Kailor: Must get the juices flowing. As always, I own nothing but the plot.

Setsuna dropped to the grass, sighing. Her ragged t-shirt flipped up to reveal her stomach, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Her black hair was coming loose from its side pony and her black eyes were half-closed. "Alright, alright. Break time."

Asuna collapsed next to her, nursing a bruise on her chin with a dirty palm. Her red hair was no longer in her customary pigtails, but looped up in a single bun. She turned her mismatched eyes on her training partner. "I'm so hungry. Why does summer always make me so hungry?"

"We'll go get food soon," Setsuna laughed. "Rest first. We've been at it since dawn."

Asuna hmphed, but lay back, dropping her harisen next to her. For a few minutes the two of them laid there, catching their breath. Then Asuna slapped the ground in Setsuna's direction, unable to reach her friend. "Hey, hey. Doesn't Konoka come home Friday? Tomorrow, I mean?"

"Yeah."

Asuna nodded. "I still can't believe they let her go to Kyoto without you. Even if she was going to spend a few weeks with her dad."

Setsuna shrugged a shoulder. "The headmaster was with her. She's safe. They needed some grandfather-father-daughter time."

"Ugh, why couldn't it have been grandfather-father-daughter-daughter's friends time?"

Setsuna just laughed, waving a tired hand.

"Are you going to go meet her at the train station in the morning?"

"Uh, I was thinking I'd just wait for her at the dorms."

Asuna booed. "How unromantic."

"Ro-romantic? I uh-but-"

"Ah, shush," Asuna waved away Setsuna's protests. "She would want to see you the second she got back. You need to go to the train station."

"Well, what about you?" Setsuna propped herself up on her elbow. "Have you talked to Class rep-san since we started summer break?"

Asuna's cheeks turned pink. "What!? Why would you even ask that! Of course not!"

Setsuna nodded, like she was thinking hard about something. "I see. What about the shirt you found under her desk last day of classes? How'd you get that back to her?"

"I-I-" Asuna sat up, her blush growing a bit darker. "I haven't. I've been busy with work and training and I had to wash it so I didn't have pedophile stink in my room! And uh-"

"And you're off this weekend right?" Setsuna cut her off. "You should go visit. Bring her back the shirt."

Asuna scoffed. "Like I want to visit that blonde bimbo!"

"You so do!"

"I do not! You're projecting, 'cause you don't wanna admit you wanna go meet Konoka!"

"I am not!"

"Are too!"

The two glared at each other, hands moving toward their swords. Then Asuna laughed. Setsuna joined her and the two fell into hysterics, clutching their ribs and trying to stop.

Once Asuna caught her breath, she sighed. "Okay, fine. Maybe I will go. The dummy might need her shirt." She crossed her arms over her knees, turning her reddening face away. "But you have to go meet Konoka if I do."

"What is this? An ultimatum?"

"A deal." Asuna grinned. "You go and meet Konoka at the train station and I'll go visit the class rep. AND!" She snapped her fingers. "You have to bring her flowers."

"What!" Setsuna's face burned crimson. "I-I don't-uh-fine! But YOU have to ask Class rep-san if you can stay the night up there! No, the weekend!"

Asuna gaped at her. "Then not only do you have to bring her flowers, but you have to let ME dress you!"

Setsuna gritted her teeth. "Fine!"

"Fine!" Asuna thrust out her hand. "Deal?"

Setsuna barely hesitated. "Deal." And they shook on it.