Deep within the heart of the school, in the oldest building, stood Megurine Luka. Her graceful form was in the corner of the room, crossing her arms elegantly. She looked about the familiar room, looking at its plush furniture, large window which showed the meadow, and the antique paintings on the walls. She disliked this room, which was home to the Student Council. Yes, she was the vice president, but not by choice. Her charm, beauty, and overpowering push from the rest of the council had gotten her elected.

The president, a girl named Meiko, was droning on. Most of the members were intently listening, but not Luka. Her mind was elsewhere, thinking of her darling Miku. Without a doubt, she would make her her own. A cute girl to have by her side at every minute, in love with her; that was Luka's dream. She dreamt of holding her hand, kissing her cheeks, cupping her face, hugging her tight...and then her thoughts strayed to the more lewd category. She smiled.

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Miku was hurriedly scribbling notes in her notebook. Math had never been her strong suit but she tried hard nonetheless. Finally there was a brief pause in the lesson for the students to get their notes together. Miku began absently doodling, and she drew a picture of a girl. Luka, to be specific. The picture alone made her blush as she thought of the kiss.

It was...her first kiss. And she hoped Luka would be the last to kiss her as well.