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“Have you finally succumbed to brain trauma Ikishima? When you speak to me, at least make an effort to articulate your thoughts.” The president seemed as calm as ever but Sayaka could tell she was annoyed at having been interrupted.
Midari walked a few steps into the room and put her hands on her hips. “I WOULD have succumbed to brain trauma if you’d have kept your promise already. But here I am walking around as healthy as ever.” She spat her last sentence, disgusted.
Runa raised an eyebrow under her hoodie and muttered “Questionable…”
Sayaka’s temper flared at Midari’s accusation. She glared at the council member. “The president never reneges on her promises.”
The one eyed girl let out a choked giggle. “I suppose you’re here to make sure she doesn't, right? Midari was practically panting at this point. “Tell me Sayaka, how do you punish her when she doesn’t live up to expectations?”
“Well… I... “
Before the secretary could continue, Ririka strode across the room and put her hand to Sayaka’s mouth. “Please…. I don’t want to know.”
The younger girl tried to shake her head and explain that Ririka had nothing to worry about but her struggles only made Ririka hold on tighter till she had wrestled the secretary to the floor. While Kirari looked on in amusement, Itsuki pushed her way into the room and tugged on Midari’s sleeve. “What’s a bottom?”
“Really? You rip people’s nails off for fun but you don’t know what a bottom is?”
“Well in my defence it’s not like we actually learn anything in this school…”
Everyone paled at the offhand criticism of the academy and turned to Kirari who had been observing the room with quiet amusement. She shrugged. “Sue me.”
Sayaka’s adrenaline spiked at the thought of anyone suing the president and she gained the strength she needed to claw her way out of Ririka’s grasp. “President! You shouldn’t joke about something like that.”
“Why not Sayaka? It could be fun...you spent so much time locked in my office today, I got bored.” For a second Sayaka could have sworn she saw the president pout, but the expression was gone before she could register it. “Ah well, I’ll just need to find some other form of entertainment. This will do, please continue.”
Sayaka tilted her head, puzzled. “Continue what, President?”
“Weren’t you about to reprimand me? You must have brought that ruler from my office for a reason.” The President smiled sweetly. “Please don’t let me dissuade you from your earlier intentions.”
Ririka looked as if she would be ill. Even with her mask in place Sayaka could feel the burning of her eyes pleading her to not do anything weird to her sister… at least not while she was present.
Sayaka HAD intended to reprimand the president, to ask her to stop reading into those damn AO3 stories so heavily, but the ruler had nothing to do with it. Why was everyone so focused on the simple measuring tool? She looked at it incredulously and then at everyone else. They were all staring at her expectantly. Sayaka did the only thing that made sense. She gingerly took the President’s hand and raised the ruler. Everyone gasped, not quite believing the usually demure secretary had it in her. Their reaction made no sense, but Sayaka continued, not quite sure what else to do. She slowly lowered the tool so it rested beside the President’s hand and proudly stated “President, your hand seems to be an average size for someone of your age and height.”
The silence following Sayaka’s proclamation was deafening. Even Kirari looked surprised by her secretary's choice of action. Midari was the first to break.
“NOOOOOO SAYAKA! You were meant to HIT her with it.”
Sayaka looked horrified at the idea of striking her beloved President. “I could never do that, are you insane?” She immediately regretted her choice of words, understanding who she was talking to. Of course Midari was insane. She turned to look at Kirari to gauge her reaction to the insane suggestion.
The President looked thoughtful. “I don’t remember reading anything on AO3 about you ever hitting me, it could be a new experience.”
A new voice joined the conversation. “Well, there was one story I read, but it doesn’t really count since it wasn’t a real slap. It was called “Mutton” written by Big_Crabtree. You should really hit her much harder than that.”
Ririka raised an eyebrow. When had Mary arrived and why was she reading stories written about her sister and Sayaka?
Mary picked up on the un-asked question. “Don’t get the wrong idea, I just Googled Hitting Kirari and making her feel pain. Unfortunately, there was nothing good.
Kirari brought her hand to her face, a little concerned about Mary’s choice of extracurricular research. “I’ve never been one to judge, Mary. But if you’re into that sort of thing, you should really be pursuing my sister.” She smiled slyly. “I have no interest in you.”