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"There," she said, smiling in satisfaction at her reflection. She glanced down at her watch. It was getting late, and she could still hear Haruka opening and closing drawers in her room.

"Hey, Michiru!" Haruka called, much louder than necessary, "have you seen my uniform?" Michiru sighed. Why was she looking for her uniform five minutes before they had to be out the door?

"In the dryer."

"I always put the clothes away when it's my turn!" Haruka playfully shouted as she walked past Michiru's door. Michiru chuckled and glanced one more time into the mirror before walking out into the hallway.

"Dumping the clothes on the beds doesn't quite count as putting them away, Haruka." She let out another sigh as she approached the laundry room, "We're going to be late you know." She stopped in the doorway, eyes wide. There was Haruka, rummaging through the dryer, in nothing but a sports bra and underwear, necktie hanging loosely around her shoulders. So beautiful… So perfect… "H-Haruka what are you doing here, like this?"

Haruka stood, uniform in hand, and turned to Michiru, who gasped. Her gaze traveled from Haruka's chest to her long, and slender legs. "Like what?" Haruka questioned, with the most innocent expression she could manage. Michiru looked up at her, cheeks flushed. Haruka raised an eyebrow as if it were completely normal for her to walk around nearly naked in the apartment.

"Why didn't you at least put a robe on?"

Haruka smirked, as she began to get dressed, taking her time with each pant leg and sleeve. "It seemed like a waste of time. It's late, as you pointed out." "Besides, I'm a girl, you're a girl. What's the big deal? You see girls change every day in the locker room." She proceeded to button her shirt and tuck it into her pants.

"That is different…"

"Oh? How so?" She asked, now in the process of tying her tie. She glanced at Michiru, whose cheeks turned slightly redder. Haruka was was proud. Very proud. Not everyone could embarrass Michiru Kaioh.

"I-I…" Michiru stuttered. "It's late!" she suddenly exclaimed, and ran out the door. Haruka grinned ear to ear as she followed.