Woo Christmas-themed chapter!!
Changed the title to something that looked less like it'd been written by a 12yr old :P
Mikan is fourteen
It was Christmas at the Academy, and after Mikan Sakura had pestered just about everyone there was into letting the students have decorations, class B finally got their box of streamers and tinsel, so were rather haphazardly 'decking the halls' as well as could be expected from a class of hyperactive fourteen-year-olds.
This mainly consisted of as many shiny things as the students could get their hands on going everywhere, and the Sensei was to be in for a shock when he discovered most of his desk drawers full of glitter and broken Christmas-tree ornaments. But he'd already fled the scene after someone used a plant-alice to make the Christmas tree triple in size and it began to poke out of the windows.
At the heart of it all, as with most things, was Mikan – who was standing on top of a chair on top of a desk, trying (despite her small stature) to fix a streamer to the ceiling, and screaming every time her rickety platform wobbled.
"Someone!" she screamed when the chair wobbled once more, sending shakes all the way up her body and making it impossible to tie the end of the streamer to the light fitting for her jittering fingers, "Help me please!!"
"What?" A voice questioned, as the scrape of another chair on the floor made both Mikan's chair and legs vibrate once more.
"Someone please hold this chair steady!" she squeaked as the ends of the decoration fumbled out of her fingers once more, wishing she'd left the high-up decorating to the levitation Alices.
"Fine." The boy sighed, and standing up on his own chair (this one on the floor) Natsume braced the back of Mikan's chair against his chest and looped his hands around her waist, pulling firmly at her hips to 'steady' her.
In spite of turning rather red, having not really expected this turn of events from a simple call for help, Mikan managed to stabilise herself with what she knew was Natsume's aid (no one else would dare touch her like this – simply for fear of what he might do to them).
"Umm… thankyou…" she gulped as she tried quickly to fix the streamer, but was just a few inches short and without thinking pushed up on her toes to reach higher.
However, this meant that Natsume's hands just 'happened' to slide down from her hips as they rose, coasting lower (and further down than she'd gone up by, she might add), until he appeared to have both palms settled quite comfortably over her what was definitly not her waist anymore.
"Natsume…" she hiccupped quietly, praying that no one would notice the fact that she was being felt up on top of a desk in the middle of the classroom. Then hurriedly fixing the dammed streamer with a messy knot quickly blurted "I'm done now so you can let me down please I need to go and…"
But he didn't let her go, in fact, she could've sworn he even dared to pull her closer (which was so 'not' accompanied by any form of squeezing/groping).
"Are you sure?" he remarked calmly, savouring every glare that was being sent his way as he flagged up his territory, "maybe you should check again."
"NO I'm sure it's fine!!" she squealed in return, beginning to wriggle and back away from his overenthusiastic 'support', but unfortunately forgetting that chairs don't go on forever… "I'm just… AHHHH!"
Falling backwards and inadvertantly smashing the back of her head through a nativity scene, Mikan groaned at the thudding sensation in her temples... which was now accompained by a burning one on her backside.
Ah, there is so a reason I originally titled this 'HENTAI!'
I mean, honestly...
If Natsume weren't so adorable he might actually be considered naughty.
Although he'd probably like that...