There were a million things Izumi wanted to say right now, but she knew it wasn't the time or the place. If she didn't want to get in trouble with the teacher, she knew she couldn't linger more than another couple of minutes at the longest in the bathroom.
Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself down- because despite looking rather calm and collected on the outside to Shujin, on the inside she was on the verge of freaking out! It felt like she'd just stumbled on some huge-world changing secret that she wasn't supposed to know about!
Like, what the hell? She knew Hotaru- most people did in passing. The girl wasn't super remarkable... or at least, if you were to, say, put Izumi and Hotaru in a room next to each other and invite people in to stare, Izumi knew that 100% of the school's male population would ignore Hotaru...
But... it was actually kind of scary to think about the fact that someone her age was capable of creating something that until now Izumi had only heard of or scene in fictional settings. But...
'Hotaru... she doesn't seem like the kind of person who'd abuse that kind of power... 'Izumi thought to herself. Still... she couldn't help but briefly entertain the thought of informing the authorities on Hotaru. Though... who the hell was she even supposed to talk to? The police? The city mayor's office? ...A hospital?
And besides, it wasn't like Hotaru had committed (or was even planning on committing crimes) with her 'shrink-ray device.' The little that Shujin Kou had told her a minute ago was that the device had apparently broken right after Hotaru had fired it... hence why the tiny 3-inch high boy in her hand was stuck like that for the time being.
Which brought her away from one line of thought, and onto another.
'What the hell was he doing down the back of my shirt? I thought somebody slipped something under my shirt... but now, I'm not so sure. There would've been a commotion if this little guy had been found like this in the middle of the classroom.' Izumi thought to herself, as she stared down at the shrunken boy in her hands.
He flinched back, crawling away from her on the palm of her hand. What?
Oh, she must've looked rather intimidating there, leaning over him, studying him with narrowed eyes...
"Don't worry, Shujin. I won't hurt you- I imagine Hotaru's probably worried sick about you; I'm assuming she must've brought you to school with her only to lose you somehow."
"T-that's right. I got knocked out of her hands earlier today, and I've just been trying to, well... survive since then.
That all sounded believable, and the sudden shakiness to the teen's tone told Izumi that the poor guy must've still been feeling the obvious stress from earlier...
But now she couldn't help but think that maybe he'd been on her for longer than she realized...
No, this wasn't the time for such thoughts. Izumi hated the thought of people looking at- and especially- touching her body without her permission...
But if she lost her temper with Shujin while he was like this, then... Izumi might kill him on accident! And she was no murderer- she was just a teenage girl who wanted to be normal! So for now, she swallowed down whatever suspicions she had and decided that the best thing to do was to be a Good Samaritan and help out the tiny boy who'd dropped into her hands.
"Okay, I'm going to have to head back to class now; the teacher is probably already wondering what's been taking me so long. I'll try and find your friend at lunch and get you back to her. Sound good?"
"Y-yes! Thank you so much!"
And without wasting anymore time, Izumi slipped Shujin into her right skirt pocket. Fortunately, despite the annoyingly short length of the garment, the pocket was still large enough that the shrunken boy could curl up and make himself invisible to the outside world. There was only a faint bulge in her pocket revealing the truth, and to anyone who didn't know, it would've just looked like she had a small, everyday object inside, like a wallet or something.
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Well... That had gone better than expected. Like, this was the best possible outcome for you. If anything, you'd been prepared for the worst- or as prepared as you, a teenage boy with unfilled dreams could be. You half expected Izumi to shriek and toss you into the air out of surprise, or rage against you being a 'tiny little perv' and throw you into a wall or flush you down a toilet... but no, instead of any of those terrible things, she had decided to help you!
Izumi... Izumi really was a nice girl. You didn't know her well, and what little you did know was that she had few friends of her own. Most people (the boys, mostly) stayed clear of her ever since she'd earned her reputation for not taking crap from anyone.
Maybe Hotaru would welcome her as a new friend?
After all... you knew that Hotaru had experiments and inventions that were still in progress; things that required more than one set of hands, and it wasn't like you'd be able to help her out any time soon...
Either way, it seemed like you'd hit the lucky lottery here. Izumi's skirt pocket was warm and dark- and much safer for you than back when you'd been on the other side of her skirt.
Ugh, it felt... kind of gross, not telling Izumi about that. Like you were taking advantage of her good will... but... she'd literally squash you like a bug if she found out that you'd done something perverted to her (even if you hadn't wanted to), so it was best to keep your mouth shut and wait for her to get you back to Hotaru.
It was a bit boring, being stuck here in her pocket. You could feel the world shaking- Izumi's wide hips swaying as she walked back to the classroom- but at least you felt way safer than you had ever since Hotaru had lost you.
Nothing to do now but lie back and think of your upcoming reunion with your oldest friend.
'Man... Is... this... really going to be my life for the foreseeable future?
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1) Izumi finds Hotaru during lunch with no issues. Reunion time!
2) Izumi enters the cafeteria later on... but there's no sign of Hotaru anywhere!
Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself down- because despite looking rather calm and collected on the outside to Shujin, on the inside she was on the verge of freaking out! It felt like she'd just stumbled on some huge-world changing secret that she wasn't supposed to know about!
Like, what the hell? She knew Hotaru- most people did in passing. The girl wasn't super remarkable... or at least, if you were to, say, put Izumi and Hotaru in a room next to each other and invite people in to stare, Izumi knew that 100% of the school's male population would ignore Hotaru...
But... it was actually kind of scary to think about the fact that someone her age was capable of creating something that until now Izumi had only heard of or scene in fictional settings. But...
'Hotaru... she doesn't seem like the kind of person who'd abuse that kind of power... 'Izumi thought to herself. Still... she couldn't help but briefly entertain the thought of informing the authorities on Hotaru. Though... who the hell was she even supposed to talk to? The police? The city mayor's office? ...A hospital?
And besides, it wasn't like Hotaru had committed (or was even planning on committing crimes) with her 'shrink-ray device.' The little that Shujin Kou had told her a minute ago was that the device had apparently broken right after Hotaru had fired it... hence why the tiny 3-inch high boy in her hand was stuck like that for the time being.
Which brought her away from one line of thought, and onto another.
'What the hell was he doing down the back of my shirt? I thought somebody slipped something under my shirt... but now, I'm not so sure. There would've been a commotion if this little guy had been found like this in the middle of the classroom.' Izumi thought to herself, as she stared down at the shrunken boy in her hands.
He flinched back, crawling away from her on the palm of her hand. What?
Oh, she must've looked rather intimidating there, leaning over him, studying him with narrowed eyes...
"Don't worry, Shujin. I won't hurt you- I imagine Hotaru's probably worried sick about you; I'm assuming she must've brought you to school with her only to lose you somehow."
"T-that's right. I got knocked out of her hands earlier today, and I've just been trying to, well... survive since then.
That all sounded believable, and the sudden shakiness to the teen's tone told Izumi that the poor guy must've still been feeling the obvious stress from earlier...
But now she couldn't help but think that maybe he'd been on her for longer than she realized...
No, this wasn't the time for such thoughts. Izumi hated the thought of people looking at- and especially- touching her body without her permission...
But if she lost her temper with Shujin while he was like this, then... Izumi might kill him on accident! And she was no murderer- she was just a teenage girl who wanted to be normal! So for now, she swallowed down whatever suspicions she had and decided that the best thing to do was to be a Good Samaritan and help out the tiny boy who'd dropped into her hands.
"Okay, I'm going to have to head back to class now; the teacher is probably already wondering what's been taking me so long. I'll try and find your friend at lunch and get you back to her. Sound good?"
"Y-yes! Thank you so much!"
And without wasting anymore time, Izumi slipped Shujin into her right skirt pocket. Fortunately, despite the annoyingly short length of the garment, the pocket was still large enough that the shrunken boy could curl up and make himself invisible to the outside world. There was only a faint bulge in her pocket revealing the truth, and to anyone who didn't know, it would've just looked like she had a small, everyday object inside, like a wallet or something.
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Well... That had gone better than expected. Like, this was the best possible outcome for you. If anything, you'd been prepared for the worst- or as prepared as you, a teenage boy with unfilled dreams could be. You half expected Izumi to shriek and toss you into the air out of surprise, or rage against you being a 'tiny little perv' and throw you into a wall or flush you down a toilet... but no, instead of any of those terrible things, she had decided to help you!
Izumi... Izumi really was a nice girl. You didn't know her well, and what little you did know was that she had few friends of her own. Most people (the boys, mostly) stayed clear of her ever since she'd earned her reputation for not taking crap from anyone.
Maybe Hotaru would welcome her as a new friend?
After all... you knew that Hotaru had experiments and inventions that were still in progress; things that required more than one set of hands, and it wasn't like you'd be able to help her out any time soon...
Either way, it seemed like you'd hit the lucky lottery here. Izumi's skirt pocket was warm and dark- and much safer for you than back when you'd been on the other side of her skirt.
Ugh, it felt... kind of gross, not telling Izumi about that. Like you were taking advantage of her good will... but... she'd literally squash you like a bug if she found out that you'd done something perverted to her (even if you hadn't wanted to), so it was best to keep your mouth shut and wait for her to get you back to Hotaru.
It was a bit boring, being stuck here in her pocket. You could feel the world shaking- Izumi's wide hips swaying as she walked back to the classroom- but at least you felt way safer than you had ever since Hotaru had lost you.
Nothing to do now but lie back and think of your upcoming reunion with your oldest friend.
'Man... Is... this... really going to be my life for the foreseeable future?
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1) Izumi finds Hotaru during lunch with no issues. Reunion time!
2) Izumi enters the cafeteria later on... but there's no sign of Hotaru anywhere!
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