Written by writing.com user L.Wood. Posted to collaberotica by WritingGuy

As Nurse Aki left the room, you couldn’t help but watch Izumi… But looking at her as she sat quietly opposite from you made you feel really conflicted…

On the one hand, her new shirt wasn’t buttoned up completely and was exposing a lot of cleavage aimed right at you, and from what you’d gathered from the conversation you’d overheard between Izumi and nurse Aki, Izumi’s “growth spurt” had busted her bra as well, which you could confirm by every little movement Izumi made making her chest move and bounce a considerably greater amount then you’d seen it do previously…

But on the other hand she looked totally dejected. And it made sense, from everything you knew about her Izumi wasn’t afraid flaunt what she had when she wanted to, she just very… proactive when it came to making sure people didn’t look down upon her just because she looked like she’d been blessed by some sort of fertility goddess. And what every barriers she’d put up before would most likely be completely moot now given that an entire class of her peers had just seen what looked her shoving her boobs into the face of the new kid and bursting out of her shirt because of it…

That Math Class would probably be the best point in your life for a while, but you’d messed up… You had to try and fix this…

"Izumi?"

"Uh… yes Shujin?" Izumi looked up surprise. You did your best to keep your eyes firmly fixated on her, and not the literal valley of cleavage on display. It was becoming increasingly obvious that in her current state of mind, buttoning up the rest of the overly large shirt completely had slipped her mind.

"Are you okay?" You asked. She looked at you in confusion, “Am I okay? You’re the one that got hurt! I got you sent to the infirmary! If it was any worse you could’ve been sent to the hospital for a concussion! I’m the one who should be asking you that!" she wasn’t shouting, but her voice did rise in tone towards the end.

"I mean… besides the back of my head being a bit sore I feel fine” you said rubbing the back of your head. “And I mean, it’s not like you did that on purpose were you?" you said coking an eyebrow "No, of course not! Why would I?" Izumi blurted out, a soft blush beginning to form on her cheeks. "Then we don’t have a problem. No harm, no foul!” You said beginning to stand up.

"I guess your right…" Izumi said as she straightened her posture. Izumi's wasn't looking too upset anymore, but her cheeks did noticeably darker when she looked down, finally remembering her incomplete state of dress and turned to the side to finish buttoning herself up.

“And I mean, I can see why you reacted like you did in the first place” Izumi pausing her buttoning to look at you, her expression basically saying ‘what do you mean by THAT?’

You continued, Mind beginning to race trying your best to come up with anything that might make her feel better “You’re one of the smartest people in school, so I can only imagine the number of people that try and get the answers to assignments off you which has to be REALLY annoying.”

At this point you were looking out the window, trying to see if the outside world could offer you any inspiration. “And not to mention, with your looks…“ Izumi stood up at that “And what’s that sup-“ you cut her off, having not actually heard her say anything, your mind more interested in saying things then actually paying attention to what those things where. “… Your one of the most beautiful girls in the school, with a face that I’m sure any painter worth their salt would die to have as their muse, and quite honestly, a body that looks like it was hand crafted by an ancient fertility goddess… It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that kind of combination can make some guys feel entitled and girls jealous… and honestly you don’t deserve any of that, it’s not your-“

Your ramblings were cut short as you felt a pair of warm soft mass’s press into you back, followed shortly by a pair of arms that wrapped around you. Izumi’s head then landed on your shoulder, completing the hug. “You can shut up now… and, thank you Shujin…” she said as she hugged tighter, her bountiful bosom squishing even more against your back. “Oh-Uh, your welcome” you stutter out, trying to figure out if you’re actually feeling Izumi’s nipples press into your back through both of your shirts or if it’s just your imagination.

The hug breaks apart when the door to the Nurse’s office opens again, and Aki comes back in, several papers in hand. “Okay… I talked with the principle, and you Ms. Aoyama can go home early today due to your currently “incomplete” state of dress” Aki said smirking at Izumi, Izumi silently took the paper allowing her to leave and quickly stuffed it and what you realized was the broken remains of her bra in her bag while blushing heavily. Aki then turned to you, “Mr. Kou, I advised the Principle to offer you the rest of the day off as well, if you feel you need to.” She said, offering the other paper to you…

1. You take it, if Izumi’s leaving too, this could be a good change to hang out with even more!
2. You should probably get back to class, you’ll see Izumi again later, and who know who or what you’d miss at school if you left now!
3. Wait, who’s the Principle?