DOATEC High: Chapter 2

:First day:

A loud crash startled several students within the vicinity of Mila's dorm room, a few stuck around to find out what it was while others simply moved on to start their morning routines. A throaty groan, a soft thud and some shuffling steps later, the small gathering of girls was greeted by a clearly disheveled Mila, dressed in a messy set of pajamas that hung loosely from her frame and a plain black bath robe, who looked just as surprised to see them as they were to see her. For a moment she considered asking what was going on but decided against it when her audience started to slowly wander off in different directions, instead she simply shrugged her shoulders and carried on her way, wash bag dangling from her left hand.

The washroom was huge, at least three times bigger than her own dorm room which was already twice the size of her bedroom back home. The white tiles of the stone floor were contrasted nicely by the deep blue varnished tiles on the walls, the bath itself was a good portion of the room, dipping directly into the floor and spanning at least five meters each way. On the far wall from the doors was a row of shower stalls with small dividers, the faucets had an old style about them that looked artsy but at least they were functional. The same could be said about the sinks on the wall to the left of the door, clean white basins with brass faucets overhanging them in a neat fashion, behind each one a large mirror hung on it's gold plated frame, a little fancy for Mila's tastes. The corners of the room were decorated with large potted plants of various description and along parts of the upper walls above the tiles which were painted a crisp, clean white, several big paintings depicting landscapes and portraits of women that obviously had some kind of importance.

Mila gave a loud yawn that practically echoed through the empty room along with the shuffling steps of her slippers on the stone squares, idly tossing her wash bag on the side with the sinks and hunched herself over the basin, her hands holding the sides as she looked up at herself in the mirror. To most others she would look a mess in the mornings, her short hair tussled untidily to the sides of her head, dark patches under her eyes and a slight redness to her cheeks where she'd been resting on the pillows. But in her own mind her morning look had a certain charm that she almost enjoyed, a smile crossing her lips she slowly checked herself out, left to right and gently pulling at her lower eyelids in what felt like a routine by now.

Giving herself a reassuring nod Mila stepped back to stretch herself up and out, working out the tension from her muscles before undressing herself and folding her pajamas neatly beside her wash bag. Moving to grab a few essentials from the bag like shampoo and body wash she made her way over to the empty shower stalls, setting her bottles down on the floor by her feet she switched on the water, adjusting it to a comfortable temperature and letting out a long sigh of relief as the gentle spray washed over her body. Closing her eyes and lifting her head into the water Mila lifted her arms to push her hair back and out of her face, her left leg lifting slowly to rest on its tiptoe while another gentle sigh breathed through her smiling lips. As stressful as settling into the dorm had been the previous day, especially after being hounded by Jessica at the gates before even getting in, it felt very good to just relax under the hot water to de-stress for a while.

The sound of the door opening behind her caused Mila to glance over her shoulder, keeping her back to the rest of the room she could just make out another girl entering with a towel wrapped around her body and white, fluffy slippers that made next to no noise as she walked. The girl didn't seem to notice Mila's presence right away and gave a loud yawn that similarly echoed around the decorated walls, shuffling her way around to the sinks she leaned over to check herself in the mirror, slipping the towel off and draping it over the side. Mila simply shrugged and returned to her shower, her hands delicately gliding over her wet skin like silk over a smooth surface. Bending down slowly to pick up her body wash, she didn't notice the sudden presence right behind her.

No sooner had the unsuspecting girl stood up again, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around her midsection and held her tightly, an odd feeling like soft cushions being pressed into the small of her back prompted her to practically squeal in surprise and launch herself forwards towards the wall. Her arms managing to halt her sudden burst of movement, Mila turned herself as much as the grip on her abdomen would allow, only to find the smiling face of Hitomi nuzzling her cheek into the moist skin of her new friend's side. The sight of the brunette's grin was enough to dispel the tight fist Mila had formed in response to the 'attack' and instead she simply stepped back a little, which the girl imitated without so much as opening her eyes.

"Hitomi!?" Mila finally managed to spit out once the shock of the moment had died down. "What the hell are you doing?"

The eyes of the cheerful girl opened to look up at her, protected from the stream of water by Mila's body.

"Good morning, Mila-chan."

The gleefully singsong tone she used only proved to confuse her target more as the redhead simply glared down at her.

"This is how you say good morning? Whatever happened to a simple wake-up call?"

Mila's voice was an interesting blend of agitation and bewilderment, her hands moving themselves to Hitomi's forearms to attempt to push the girl's grip away. Not wanting to actually anger her friend, the brunette's arms loosened their lock on her and pulled away so she could stand up straight.

"I can give you that too if you like."

She giggled like a little girl and folded her arms over her chest, turning to actually face her, Mila placed her hand on her hip and gave her a look which seemed to mix a twitchy eyebrow with a strange half-smirk.

"Can I just shower in peace?" She replied with a more stern tone. "I have an early class this morning."

Hitomi's expression dropped, something Mila hadn't expected at all, her face looking genuinely sullen.

"Aww... Wouldn't you rather join me in the bath?"

She motioned over her shoulder with her thumb towards the massive dip in the floor that was always full, given that it was constantly heated it was the reason the room was full of steam at any given point. Glancing over at the bath that could easily be mistaken for an indoor pool, Mila raised an eyebrow.

"Isn't a shower a lot quicker and more efficient?"

"Quicker, but not better." Hitomi stated almost immediately. "The bath is soooo much more relaxing, it's the perfect way to get yourself ready for the day."

Mulling it over in her head for a moment, Mila simply sighed as she was defeated.

"Alright, I'll try it out. I could use some chill time before today."

The smile on the brunette's face returned full force.

"Awesome! Let's go!"

Her arms pulling into her sides in a show of victory, Hitomi turned on her heel and made for the edge of the bath. Showing no real regards to her own safety, the excitable girl hopped from the side and tucked her legs in to cannonball into the water, the resulting splash spattering against Mila's legs as she simply watched from the far side of the room. Walking calmly to the edge and sitting herself down, the redhead dipped her slender but well toned legs into the water, a feeling of warmth taking over her body as the heat of the liquid enveloped her feet and calves. Already starting to feel the tension in her muscles drift away into the warm bath, Mila carefully lowered herself into the pool.

"Damn..." She let out a long sigh as the water's warm embrace covered her chest and shoulders. "You weren't kidding, this is pretty good."

Suddenly realizing that Hitomi had yet to surface after jumping in, Mila opened her eyes and scanned the bath for her.

"Hitomi?" She took a step forward, trying to locate the girl under the steamed up surface. "Hitomi, are you ok?"

The yelp that echoed loudly around the washroom at 7:18 in the morning could be heard by several girls in their rooms up to eight doors down the hall, as Hitomi's hands slithered from the water behind the unsuspecting redhead and took a firm grip of her breasts. The sudden flailing of arms and kicking of legs only caused the pair to stumble backwards, though the giggling brunette managed to keep them both standing.

"HITOMI?!"

Mila's face burned a deep shade of red as she tried to steady herself, turning her head she caught the girl's face peeking from under her arm, smiling like a cat as her hands squeezed at the assets they held.

"You're pretty big Mila-chan."

That same singsong tone from before almost sounded like taunting to Mila who struggled against her hold, her cheeks only growing hotter as the words reached her ears.

"Hitomi, c'mon this isn't funny!"

Her struggling ceased suddenly as she felt Hitomi pull closer, the hands held over her chest swapping sides as the girl settled her arms around her waist. The molesting hold slowly turned itself into a tender embrace as Hitomi's chest pressed into Mila's back, her thighs and pelvis holding against the slightly taller girl's firm bottom and her head resting gently against the redhead's tense shoulder with a happy sigh. Unsure of what to make of this development, the redhead started to feel herself relaxing in the hold, her own arms rising to brush their fingers against the back of her friend's hands which prompted a gentle and teasing squeeze of her bosom. Closing her eyes for a moment, Mila simply let the girl hold her with a soft hum of content.

"This girl..."

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Sorry this is so late, just been a matter of inspiration being elsewhere ^^;

Fear not though, this story is not forgotten, not by a long shot.