A soft breeze settles over the hillside as I make my way down towards the town, rays from the midday sun bathe the surrounding environment with vibrancy and seem to dispel the sky of clouds, the collective chirping of birds create a natural symphony that puts the finishing touch on the idyllic scenery laid out in front of me.
 
I take in the peaceful atmosphere with a deep breath and let it flow out as a sigh of content, briefly appreciating that my condition exempts me from gym classes. Usually, my free periods are spent reading in the library, but having to choke down the worm-food that the cafeteria claims to be 'breakfast' encouraged me to put a stronger priority on stocking up food in advance. Besides, how could I possibly be expected to stay indoors on a day like this?
 
The tranquility is stricken from me when wailing and the familiar sound of a bike bell dinging at about forty ticks per second reaches my ears. Before I can get turn to meet the source of the disturbance, my instincts take over as I register a speeding blur in my peripheral vision, forcing myself to strafe out of the way before I meet a bad end.
 
The distance between us amounts to a hair's length, the screeching of tires on the pavement pounding in my eardrums as the biker skids past me and submits their control to the downhill velocity. I look on hypnotized as their bike collapses sideways and drags across several feet with a sharp scrapping sound. Deciding that this is no time to stand about and wince, I hurry over to them and assess the damage.
 
Lifting the bike off their quivering form, I get a closer look at the victim. A pair of delicate thighs and bountiful chest define a feminine body beneath the layers of protective pads situated across her body, complete with a peach motorcycle helmet that protrude a pair of hair buns either side. Her red safety shirt and dark maroon bike shorts only serve to accentuate her curvaceous figure as they stretch around her generous assets.
 
“Hey are you okay, should I call for help?” I question whilst feeling about for my cell phone in the worse case scenario.
 
A weak groan makes its way up to me followed by a couple of light coughs. I can't make out any signs of blood and her limbs seem to pointing where they're supposed to. Good, it looks like she's just been winded. I reach down to help support her upright again and give her a bit of space.
 
“Oww~ it hurts” she manages to utter between coughs. After getting a grip of her surroundings, her visor snaps in my direction and lets out a muffled yelp “Hisao!? Oh gosh, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry! Are you okay? Did I hit you, are you hurt? I-I tried to stop my bike, but the breaks weren't doing anything and I kept tumbling towards you so I tried to swerve out of the way, which is when the breaks kicked in and I lost control, I'm sorry!” I barely manage to catch what she says as she begins bowing rapidly mid-sentence, but I could recognize that squeaky tone and hasty demeanor anywhere.
 
“Yuuko, I'm fine, really, you didn't hit anybody, see?” I gesture towards my body, hoping to reassure her, I can't tell if it helps or not, her black visor obscuring her face, “I'm more worried about you, you're the one who crashed at God knows what speed, are you all right?” my forehead creases with worry, her concern for others is touching, but she needs to look out for herself too.
 
She takes a moment to lift her visor up to reveal her face. Her smooth skin and freckled cheeks lack their trademark spectacles, her dotted by the occasional drop of sweat here and there and her hair tucked neatly behind the frame of her helmet. A pair of murky green eyes contorted with worry meet my own, a sight which brings a smile to my lips, in part to reassure her, but mostly it's due to her adorable expression as her lips waver slightly, opening and closing unsure whether to press me for more or answer my question.
 
Eventually, her features relax as she settles on a response; “I'll be fine. My legs feel a little sore from the impact, b-but I think the padding took most of the damage so you don't have to worry about me! Besides, this isn't the worst thing that's happened to me, not by a long shot heheh.” she gives a wistful chuckle, probably reflecting on more disastrous outcomes.
 
“I'm glad you're safe, but why on earth are you in such a rush? I never thought anybody could go faster than Emi” I remark teasingly. Instead of smiling though, her face scrunches up further in a bout of realization.
 
“Ah! That's right, I got so caught up sorting out a new shipment of books that I completely lost track of time. I was supposed to have been at work ten minutes ago” her torrent comes to a halt and her face changes to that of curiosity, “w-wait what about you, isn't it usually time for class?”
 
“I was on my way into town to get a bit of shopping done, I, uh, I'm allowed to cut gym class.” I settle on that, letting Yuuko know about my condition after this incident might put her into a coma. I don't really feel like sharing that detail about myself anyway.
 
“I see,” knowing not to pry any further, Yuuko seems to let the conversation drop there before suddenly beaming, she picks up her bike and positions herself back over it and turns her head to me, “I know! Why don't I give you a lift back down to the Shanghai? I can make you some lunch while we're there, it's the least I can do to make up for this” her voice almost carries a pleading tone to it.
 
I consider declining her request since it was honestly no bother to me, but breakfast hardly filled me up and a free lunch is always welcome as far as my budget is concerned. It begs the question though...
 
“How are you going to manage to ride with two of us on that thing. We'll wind up crashing again” I can't risk having that happen to me.
 
“It'll be okay, I promise! The slope past the school gate is the tricky part. The rest will be a cinch” she retorts. It's true, the hardest part of this hill is the last stretch up to the school itself which we've just passed and with two of us weighing the bike down she should be able to cycle at a steady pace.
 
“Where am I going to sit then? There's only one seat” as a healthy adolescent male, being in close proximity to a girl is obviously going to be a hard affair for me.
 
“The chair, obviously” she pats it twice, if she feels any hesitation about sharing a seat with a guy, she hides it well.
 
Swallowing, I steel my nerves and take a seat towards the far end of the stool to give Yuuko some room to sit on. Happy with my position, Yuuko pulls her visor back down and faces forward, sliding across the stool and settling her plump cheeks square against my groin, fidgeting slightly to get comfortable, the sensation turning my face beat red.
 
A few seconds fly by with my groin digging into her before she turns her head back towards me, oh no she can't feel it can sh--
 
“What are you waiting for then? Put your arms around me.” She states flatly without missing a beat. Good, she can't tell. Still, being so close to Yuuko feels a little inappropriate.
 
It has been a couple of weeks since I've attended Yamaku, not really making the time to join any clubs or befriend anyone, I end up at the library almost every day and during that time I got a little acquainted with Yuuko. At the very least I deemed her as the sort of person that would start to panic if someone were to grab her inexplicably, hell she panics when someone just asks her a simple question, I wonder if she could honestly manage this without having a panic attack along the way.
 
“Yuuko, Where do I, uh, that is, my hands...” a feeble attempt of communication. Come on, Hisao, get a grip, figuratively and literally.
 
However, before I can continue Yuuko snatches both of my arms places them firmly around her waist, her soft body filling my arms as they sink into the contours of her figure, flesh pressing up against me lightly. A warmth spreads throughout my chest at her sudden use of force and I have to close my eyes and take a few deep breaths to try and calm my racing heartbeat.
 
…
 
Alright, I think the moment has passed, I'll let Yuuko know I'm ready to ri--
 
Suddenly my body jerks into her as she pushes down on the peddle and charges downhill, my heart resumes throbbing once again, you could have at least asked if I was ready.
 
This is going to be a bumpy ride...
 
 
Excluding an unfortunate incident where we had to swerve past the entirety of Nomiya's physique on one of his rare strolls into town, we eventually arrived at the Shanghai without any issues. Yuuko finishes securing her bike and unlocks the back entrance of the Shanghai, gesturing me enter first. I guess she sees me as a friend right now rather than a customer, a pleasant thought to say the least.
 
The interior of the kitchen offers a lot of room for movement, cupboards and draws have been labeled and appliances arranged all to a borderline obsessive degree, I guess Yuuko's neurotic personality extends to everything. The ambient whirr of various cooling units fill the silence of a seemingly deserted Shanghai, the only evidence of anybody having used the facility recently is a small note left on a counter for Yuuko. She gives it a brief glance before seeming to get the general gist of the message.
 
“I guess I better get everything set up, the boss usually heads out around this time since we get so few customers at this time of day.” she explains whilst unstrapping her protective gear, somehow managing to flawlessly fit her chestnut hair-buns through her helmet without ruining their shape.
 
“Wait a minute, he just leaves you here on your own? Who prepares the meals for customers then?”
 
“The boss says that I have to earn my paycheck. B-besides, nobody else is around to do it so I'm stuck with it. He made me learn how to cook all the recipes, yet I haven't seen an increase in my wages for it at all, this wasn't part of the job description,” Yuuko trails off looking a bit hurt, “I wish I could quit...”
 
That's news to me. The thought never crossed my mind that Yuuko was the one making the meals when I came down here with the student council, I can't help feeling a little sorry for her. It must drive her crazy worrying about the customer's standards, but she honestly makes some amazing food. I should make a note to compliment her the next time I come down here.
 
Removing the last piece of protective clothing, revealing a plain white shirt beneath her reflective vest. After putting her gear away and slipping on her glasses, Yuuko begins to make her way around the kitchen setting up whatever it is she needs to work with. It seems like a practiced motion that she's gone through several times before, yet takes each step with rigid delicacy like one small slip up would ruin the whole process.
 
I continue to watch her for a little while longer, she's so caught up I begin to think that she's forgotten about me, so I let out a firm cough. Realizing my presence once more, a blush breaks out across her face and she begins to make a fuss waving her hands about.
 
“Hisao! S-sorry, I completely forgot I'm so used to working on my own at this time I-uh, j-just take a seat over there... no that's no good. Here, I'll take you to your seat,” guiding me towards a table close to the counter, she dashes to the front door and unlocks it before running back over to me, “T-there, we're open so I'll treat you like a customer now, I'm sorry. P-please, remain seated and I'll be out with you in a moment.” She gives a couple of deep bows, before setting off again, not giving herself any moment to relax.
 
As she heads back towards the kitchen, she looks up and notices something on the ceiling, which leads to a heavy sigh and a troubled expression. She disappears out back for a brief moment before returning with a stepladder.
 
“Going to hunt for Santa Clause?” I quip, hoping to get a chuckle from her. She stops in place and gives me a stern expression, clutching the ladder toward her like a teddy, I have a feeling I said something bad...
 
“Hisao, Santa Clause was a myth originating from the deeds of a man called Nikolaos of Myra, it's extremely unlikely he will be on the ceiling of the Shanghai and in the first place that myth...” my joke somehow segued into a full blown lecture, is she that passionate about history or doesn't she have a basic grasp on humor? After a small rant she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes before looking back at me earnestly, “b-besides, if I believed in Santa, Hoteiosho won't bring me any presents” ...isn't that one of the deities of fortune? I'm beginning to think Yuuko is just hopelessly naïve instead.
 
“So you don't celebrate Christmas then? No, never mind that, what's the ladder for?” I ask, deciding to stay on topic.
 
“Well my boss hates wasting money so he fitted in a universal plug for anything that doesn't need to be kept on. He's put it so far up though and he turns it off every time he goes out and I can't reach it so I have to use this thing. I keep telling him to just leave it on if he knows I'm coming, five minutes won't make a difference, but money is money he says...” she mutters crestfallen as she positions the step ladder next to the counter, I look up from there and notice a switch on the wall leading to the kitchen room.
 
As Yuuko begins her ascent, she stops and turns to look at me ”and to answer your first question, Hisao,” her eyes close and her mouth curls into an innocent smile, “I love Christmas, I hope you're looking forward to your present, Hisao” she sweetly adds before continuing her climb up the ladder.
 
Her remark catches me off guard, she worries about her salary so much that I would think buying me anything would be the last thought on her mind. I stare a little while longer at her as she proceeds to climb, it makes me wonder why she's not more popular with the males at Yamaku or with men in general for that matter, I've never seen her with a boyfriend, I can't honestly say why...
 
Her personality is great, sure she worries a little too much over things, but I think it's cute that she's so concerned for everyone's well being and trying to be the best she can be. She always has the right thing to say when it matters too, I think back to how profound she was back on my second day at Yamaku, if she didn't cheer me up there I would have been a lot more distraught over scaring Hanako. I guess it takes a degree of understanding to work at a school for disabled students, but Yuuko seems like she genuinely cares for everyone that comes into her life, she even made special note of remembering my name out of the countless students who come in and out of the library.
 
A rattling sound and the sight of Yuuko's legs shivering snap me out of my train of thought, I raise from my seat and grip the stepladder to stabilize her shaking.
 
“Hey, take it easy. If your legs are still hurting from earlier, you should have asked me to do it for you” I scold her
 
“N-no, absolutely not. It's the employee's job to sort everything out, I couldn't impose on you” her panicking begins to shake the stepladder a little bit more. Boy, she doesn't go down without a fight, does she?
 
“Yuuko you won't be able to do anything if you end up pushing yourself too much. Let me do at least this much, okay?” I muster the best smile I can to calm her down.
 
My cooing seems to have worked as her features relax a little and continues to take shaky steps up the ladder, although this proximity is a severe danger zone for me. I'm reminded the other reason why she should be a total guy magnet.
 
A mixed scent of sweat and vanilla permeates from her body, flowing into my lungs and sending my brain into a state of euphoria, I note that drips of sweat from the journey has stained her shirt, making it slightly translucent and revealing a creamy shade of white skin beneath. Between the outfits she wears at the library and her maid outfit, she manages to hide away a perfectly crafted body that curves and dips in at all the right places, whilst having just the right amount of weight to give her a delectable amount of substance that beats out most of the girls I've met at Yamaku in terms of sex appeal.
 
Don't get me started on the freckles.
 
Letting my eyes trace along her body, I gaze at her lower back intently. Drips of sweat trail from her back, gliding across her shorts and down her thighs, the most trail in it's wake tempting me to have a taste of her silky thighs. It doesn't help that the fabric of her shorts clings so snugly around her ample hips, outlining enough detail to send my imagination running wild.
 
Feeling a stirring throughout my body, I shift my gaze back upwards to try and shake my mind off of my urges, Yuuko is getting closer to her goal now, reaching out towards the switch.
 
“Almost... got it...!” Yuuko exclaims with a grunt of triumph, but she falls short of her target and loses balance, which winds up making her kick the stepladder underneath her feet fall back into m—woah!
 
“Ah!”
 
I frantically make a grab for her, but the my hands don't make it in time and my body carries the majority of her weight, I only manage wrap my arms uselessly around her as I try to stay standing, but I ultimately fail and stumble back taking Yuuko with me, the pair of us wailing as we fall down.
 
THUD
 
We crash behind the counter with about as much finesse as a drunk elephant, thankfully I was just able to cushion our fall. As I go to ask Yuuko if she's alright, my voice vibrates in my ear. Odd, did I fall face first into the ground? That can't be it, the cushion-like pressure on my face is too soft for that.
 
Strange, I go to feel the object pushing down on top of me, the texture my hands meet is strangely soft as I brush my fingers along the smooth surface until they touch a new material, still soft, but more akin to little ridges of woven fabrics. I finally open my eyes to find an expanse of maroon blanketed by white stretching over my head.
 
My face is buried underneath Yuuko's waist, the realization causing me to inhale sharply sending Yuuko's scent through my senses once more and sending pings of pleasure throughout my chest.
 
The pressure isn't an uncomfortable one, a mixture of Yuuko's supple flesh and the smooth fabric of her bike shorts feels more like a weighted pillow. Not only that, but this unmistakable softness that nudges against my chin can only be one thing, I let out a gasp only to have the air collect on her behind and heat the area, making the contact between us even more noticeable and stirring me into the deep end even further.
 
Yuuko doesn't seem up to speed yet, only just getting her bearings, she unwittingly positions her warmth over my mouth as she sits back, it's shape sinking around my face and sending new thrills throughout my body. It doesn't stop there, as she leans forward to pick up her glasses, she slides across my face digging my nose lightly into her warmth, before she smoothly trails back down to my mouth again.
 
“Aww, Hisao are you okay?” her innocent question snaps the last shred of decency in me as her voice sends mild vibrations across her body, sinking her around me even more.
 
I can't stand it. I take a deep breath and open my mouth.
 
“Hisao? You're not—Hiii~! H-Hisao! W-what are you doi—ah-ahh~” my tongue plunges at her surface and attack her senses through her clothes, thrashing back and forth uncontrollably, feeling out her every inch. Yuuko's complaints steadily drown out as I explore her, slowly become replaced by barely coherent mewls and gasps.
 
I break off to take in more air, then clamp my mouth around her once more, letting my tongue make long sweeping motions along her. My saliva stains her shorts further and begins piercing through the elasticity, my tongue gliding more directly across her features. I bury my face into her even further and start making circular patterns with my tongue as I sink deeper into her flesh, making a mockery of the fabric that separates us.
 
Yuuko collapses forward overthrown by sensation, only managing “y-o'u~” and “'sao~” between ragged breaths, her arms barely supporting her as she leans forward. I repeat the process for getting my breath back, before plummeting back in each time with increased vigor, my hands find their way to her thighs once again and feel across her thighs, fingers dipping into her shorts reaching out for her warmth.
 
The boundary between fabric and flesh feels almost non existent at this point, my mouth creating a rhythm to derive more pleasure from her; exhaling, sucking, kneading and plunging my tongue into her, Yuuko flinching and gasping in accordance to each attack.
 
Eventually she begins to pick up on the pattern and starts grinding her hips across my face, using the extra leverage to get more pleasure. I begin to taste her own juices leaking out from her panties, increasing the wetness between us and leaving damp trails where she grinds, sparking my body to unconsciously dip up toward her when her body slides over my mouth.
 
Seconds feel like hours as my tongue becomes increasingly immersed in her essence, sinking my moans of desire into her as she begins mewling my name in between breaths, “H—H'shaoo~,” she continues to quiver above me and tug at her panties, trying to shake off the barrier between us.
 
Our act stops for a brief moment as she rises to pull down her shorts and panties partway across her thighs and lay across me, offering herself to my will completely. One of her hands snakes up her shirt and begins to make a rubbing motion causing her body to shake even more and let out tiny whimpers.
 
When I begin to performance again, the raw sensation of her body sends my lust overdrirve. In place of drenched cotton is her warmth exposed in all it's glory; cute hairs cling together alluringly from the combination of our efforts, tiny streams trickle across her thighs and down my throat.
 
My assault begins anew with increased fervor as I sink deeper into her; pushing against her inner walls and caressing her nub with the tip of my tongue, all of which bring forth a series of satisfied whimpers from Yuuko as she leans into me.
 
I feel her free hand come across my groin and pulling at my pants, reaching within as delicately as she can between shivers of ecstasy, tugging down the cloth blocking her from her target. Exposed, she begins to feel along my extremity, applying a gentle force up and down it's length trying to work at her own pace, but inevitably getting caught up in the tempo of my feast. Her soft fingers exert more pressure and her motions progressively increase in speed.
 
We continue to please one another for a while, the sounds of our passion echoing throughout the cafe, our excitement creating a lust-fueled aroma around us. Her hand proceeds to accelerate even further, sending frequent jolts of joy throughout my entire system and evoking involuntary moans from me.
 
I return the favor by lightly nibbling on her nub, teasing it back and forth in my mouth and sliding the tip of my tongue across it's surface, causing Yuuko to let loose a stream of short breaths before collapsing with a satisfying moan yet as she draws to a climax, arching her back sharply pushing her weight into me as her lust pours from her, wrapping me in her soft embrace before dropping back down over me. She steadily lifts her head from me and glances towards my my groin, her mouth parted, her head leaning inward
 
I can feel her breath gasping just a few inches away, drawing me to her, the condensation making me quiver in anticipation, getting closer...
 
 
 
 
BAM!
 
 
 
 
“WAHAHAHA~ Yuu-chan are you here?”
 
Oh no.
 
Why do you have to pick today of all days to cut class, stupid council!?
 
The counter obscures us from their sight, thankfully, but it's only a matter of time if they continue their approach.
 
As if struck by a million volts, Yuuko immediately flies up, bashing her head along the way, and proceeds to pull off the greatest acts I've ever witnessed;
 
“Welcome to the Shanghaaaaiiee, t-thank you for patronizing this est-ah!-blishment~”
 
Well almost the greatest. She must still be experiencing the afterglow of orgasm flowing through her since she can barely stand; clinging to the counter for support with one hand whilst the other tries to tug up her bottoms. Following her example, I decide to pull my pants over my unfinished business and remain concealed. God dammit, why...
 
“Hi hi~ we'll have the usua—hey is everything alright, Yuu-chan? You seem worn out~ What's that Shicchan? Oh yeah, why is there a ladder on the floor? Wahaha~” she translates, please don't come any closer, any excuses Yuuko could think of would be blown out of the park if they pick up on our scent...
 
“W-w-well I was running late b-because I was organizing the books in the library so then I had to get on my bike and ride down here as fast as possible which is why I'm sweating and then I had to set everything up before I could get changed for work but then I noticed the switches had been turned off which is where this ladder came from and then I fell as I was reaching it and then I lost my glasses when I fell down which is why I'm behind the counter and IneedmyglassesforwhenImoffworkandthenyoutwocameandsuprisedmeandIhitmyheadonthewayupandImsomessyIdidntevengetachancetochangeyetsonowImpanickingbecauseImterribleatmyjob!” She concludes by taking several deep breaths.
 
“"Yuu-chan, slow down I can barely keep up. Hm? Yeah, that's a good idea Shicchan! Misha can help you out-wait I'm Misha, Wahaha~! I'll be happy to help” I hear footsteps pick up, oh please don't, that's a terrible idea Misha, please don't listen to Shizune for once.
 
“Here give me that ladde-”
 
“No! No no no no no no! P-p-please let me do my job, y-you two just take your seats I'll have everything sorted out in a moment. J-just let me change while you two relax” a hysterical shriek freezes everyone in the room. I look up to get a good look at her face, she's practically crying. Damn it, I feel awful now. I should have known better to start something like this in a public place, let alone her own work environment.
 
Taken aback by her sudden demands, Misha is quiet for a moment before replying, “Hm~ okay then, Yuu-chan, if you insist. You don't need to cry~ We'll be patient, right, Shicchan?”
 
With that, Yuuko glances down at me for a moment looking as apologetic as I feel. Double guilt trip, you're not to blame Yuuko...
 
She dashes out to the back before anyone can get a good look at her ruined shorts, leaving me along with the council. Deciding that I couldn't sneak out from here, I lie underneath the counter listening out for the student council's movements, they seemed to have settled on a table which almost makes me slip a sigh of relief.
 
A few minutes pass as Yuuko finishes her morning ritual and starts tending to the student council properly now, that in itself must be a huge relief in a normal circumstance, in this situation her heart must be pounding, it's good thing that she doesn't have my condition. Taking their order she heads back to make their early lunch.
 
...I'm going to be here for a while aren't I?
 
Finding the wooden surface uninteresting, I settle for watching brief glimpses of Yuuko as she flits back and forth to serve them. When the smell of food sneaks out from the kitchen my stomach begins churn, I guess this is my punishment then? Better than the scandal of getting caught I suppose.
 
Just as I'm about to accept my fate however, Yuuko begins pacing towards my direction, sure that nobody is watching her, she settles a sandwich down in front me. I glance up at her, her expression remaining still and slightly unkempt, but when our eyes meet a small blush creeps on her face and she offers a weak smile.
 
Yuuko, you're too good for a lowlife like me. I word a mouth a word of thanks and begin working on my second feast as she begins tending to the store once more.
 
*********************
 
After ordering a couple more servings, the student council decide to take their leave. The store now free of intruders, I lift myself up from behind the counter and look toward Yuuko, her eyes remaining closed, no doubt relieved that they're gone. When her eyes open again, they meet with mine briefly before she motions me to head towards the back entrance.
 
We stop at the door, not really sure what to say to each other looking everywhere else except at each other. This continues on for about a minute before I decide one of us has to break the silence.
 
“Yuuko. I didn't mean to... I just got caught up in the moment and couldn't resist myself. I'm sorry”
 
She considers my words for an instant before letting out a short giggle and bringing her hands together.
 
“Don't be sorry, Hisao, I'm not guilt-free of having a few...urges myself. I-I haven't had relief like that in a long time, between two jobs and my studies for university I... I guess I needed the closure more than I thought heheh,” her gaze but looks downward and begins to babble “I-I'm sorry I ruined your plans for today. A-and for almost running you over... And having to serve you lunch on the floor... And getting you worked up over me... a-and..." she looks away from me, "not being able to return the favor” her blush intensifies at that as she fiddles with her glasses.
 
I lean in and steal a kiss from her, evoking a muffled squeal before she returns the kiss. We stay connected for a while before I break it off.
 
“Just make it up to me later then haha” I quip at her teasingly, but she takes the gesture with sincerity, nodding determinedly and bringing her hands together once more.
 
“Yeah, o-of course I will” she replies enthusiastically, I was only kidding, but I won't deny her if she's offering. I make for the door with a smile plastered on my face.
 
“Looking forward to it Yuuko. Don't run yourself ragged and try to take it easy”
 
“But I can't take it easy, I have to do a good job for the customers---” I cut her off with one more kiss before I turn to start walking down the steps, stealing on last look at her before I turn the corner, she waves me off from the back entrance a glimmering smile, making her look even more radiant than she already is.
 
Basking in the shine of the sun once more, I begin my walk back up the long hill unable to shake off the grin on my face, my surroundings seem even more colorful than before and the wind brushing through my hair relaxes my every muscle.
 
I think my life at Yamaku is about to become rather interesting...