" He wriggled a little, trying to be comfortable in this awkward position, but Usagi wouldn't have it.
"Hold still, Mamo-chan! I just need to see how this looks." Ignoring his wincing, she played around with the needle in her hand, stitching erratically. At one point, he was positive she took out her crystal and magically altered the appearance of the sewn cloth. Finally, about two hours and three hundred pricks later, she exclaimed, "YES! IT'S COMPLETE!" Before he could get a good look at her "masterpiece," a mob of girls had gotten up from their seats across the room to admire their Princess' handiwork.
"Interesting," Ami exclaimed.
"Yeah," Minako added. "I really love the new skirt."
Mamoru's eyes bulged as he took a look downward, just now realizing that the "shirt" he was wearing was actually some sort of dress. Or a mini-skirt. (It's a good thing he was wearing pants because it really didn't look like the dress-or whatever it was-left much to the imagination.) He smiled nervously, trying to just grin and bear it, until Rei started fiddling with the cloth of the skirt and Haruka added, "That's the perfect look for you, Chiba."
He had to stop himself from embarrassing himself any further and shouting, "USAKO, PLEASE GET ME OUT OF THIS THING RIGHT NOW!" Instead, he took a deep breath and calmly inquired, "Er, Usako... what is this?"
She grinned. "Luna said that we could design the new senshi uniform, since we kept having trouble fighting in the original fuku. So I asked the girls what they wanted, and this is what we came up with." Playing around with the crystal, he magicked the dress off of her boyfriend's body and onto her own. Looking at the thing firsthand, Mamoru's eyes nearly popped.
Standing before him was... the most explicit version of Sailor Moon he had ever seen. Her once short fuku was now a good... four inches (WHAT WAS SHE THINKING? THAT OUTFIT DID NOT HAVE FOUR INCHES TO SPARE!) shorter. The colors were bolder, the neckline lower-cut, and the sleeves nonexistent. Sure, the way Usagi was standing, in her classic Sailor Moon pose, the uniform looked relatively classy, but... This thing left even less to the imagination than before.
Maybe it would be an effective way to do battle (stopping youma mid-action because they'd be too busy ogling her body to properly fight), but he did not want every villain-male or female-looking at his girlfriend in that way!
Finally losing his cool, he stood up abruptly, blanket in hand, and shouted, "NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Not letting anyone get in another word edgewise, he wrapped the blanket across Usagi's shoulders, letting everyone in the room know that, "THE UNIFORM IS NOT CHANGING. AND IF ANYONE WANTS A CHANGE, ALL DESIGNS HAVE TO BE A GOOD SEVEN INCHES LONGER AND APPROVED BY ME."
His face was so red, steam practically coming out of his ears, that no one even dared to argue.