It was 7:45 in the morning and Yachi couldn't stop yawning. Her little face relaxed and her small mouth stretched open wide, the little wisp of breath leaving her as she tried to stay alert. Kiyoko stood by her side, as resilient in her grace and posture as ever. The unapproachable young lady did look a bit concerned for the smaller girl, asking in a lowered tone, "Did you get enough sleep last night?" Straightforward and edged softly with the worry she displayed.
Yachi's shoulders jumped and she shifted her weight onto one foot, cringing away from Kiyoko in surprise. "Huh?! Uhh. Oh. Sleep!" She straightened herself up, fumbling to catch a stray volleyball as it came bouncing toward her. "It was a little harder getting out of bed today, but... I think I got enough sleep." Yachi smiled dismissively and Kiyoko was now thinking of a cute, sleepy blond who wouldn't rouse from bed easily. The same girl knew exactly why she was yawning a little more than usual - - her fantasies last night had been a lot more intense what with borrowing that prince costume, and her thoughts had been running too freely for her to go to bed straight away. So, she laid in bed and thought of herself dressing up in other things, and occasionally drifting to the thought of Kiyoko wearing pretty things for her. This morning also, she'd kept her eyes low to avoid the walking wet dream herself.
"Haha. I'm glad I don't have the responsibility of waking you - - I'd want to spoil you and let you sleep longer," she spoke with equal hints of mischief and tenderness, and Yachi grinned widely at her. "I'd rather you than my mom any day! She's always soo cranky in the mornings if I don't wake up on time! Like a dragon~" Kiyoko's shoulders were trembling now and she cupped her dainty hand over her lips, her other arm draped around her waist as she fought to keep the giggles in. Yachi wasn't the only one mesmerized; she could faintly hear Tanaka and Nishinoya being reprimanded for not paying attention.
After assisting in cleaning up the gym, the two girls retired to their own changing room, private from the boys' for obvious reasons. Yachi liked the jersey they were required to wear, most likely because it made her feel sporty and more masculine. She tried imagining how a boy would undress then, first changing the expression on her face from her normally ditzy air to an apathetic one, which also required furrowed brows and the occasional huff. She yanked down the zipper of her jacket so hard that it almost broke, and in a panic she reverted back to her usual self, fussing over the zipper by dragging it up and down, ensuring that it still retained her function.
Kiyoko stole glances over her shoulder, wearing a warm smile before turning her attention back to herself and unchanging. Though it didn't show as easily on her, she'd been up late last night too, thinking of just about everything she could do with these new, racy pantyhose. One of them involved undressing slowly, so that Yachi could see. It felt incredibly underhanded, and almost criminal, but she couldn't help but hope that Yachi would react somehow. Would she notice that Kiyoko was dressing her legs differently? Would she say something?
The glasses clad girl had already changed from her jersey and gym shirt back into her blouse, but she awaited almost expectantly without anything covering her soft pink panties or legs, the white of her thighs ran creamy until the black band around each of them, and from there ran the dark shade of tights, casting her legs in a seductive light.
After being fully dressed into her school uniform, skirt, blouse, sweater vest and all, Yachi couldn't help but notice that Kiyoko was still standing there bottomless, eyes cast low on the mirror beore her. 'W-Why is she just standing there?' She thought to herself bashfully, her paranoid thoughts already racing toward something along the lines of Kiyoko inwardly seducing her. Burning that idea from her mind, she turned around and followed the girl's gaze down to her legs, her eyes already dulling with the many lewd thoughts in succession of what she'd do to those legs, and the prize in between.
"Oh! Shimizu - - you've got new tights!"
Something like relief flooded in Kiyoko, her shoulders lowering. But as she turned around, her face was flushed beyond her control, her hands automatically clapping up to her cheeks to hide it. "I-I just got them yesterday. What do you... what do you think, Yachi?"
She was being asked a question? Right when her brain decided to malfunction on her, words escaping and being replaced with the sight of her crush so shy and demure in front of her? "Sexy! I think sexy. You look. Oh jeez - -" Now Yachi's hands were reaching up into her hair, grabbing tufts as she had to come to terms with the potentially upsetting vernacular coming out of her mouth. After being so careful about her thoughts pertaining to Kiyoko from the very beginning. One look at her sensually clad legs and it was all she could do to keep her mouth shut, feeling her blood pounding through her ears. 'Feels like I'm gonna get a nosebleed,' Yachi thought pitifully, tightening her hold on her hair.
Kiyoko looked surprised, definitely surprised - - but there was something else there. Like she was expecting this. Like she'd known in her heart all along that her legs were sexy, and something about that drove Yachi up the proverbial wall. "Your legs are... r-really pretty." As much as she thought she'd be prepared for it, Kiyoko was still embarrassed, though pleasantly so, and the two spent a few quiet moments floundering in the awkward atmosphere. Yachi's bright eyes were still focused on Kiyoko's legs, and the desire made her press her thighs together, feeling the fabric ride smoothly together as she squirmed.
"I like... the way they look on me. I like finding materials that suit my legs best." Kiyoko admitted so quietly, watching Yachi's face lift up, then dip down to continue staring. By this point, both of their faces had enough color for the tomatoes in their school's vegetable garden. "It's becoming a weird habit of mine. Off putting, isn't it?" Kiyoko tried to play it off now; Yachi had been too silent for long, and the last thing Kiyoko wanted to do was make things awkward between them. It hadn't stopped her from putting herself on display, which now she regretted, turning away from Yachi to begin dressing.
"No, it's - - it's not weird at all!" Yachi vehemently denied, feeling a second wind blow through her as Kiyoko turned, hope penetrating through the frozen mask of what Yachi had wrongly assumed to be indifference. Some would say that Kiyoko wasn't gifted in expressing herself, but from the increasing amount of time they spent with each other, Yachi knew that the girl was incredibly expressive. You just had to watch very carefully, which was something Yachi was good at.
"I mean, I should be the last person to say it's weird. After all, I'm the one that likes to dress up like a boy. And then I get all excited over it." It was such a farfetched thing to say that she couldn't believe she'd let it out, and once her nerves lessened a bit and she thought more of it, she couldn't believe that Shimizu would actually believe such an incredulous thing. But Yachi had no reason to lie to her, and didn't have the capacity to. Just when Yachi started to regret imparting this secret on her, not having planned to in her lifetime, Kiyoko was the one to blurt.
"I get excited too. When I... put on stockings, or tights."
Yachi couldn't believe her ears. She'd clearly seen today that Kiyoko could get extremely embarrassed, which was still angelic and everything perfect without a hint of gracelessness. However, Yachi never expected to hear Kiyoko confess that she got excited, or that she understood what getting excited really meant. And over her own gorgeous legs nonetheless!
Kiyoko watched the other girl, seeing her hands gently relax from her blond hair and fall down into her skirt, which she bunched up with her fingers, deep mid-thought. 'I... wanna see. I wanna see it so badly I can't think straight.' Yachi looked up into Kiyoko's eyes, wondering if she was running a fever with how long her cheeks had been burning.
"Can I... see it?"
Yachi blinked, suddenly scared that she'd voiced her thoughts aloud, but she realized Kiyoko had been watching her expectantly, as if she'd delivered the question. Kiyoko felt her heart pounding, wondering what it was that got her so intrigued over the secrets they were sharing with each other. But maybe she could find a partner in this after all. One that understood her own affinity for something. Plus, the idea of Yachi dressing up and fumbling around in her excitement was very appealing to her. But still, she was nervous that Yachi would decline.
"See it... you mean, me wearing boy clothes?" Kiyoko nodded, her chin tucking toward her neck demurely, before Yachi took a step forward. "O-Okay!" This was like a dream come true, showing off her manliness (what she knew would be nothing but a stumbling shit-storm anyway) to Kiyoko, the epitome of her adolescent lust. "But in turn, you... will you show me what you like? With your legs?" Yachi wasn't aware of Kiyoko's exact ritual, but she wanted to see just what got Kiyoko so excited. The girl slowly bent her knees and lowered down to pick up her skirt, zipping it along her waist as she nodded once more. "It's a deal." Kiyoko had been wanting to show Yachi her legs, so really it was a win-win for her.
The older girl sat down on a bench and started to hurriedly peel off the french brand of nylon from her legs, much to Yachi's flustered surprise. "W-What are you doing?" She squeaked, eyes flicking hurriedly from the naked expanse of leg.
Kiyoko seemed to be frowning, going as quickly as possible against her will, when she wanted nothing more than to take this changing slow. "I have to wear the black tights I'm already accustomed to - - or else I'll get too excited during school. You should... leave before you're late, Yachi."
The blond nodded and released her skirt, still feeling like she could spontaneously start spurting blood from her nose. "We c-can figure out a time later, then! See you later, Shimizu." It was a wonder she could talk at that point, keeping her eyes high as she exited the changing room, quickly closing the door behind her.