"I thought you were the type of person who pays attention in class."
"I do,"
"Then why are you doodling?"
"I know what the lesson's about already."
"Aren't you cocky,"
"You should worry about yourself first."
"Nah," and Yukari watches with mild amusement as Minako lays her head atop her arms on the table, yawning as she throws a tired wink over her 'cute' seatmate. Yukari scoffs in response, "I'd rather sleep."
Yukari shakes her head when light snores reach her sensitive ears. She sleeps pretty fast, she inwardly muses, taking short glances at the rebel beside her. Minako looks—for the first time, quiet and peaceful. Mitsuru would probably appreciate Arisato being so silent, if it weren't for the fact that she was sleeping during class. Yukari laughs to herself, propping her chin lazily on the palm of her hand as she faces the tired girl with the corner of her eyes. Wouldn't want to get caught staring. She much preferred watching Minako sleep over doodling.
Minako was like an energizer bunny.
She's overly optimistic, enthusiastic, obnoxious, just downright loud, and sorely active. It's currently P.E class and Yukari already feels drained just by watching Minako run laps like a cheetah. And the worst part? She's bouncing and hopping and waving at the people she zooms past; yelling, "You can do it!" over the top of her lungs. Yukari guesses that her vocal range can cover at least a 5 mile radius. Yukari allows a small smile to grace her pink lips when the students seem to receive energy from Minako's reassuring outburst; struggling to keep up with the energized bunny.
"Alright times up, next group to the track!"
Yukari's slightly proud that, out of everyone, it would be her that Minako came to first. It gave her a warm, tingly feeling and she welcomes it. She'd have to be blind not to notice the rebel's growing popularity; well-liked and favored among juniors and even seniors. It looks like everyone loved the loud, happy-go-lucky troublemaker. She doesn't mind though, 'cause she was still rather up the social ladder herself—but she doesn't care about ranks. It was never about ranks.
"'Kay cutie, your turn." It was the fact that Minako never called her by her own name that irked her. But the heated glances Yukari occasionally received was evidence that everyone else was starting to wonder what kind of relationship they had. Yukari just shakes her head, passing Minako with a wink of her own. Minako grins at her surprising—but not unpleasant, response. Truth be told, even Yukari herself ponders what kind of relationship they have, but she'd rather not dwell on that.
"You are such a flirt."
"It's not like you don't mind."
Yukari grinned at Minako's statement.
"...Touché."
Lunch was pretty much the only time they weren't together. Yukari always wondered where Minako ran off to—out of curiosity, since the school seemed pretty peaceful. Sometimes she'd feel paranoid, like if Minako was lurking in the shadows, trying to find the right time to jump out and scare her. Minako seemed just like the type of person to do that sort of thing. So to avoid any unnecessary pop-ups, Yukari figured it'd be a whole lot safer if she ate outside, where Minako can't come any closer without getting detected or seen.
"What are you doing?"
Yukari asked, not knowing how to react at the sight of the rebel lying on top of a wooden table at the back of the school. Minako just smirked, remaining silent while her head stayed propped with her arms behind her head; legs stretching over the entire table. Minako feigned sleep and Yukari's eye couldn't help but twitch in annoyance.
"You're hogging the whole table."
Minako finally peeked through one lid, carmine staring Yukari up and down until it paused at her midsection. Yukari doesn't move when Minako gets up; ignoring the wide smile pasted on her lips.
"It's my table."
"Since when was it—"
Yukari hadn't seen it coming when Minako shot an arm out towards her abdomen and just as quickly did she retract it. Yukari stared at the silver utensil the rebel was holding and realized that it was her knife. What, was she going to stab her for ruining her nap time or something? When Minako's back faced Yukari, the latter couldn't help but shift slightly to the side to see what the troublemaker was doing. She was—engraving her name?
"H-Hey! Isn't that vandalism?"
"No," Minako replied, tone laced with amusement when she finished carving it, "it's Minako." Yukari scoffed, not bothering to remark at Minako's smart-ass response. Yukari accepted the wooden-marred knife and motioned towards the table.
"Whatever. Scoot over."
Yukari glared at Minako's defying grin.
"No."
"You're honestly going to keep acting like such a child?"
Minako thwarted Yukari's attempt to get closer to the table, arms out to keep the annoyed girl from reach.
"Why not? If it's to hear the magic word,"
"You mean 'please'?" Minako stared at Yukari as she rubbed her forehead in exasperation. Yukari couldn't believe the situation at the moment. "To you? Hell no."
"Aren't you stubborn."
"Look who's talking."
Minako laughed then, finally moving aside for the other girl. She said the same thing Yukari did that morning,
"...Touché."
Yukari couldn't help but laugh too.
Lunch was quiet and for the most part, uneventful. Yukari didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. Whenever the thought occurred to the rebel, or her stomach growled with indignation, Minako would snatch pieces of Yukari's lunch with precise accuracy; much to the latter's dismay. Despite hearing the warning bells go off—low grumbling of Minako's stomach, Yukari still couldn't evade the troublemaker's quick, nimble hands.
"This is—" Yukari tried and failed to ignore Minako's obnoxious chewing, "really good."
"Thanks.." Minako was unperturbed of the other girl's sarcastic tone. She continued on chewing, seemingly enjoying the goodness of beef teriyaki while subtly stealing more from Yukari's almost-empty lunch box. Yukari sighed, putting away her stuff in her blue bag once they were finished; Minako busily stretching her tired arms. Yukari didn't know what to do when she turned to face the rebel and feel warm lips touch her forehead. She couldn't stop the blush from rising to her face and sat perfectly still when Minako finally pulled away.
"That's for letting me steal your food."
And Yukari remained rooted in her seat despite Minako already disappearing around the corner; the heat having yet to leave her cheeks.
Thinking back, she couldn't wait for school to be done with so she could just go out and leave and do whatever she wanted. She'd hang around the mall, look at pretty jewelry, read some magazines, and just get back to the dorm before it got too late. But now..now there was Minako. Yukari chances a brief glance to the side, hoping to avoid getting caught and finds Minako's expression—bored as hell. She laid her upper body over her desk, arms hanging loosely at the front while she stared at the black board with a completely blank face. Her lips were pouted and her brows furrowed in concentration; she was holding her pencil between her nose and mouth.
"Like what you see?"
Yukari managed to keep herself from jumping in surprise and muttered curses; ignoring Minako's light giggles beside her. The rebel didn't move from her position as Yukari commented back,
"There's nothing worth seeing."
Minako only gave her a side glance—"yeah right," but pursued no further. Yukari doesn't realize she's still staring at her seat mate 'till Minako finally spoke; with mirth glistening her crimson pools.
"You gotta stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
But Minako only grins, remaining silent despite Yukari's heated glare.
"Never mind."
Yukari was about to speak up again until Minako sat up from her seat, putting her arms behind her head with the biggest smirk Yukari has ever seen. She doesn't know what's on the rebel's mind until the troublemaker spoke with feigned interest.
"Hey, what's composition?"
Her voice purposely loud for the teacher—Ms. Toriumi, to hear. The woman didn't respond, opting to ignore the rebel much to the latter's displeasure. Yukari doesn't want to say anything, waiting with bated breath when Minako's lips open again.
"Are we gonna like, compose music or something?"
Minako grinned triumphantly when the students in the room started giggling from her comment. Yukari gave a defeated sigh, knowing very well what's going to be happening in the next few minutes. But a wry smile covers her lips and Yukari raises a hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle. Everyone in the room cringed in pain—minus Minako, when the older woman purposely scraped her white chalk against the black board in obvious annoyance. The teacher reluctantly turned to face the class, sending heated and disappointed glares to every student before dropping her sights to the cause of it all. Yukari was impressed when Minako remained non-chalant despite Toriumi's pointed stare, arms still behind her head with that wide infectious smile plastered on her face.
"No, Minako-san," the woman starts, shutting a boy hidden near the far side of a corner, up; his snickers dying instantly. "You would know if you paid attention in class."
Minako merely shrugged. Yukari couldn't keep from rolling her eyes at her seatmate's indifference, but she was still slightly amused.
"But I don't wanna listen!"
"Minako-san," she heaved a heavy breath, shaking her head at her student's distaste for learning and behaving, "please settle down or else I will have to do something about your behavior." No one had seen it coming despite the sly smirk playing on Minako's lips. Yukari could only gape at her seatmate when she spoke,
"Ooh," she began, and Yukari felt like hurling when Minako licked her lips, expression that of a cheshire cat. "didn't know you were so kinky."
Slam.
Minako remained undeterred despite the very audible stomping of heeled boots looming ever-so nearer. Yukari jumped at the booming sound and it wasn't from Ms. Toriumi's text book. The teacher didn't seem to have the chance to respond to the transfer student's sly retort, preferring to let the student council president handle the spiraling situation as Mitsuru Kirijo strutted over to Minako's desk; expression masking that of an angry lion going after a scared-little-defenseless pig. Yukari mused that Minako however, was definitely not the latter.
Was Kirijo-senpai listening in? Yukari briefly wondered.
"Oh hey Mitsuru-senpai!" Her voice enthusiastic, opposite of what everyone else was feeling at the current moment as Kirijo made her way towards them, "Looking fabulous as ever." Minako wasn't fazed in the least when Kirijo-senpai slammed her hands against Yukari's poor table, scarlet eyes seething with venom as she locked a bout with the rebel. Yukari could only shrink back, shoulders inward as she tried to keep herself from getting in the way of their intense staring contest.
"You have gorgeous irises," Minako stated, her smirk only growing wider when the woman said nothing, "I see you can't seem to turn away from my enchanting eyes." Yukari scoffed, concluding that this girl had some sort of death wish. Mitsuru merely ignored the comments.
"Arisato, if you don't behave, I assure you that I will—"
"Kiss you?" The room was deathly silent, atmosphere increasing with tension ten-fold that Yukari was positive that she could slice the air clean like butter. Everyone was holding their breath, waiting for hell to come down upon them any second. Yukari found it hard to breathe; being stuck in the middle of two proud and stubborn people that it was inevitable that she'll be caught in the coming crossfire. Minako continued to speak—much to Yukari's dismay in fear for her life, when Kirijo remained silent. "Make love to you? Make your body writhe with consuming pleasure?" Yukari wanted to slap, beat, pulverize the rebel for even attempting to joke with the student council president.
And with dirty jokes! Yukari thought, her light-brown eyes widening in utter horror when she realized Minako was still digging her grave.
"—That I'll keep you up all night long while I—"
"Minako!" Yukari couldn't hold it in anymore, screaming to intervene in hopes of avoiding huge collateral damage; she really doesn't want to die just yet.
"What?" Oh great, Minako pretending like everything was totally fine? That things were just normal and that nothing would happen? Did she not understand the weight of her demonic words to Mitsuru Kirijo?
"Arisato..." Yukari glanced up warily from her seat to see Kirijo's furious face. But a clueless gaze lingered beneath those scarlet pools and Yukari gawked at the realization as to why those graceful brows furrowed in concentration.
She—she doesn't understand the meaning behind those words?
Yukari wanted to slap them both silly.
Ding,
"Oh, well look at the time!" Minako stood up abruptly, the screech of her chair snapping Yukari from her thoughts and she sees Mitsuru stretch in an attempt to stop the girl from leaving. "Schools over so," she sidesteps Kirijo's hands, successfully getting out of the student council president's reach, "I'll see you tomorrow!" Mitsuru was about to say something then, but the rebel took off before she had a chance.
Yukari didn't miss the small wry smile gracing the student council president's lips.
It wasn't a surprise that the events from yesterday were the current topics of today's gossip. Everywhere Yukari went, students chattered about how Minako was so brave, cool, crazy, and courageous to talk to Mitsuru so casually like that. Of course, Ms. Toriumi didn't approve but there was little she could do; only glare and sigh dejectedly when the rebel would just beam a cheeky smile in response. It's lunch now, eating at the same table—the 'Minako table', as the rebel opted to put it, while they spoke about useless and carefree things.
"Why were you hurt the other day?"
Minako only shrugs while poking at Yukari's food with her chopstick. Yukari slaps it away, earning her a low growl from the rebel as she hurriedly reaches again for another attempt. The food was a little too soggy for the troublemaker's taste.
"Well, you should be more careful," the lighter-brunette of the two says, clearing away a dirty smudge from the rebel's cheek—much to Minako's pleasure. She efficiently avoided the cut that was still marred there and Minako only gives her a grateful smile in return. "not that I care or anything." Yukari ignored the dark-haired brunette when she rolled her eyes.
Yukari continues to discreetly check for more injuries—if any, and felt thankful that there was nothing new etched on the rebel. Bandages still covered her face, but it wasn't going to stay on for too long.
"Hey, do you like me?"
It wasn't that odd coming from Minako, (being random) as she stared at Yukari expectantly for a response to her rather off-topic question. Yukari furrowed her thin brows in curiosity, cautious of where this was going.
"...No."
"Hesitation meant otherwise."
Yukari blanched at Minako's growing smirk.
"Sh-shut up!"
"Stuttering proves my point."
"..."
"Silence equals defeat."
Yukari won't bother trying anymore, shrugging away Minako's ecstatic expression.
"Whatever."
Yukari doesn't miss the warm look of relief washing over the rebel's features. She had to strain her ears to hear Minako's almost-inaudible whisper.
"And pretending to be indifferent means yes."
Was that sweet? Or was that too much fluff for your teeth? Should I tone down a little on the cuteness factor? Ah yes, there are also indeed no personas in this story.