5. Short Skirt
Sailor Raspberry
372 Words
Usagi strode into the arcade with confidence, swaying her hips in a fluid motion, or as much as she could sway without falling to the floor.
Her bright eyes swept around the room, noting the approving glances she received, a smile spreading on her lips as she spotted an all to familiar mop of ebony-colored hair.
Running suddenly nervous fingers through her pigtails, she sash-shayed over to the counter, adjusting herself on a stool, crossing her legs.
"Hello, Mamoru," she greeted, batting her eyelashes at him, resting her chin in her palm.
Mamoru nodded, eyes never leaving his text book. "Hey, Odango."
Usagi bit her lip, glaring at the man beside her. "Watcha reading?" she asked, crossing her arms over his shoulder.
Mamoru stiffened, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. "A chemistry book...Why?"
Usagi smiled, glad that she caught his attention. "Oh, no reason...Curiosity got the best of me, is all."
"Yes, well, I need to finish this chapter, so if you don't mind..."
Usagi frowned, feeling tears burn her eyes. "God, Mamoru! You really are a baka!"
With that said, she jumped from the stool, tripping over her heels, her arms flailing in circles.
"EEP!" Usagi screeched loudly, falling to the floor in a none too graceful manner. Mamoru's eyes grew impossibly wide, his cheeks turning crimson.
"Odango-atama! What in the world are you wearing?" He hissed, pulling her up from the ground and slipping off his jacket. "That skirt is way to short to be wearing in public!" He tied the sleeves around her waist, peering around the arcade, sending harsh glares at anyone who was watching.
Usagi beamed, her hands rising to her cheeks. "So, you mean you like it?"
Mamoru's jaw dropped, his face turning a shade of red again. "Well, I don't think you should consider it like that, but-."
Usagi slung her arms around his neck, planting a kiss on his one of his burning cheeks. "I'm so glad! I just knew you'd like it!"
With that, she spun around, darting from the arcade, Mamoru's jacket flapping around her as she went.
Mamoru gulped, picking up his forgotten text book, his fingertips brushing across his cheek. "I'm going to need a cold shower..."