A/N:
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High Heels
Tch. Izumi Miyamura knotted his eyebrows together, watching a woman obviously in her twenties wobbling in her pencil-thin black heels.
Seriously, he couldn't understand why women like to wear such dangerous shoes? Whoever invented them? Women tottering shoes like that will break their neck if they loose their balance.
Pulling his backpack closer to his shoulder, he hurried along the street leading up to one of the frequently used side entrances on the east side of their university campus. Professor Akihito from his Humanities class will have his neck if he is late one more time this week. How troublesome.
Up ahead, he could see some of his classmates hurrying along too.
He suddenly skidded to a stop.
A few steps away from him, wearing fire-engine red high heel shoes, a black skirt and a white, ruffled blouse causing human traffic go on a standstill: Kyoko Hori.
He could feel his mouth dropping open. His Kyoko looking absolutely sexy with mile-long legs enhanced by heels.
"K-kyoko?" He blurted out before he could stop himself.
She turned when she heard his voice. "Oh, Izumi!" She made an awkward step towards him, wobbled and almost stumbled.
He quickly reached out to steady her, his hand automatically snaking around her slender waist.
She looked up, her face bright red with mortification. "I am so sorry! It's just that, we have a presentation and we have to dress up like we are supposed to attend a business meeting."
He slowly broke into a smile, still unable to let her go. "Careful there. I don't want you to twist your ankle or something." He said, amused.
"I know. I hate these shoes, but my team insisted we should look our best for the presentation." She said sheepishly, pulling her large purse securely over one shoulder and struggled with a thick file folder. "I wish we didn't have to talk in front of the class." She bit her lower lip.
He couldn't take his eyes off her. Kyoko looks so adorably flustered by her outfit, and he can judge from her expression that she is nervous on her presentation.
Without even thinking, he swiped her folder and gripped her hand tightly, eliciting a surprise look on her face.
"You'll do fine. Just stand up straight, pretend you are talking to your closest friends. In the meantime, I will walk you over to your class. I don't want you to ruin your pretty outfit if you trip stumble again." He said.
Her surprised expression was replaced by a slow smile. "How thoughtful of you. And yes, I would be delighted if you walk me all the way."
Izumi Miyamura felt his heart thud loudly. Whatever his opinion about high heels earlier, this time, he would make an exception. Whoever made those heels Kyoko Hori is wearing; he would salute him with a glass of beer tonight.
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