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Admiral Kuroda was sitting in his office, working on paperwork when his secretary walked in.

His secretary was a young girl with brick red eyes and long black hair held together towards the end with a white hair tie. Her hair was a little messy all around, and she wore a blue hachimaki atop her head.

"Admiral, here is the report from the Arsenal, and this one here is from the Docks." She said, handing him two separate papers. "Also, the 6th DesRon would like to request shore leave this Sunday. It seems as if there's a movie that they want to see."

"Hmm." Kuroda set the first two papers down and took the roster that she handed him.
"Very well," he said after looking through the roster, "could I ask you to take care of the paperwork, Hatsushimo-san?"

"I'll get right on it, Admiral." Hatsushimo said, taking the paperwork that Kuroda handed her before sitting down at her desk.

While Hatsushimo worked on the shore leave paperwork, Kuroda went over the reports that she had given him. Finding no fault in them, he gave a small nod and filed them away. As he did this, his thoughts went to his secretary.

When Kuroda had first started at the navel base, Hatsushimo had been the only shipgirl stationed here. She's been with him from the very start, through thick and thin, and he couldn't be more thankful to have a comrade such as her. As his secretary, she's been very diligent and hardworking. Especially today, where he's had her running back and forth all day long.

Perhaps it's about time that I gave her a break.

With that in mind, he called out to her. "Hatsushimo-san, after you finish that paperwork, go ahead and take a break."

Hatsushimo looked back at him, her eyes practically saying, Is that alright? I can still keep going.

Kuroda smiled at her. "You've earned it."

She looked unsure for a moment but soon returned his smile. "Then, after I finish, I'll take a break, just for a bit."

Satisfied with her answer, he started working on the rest of the paperwork. It wasn't long before Hatsushimo stood up from her desk and turned in the paperwork for the 6th DesRon's shore leave. After handing it in, she gave him a small bow, and then flopped down on the large couch in the office.

"With this, I'll be able to protect everyone again." She said, sighing with relief.

Kuroda chuckled under his breath as she made herself comfortable.

The couch that he kept in his office was reportedly ranked as one of the most comfortable spots to take a nap on the whole base, according to Aoba.

As Hatsushimo dozed off, Kuroda returned to his paperwork.

The time passed by peacefully, and it was so quiet that the only thing he could hear was the faint sound of Hatsushimo's soft breathing. He quite enjoyed listening to it, and before he knew it, the last of his paperwork was finished. He filed what he had to keep away, and prepared what he had to have sent off. After finishing this, he stood up and stretched.

Taking a look at his watch, Kuroda saw what time it was. I shouldn't wake her up yet. He thought to himself as he looked over at Hatsushimo, where she still lay on the couch, asleep. As soon as his eyes landed on her, however, his face went crimson. Her... her panties are showing!

There, on the couch, where Hatsushimo lay on her back, her skirt had ridden up her right thigh, letting the admiral get a good view of her white panties.

Kuroda hurriedly averted his eyes as he pulled his cap down, his face burning all the way to his ears.

About the admiral, he was in his mid-twenties, but he had been single his whole life, with zero experience with women. In fact, before becoming the commander of the base, it would have been right to say that he was bad with women. He'd get nervous and tongue-tied around women that he found attractive, and so he had ended up trying to avoid them. Now, however, after having worked on a naval base filled with women, after being surrounded by them on a daily basis, he'd grown out of a lot of his bad habits.

That said, this was, in fact, his first time ever seeing a girl's exposed panties, and it wasn't just any girl.

It was Hatsushimo, and that fact alone had his heart racing.

It took Kuroda a few minutes to calm down before he realized that he just couldn't leave Hatsushimo like that. If she woke up and realized that her panties had been exposed all this time, he was sure that she'd be so embarrassed that she couldn't even speak. While that would be a sight to see, his dignity wouldn't allow that.

I'll need to fix her skirt for her.

He told himself, even though he knew that it'd be bad if she were to wake up and find him messing with her skirt. It wouldn't be like he could say that he was just fixing the angle of her torpedo tube or adjusting her radar - she didn't even have her equipment on. But, it was a risk worth with taking, if it meant to protect her dignity.

With his mind made, Kuroda walked over to Hatsushimo's side and knelt down next to her. Being this close, he could get an extremely good look at her panties, but he forced his eyes to focus on her skirt.

Just as he reached to pull her skirt down...

"Nnn..."

He froze.

With cold sweat rolling down his cheek, Kuroda looked up at Hatsushimo's face. Thankfully, it seemed as if she had only made a noise in her sleep, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Turning his attention back to her skirt, Kuroda carefully reached up to take ahold of it. Just as his fingertips brushed the fabric, Hatsushimo stirred, rolling over in her sleep to face him. He nearly cried out in surprise, falling flat on his butt. With his heart racing in fright, he slowly realized that he couldn't see her panties anymore.

When she rolled over, her skirt had dropped back down.

"...She fixed it herself." The admiral let out a quiet, exasperated sigh, feeling as if he'd just gotten another 10 years older. "What was the point of that, then...?" He asked himself, standing up. Suddenly, he froze when he noticed someone standing in the doorway.

In the doorway was a girl wearing a serafuku with a yellow neckerchief, her pink hair tied up in a ponytail with a bluish hair tie. She was holding a camera in her hands, and there was a smile on her face.

"Aoba-kun..." Kuroda whispered, several beads of cold sweat rolling down his face.

"Commander-san, Aoba, saw it!" She said before taking off down the hall.

"Aoba-kun!" Kuroda called after her, giving chase.

At the sound of his voice, Hatsushimo stirred from her sleep. Sitting up on the couch, she rubbed the sleepy out of her eyes and looked around for the admiral. She thought she had heard his voice, but he wasn't in the room. He didn't close the door? She thought when she saw the open door. I wonder if something happened?

She stood up and stretched before checking the time, and when she saw that the clock was on 1700 on the dot, a solemn atmosphere filled the room.

"Ah, that battle..."

As memories of the past surfaced in the admiral's office, the admiral himself was busy chasing down a rogue reporter.


OMAKE

"You wanted to see me, Aoba-san?" Hatsushimo asked as she entered Aoba's room, which she noticed was full of photos. There were pictures of the shipgirls posing, of the base personnel together, and of award ceremonies. There were also beautiful pictures of sunsets and other landscapes, of delicious looking sweets and treats, but what caught her attention the most were the old black and white photos of WWII, many of which were the crew or ships of the IJN. She knew that they must have been printed off from the internet, but the pictures still sent bittersweet pangs to her heart.

"That's right~" Aoba said in a sing song voice from her spot at her desk. "I had a picture that I wanted to show you."

"Hm? A picture?" Hatsushimo asked, slightly tilting her head. "Are you trying to sell it?"

"No, no," Aoba said, waving her hand, "I'll give it to you."

"Hm?" Now Hatsushimo was really curious.

Aoba took a picture from her desk drawer and handed it to her.

It was a picture of the admiral's office, and both Hatsushimo and Admiral Kuroda were in it. She soon realized it was a picture from earlier that afternoon, when she had taken a nap on the admiral's couch.

In the picture, she was still sleeping on the couch, but the strange part was that Admiral Kuroda was kneeling down next to her. His face was red, and his arm was stretched out towards her skirt...

"Ah." Hatsushimo's face reddened.

At first, she was wondering what the admiral was doing. She's known him for a long time so she knew that he wouldn't do anything indecent, but that left her confused for a moment before she realized the reason behind his actions. From the angle at which the picture was taken, she could see that her skirt was showing quite a bit of her thigh. She couldn't see her underwear, but when she considered the point of view from the admiral's desk...

"Aaaahhh...!" Her blush reached all the way to her ears.

"It seemed as if the admiral was trying to fix your skirt before you woke up," Aoba said, smiling, "but you almost gave him a heart attack when you rolled over in your sleep." She laughed, but Hatsushimo was too focused on the picture to really listen.

"H-how am I supposed to face the admiral now!?" She cried out, sinking to floor. "He must have seen my underwear...!"

With Hatsushimo's face completely red now, Aoba made her move and took a picture of it.

"Huh?" The younger girl blinked, processing what Aoba had just done.

"Thank you very much~!" The older girl said joyfully.

"A...Aoba-san!"


Author's Note

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