Not the Best Start, but Not the Worst
This never happened. Her heart beat painfully quick in her chest as her phone glowed in bright LED. She was already 5 minutes late to her meeting with the President! Sayaka always prided herself on being punctual, and this was such a low blow to her gut. She needed to get ready before-- Her phone lit up. It was the President.
[I’m waiting.]
A chill went up her spine at the thought of disappointing Kirari. She felt sick. Oh no, what if the President wouldn’t talk to her anymore after this?!
[I’m sorry. I’m on my way! (╯︵╰,) ]
After hitting send, Sayaka threw her phone to her bed and flew out of bed. Clothes blew around her immaculate room, knocking off her proposals and addenda from her desk she spent all night working on. Her outfit was easy enough, long navy skirt with a belt and a nice blouse and cardigan combination. Putting up her hair and throwing some quick lip gloss was all she really had time for. No time for contacts, either. Sayaka was quick to grab her glasses from her bedside table and her purse before stumbling out of her room. There was definitely not enough time to even make toast.
It was a good thing her parents were already at work. It would definitely save her more embarrassment running through the house like a mad woman to make sure she had everything she needed for her trip into town with Kirari. There was so much to do today and she’s already lost a solid 15 minutes from sleeping in! How could she be so stupid!?
Her free hand grasped the door to slide it open while her other hand desperately tried to get her shoes on. It was a futile effort that sent her careening through the open door Sayaka was barely able to open on time. She hit something solid, or someone rather.
“This is very unbecoming of you, Sayaka~” It was Kirari. Her steely blue gaze transfixed on to Sayaka’s disheveled appearance.
“M-Madam President--Kirari. Please forgive me for my tardiness! It’s so disrespectful and--huh?” Kirari’s gaze and small smile never disappeared from her face as slender fingers plucked the thick frames from Sayaka’s nose.
“Remember what I told you about these?” Kirari neatly folded them and tucked them into her own purse, “You’re much cuter without them.” Sayaka’s face lit up red with embarrassment, eyes narrowed and squinting to try to make out her President’s face.
“Oh. And one more small adjustment…” Kirari’s hands moved to Sayaka’s thin belt buckle, fingers slowly undoing the clasp. Sayaka couldn't bring herself to form words, her blind eyes squinting and searching to try to make out what Kirari’s feelings were. She was hard to read, even without her glasses.
The belt was swiftly pulled from her skirt and wrapped around her waist. Sayaka never minded those hands molding her into someone that would be seen with the likes of Kirari Momobami. It was welcomed. As long as it was her giving her the attention…
“There. Much better, don’t you think?” She could easily make out Kirari’s growing smile now, but all Sayaka could do was nod.