another snippet from the larger Miki story
 
The cafeteria has become unusually quiet as the pairs voices start to rise
“I’m surprised Hisao jumped on the first pair of tits to look at him. I thought he was better than that” Emi turns to storm off, satisfied that she’s gotten the final word in
 
“Oh? Well that would explain why he didn’t go crawling back to you, training bra” Miki snaps back before she can even get a step away. Her voice is uncharacteristically cold
The sound of the slap echoes throughout the now silent room. All eyes are on Miki and Emi, but neither seems to notice.
 
“I’ll let you get away with that one” Miki says as she rubs her cheek. She turns and begins to walk away “you’re lucky. You know what they say about picking on people your own size and all that”
 
With the final insult about her height, something inside Emi snaps. She crouches ever so slightly, almost like she was... oh dear god...
 
Almost like she was at the starting line.
Emi is a blur, closing the gap between them in a second. Arms extended, she crashes into Miki’s back. Both of them come crashing to the ground in a tangled mess.
 
Somewhere, someone who sounds disturbingly like it might be Kenji yells out at the top of his lungs
“BITCH FIGHT”