LIGHTNOVELONLINE Average day: comfort
It was a typical summer day at the academy. Really sunny-
Really hot.
Makoto was walking outside in the "backyard" of the academy. Not necessarily to enjoy the summer splendor of the outdoors, but to avoid the giant oven that was the academy. Despite being equipped with industrial fans throughout the facility, and even having ice generators (captive sorcerer slaves) to cool down the halls, the heat was still too much. Ironically, she sent an email to the principal wondering if he could tone down the heat of the sun just by a tiny bit. Of course, manipulating the sun for the sake of commodities would bear massive consequences. But what about if it was just a smidge?
She got an email a couple minutes later with a pre-made fancy layout and lettering. It read as such:
"Dear Makoto,
No.
- Principal Hanayama"
The worst part about the situation was that she knew the Principal occasionally makes himself comfortable with the sun, so the "reason" why he doesn't do it for others isn't for the sake of the earth and these grand consequences- it's to just not do it, out of spite. Although today's heat wasn't his doing, he still decided to not mess with the sun. Whatever.
Makoto decided to wear her typical outfit consisting of jeans, a tanktop and a croptop leather jacket over it.
"Jesus... fUCVK... it's so god damn hot outside...
but.... but this fit goes too HARD" she grunted to herself, practically frothing at the mouth.
Near the haze of the scorching sun, she saw a figure grilling.
Makoto squinted, practically melting on the ground as she inched herself closer to the figure.
The figure stopped grilling, looked back at the academy, and marched forward.
This figure... they seemed so... so familiar. Big hair... a tanktop... a slender figure... and a long skirt...
But who...who could it be?
Makoto dragged herself in the way of the figure.
"Who... who are you?"
The figure stared at her, then knelt down to take a closer look at her face.
"Wh-
wai-
KYOUJI????"
"Yeah. What's up."
Makoto slurped her drool and stood up.
"What the... what's with the uh-"
"I'm grilling. I forgot mustard so I'm going back to the cafeteria."
"Ah I see...
..."
"It's the skirt isn't it-"
"Yeah it's the skirt.
Didn't know you uh... swung that way."
"Swung in what way."
"You know like... I mean good for you, I'm happy for you."
"Happy for me for what."
"Well... aren't you like, queer or something."
A brief pause occurred between the two as Kyouji was simply hornswoggled by the assumption.
Eventually, he responded
"The hell did you just say?"
"Well yeah, because you're wearing girly clothes I'd assume you're like... you know."
"-Well you assume wrong" cut off Kyouji.
"...
ok..." responded Makoto in a confused tone.
"But still," she continued
"What's with the get-up."
"I'll make this brief and in terms that you'll understand.
Makoto squinted at the comment.
"...wait what does that mea-"
You wear long skirts because you're a girl.
I wear long skirts because my balls need to breathe
We are not the same.
Now get out of my way, I need to get mustard and my patty is burning."
Makoto looked back at the grill. An 8-inch wide """"patty"""" that was as thick as a New York Strip was currently grilling. She looked horrified.
"That's a patty???" she shouted back.
Kyouji continued walking and ignored her.
"Wa-
I-
I DON'T EVEN WEAR SKIRTS!!!!!"
He didn't respond.