Start of Summer
It was hot today. The rainy season was finally over, and so was her first year at Hyakkaou Private Academy. Sayaka kept her gaze focused on the summer sun drifting closer to the horizon, the cicadas lulling her deep into memories of the year. She wanted to keep the President on track, and they had a lot to go over before school started again.
“My, my, Sayaka,” the voice came from behind her, from the Momobami estate she stood waiting outside of, “I hope I haven't kept you waiting for too long~.”
Sayaka’s notebook and folder nearly spilled to the floor in surprise, caught off guard by the woman approaching her.
“M-Madam President! I’m so sorry! I...I was a bit distracted.” A blush settled on her cheeks, a smile instinctively lighting up her lips at seeing Kirari in front of her. She looked gorgeous today, as the Momobamis usually did. It was just so strange seeing the girl out of uniform for the first time, she looked….normal. Her navy blue skirt was definitely shorter than Sayaka’s, but the real piece that caught Sayaka’s eyes was how her top lifted ever so slightly to sneak a peek at her navel with every breath she took. Her mouth watered.
“I could tell.” Kirari’s laughter ran like wind chimes in her ears, Sayaka couldn’t keep her smile and blush off her face.
“R-right. My apologies. We have a lot to go over before the school year starts, so I brought with me a few different plans for the student council, project ideas, statistics for last year, and--” A finger pressed up against her lips, blue, well manicured.
“Why don’t we wait on that? School just ended a few days ago. You should enjoy your summer break while it lasts, Sayaka.” Another blush settled on Sayaka’s cheeks at the touch. “And please...use Kirari while it’s just the two of us together, hm?” There was no way Sayaka was going to deny her president anything.
“Y-yes, Madam--Um...Kirari.” It earned another beautiful chuckle from those blue lips.
“Good. Now, I brought us a treat,” Kirari lifted up the covered picnic basket, gently peeling back the cloth resting over the top, “The Momobami estate grows sixty-three varieties of peaches. Why don’t we enjoy a few of them together before getting to her notes?”
All Sayaka could do was gulp and nod, wishing she could be a peach just for a day.