A hand came down hard on one of Kimiko’s books, crushing its cover with a sharp, muffled thud.
"
Oi, are you ready yet?!" snapped the girl to whom the hand belonged.
She was a
pinkette wearing a uniform quite different from that of the model student. She looked like an exchange student, though the emblem they had in common made it clear that they both belonged to LAW.
"
Hm?! Have you come back down to Earth yet?" she asked insistently.
The exchange student prodded Kimiko’s forehead with her index finger.
"
Hello! Earth calling the model student! Are you there, or am I going to have to take drastic measures to wake you up?"
She was being downright unbearable, but that was precisely the point. After all, she was the one who had asked for a hand with some wrestling lessons, and Kimiko was a master of everything related to the theory behind it. That made her the perfect person for what ViVi S. Valentine needed.
Moreover, if Kimiko took the time to look the
pinkette up and down, she would notice that she was wearing a pair of rather expensive wrestling boots with a somewhat armoured design, a pink skirt and a long-sleeved top beneath that black jacket. Of course, the punk-style mittens and the little fake horns attached to her headband were a must. She was quite the character, as though she had stepped straight out of some foreign school.
"
So…" ViVi murmured, cupping Kimiko’s cheeks as she leaned over the desk.
Then she whispered with venomous sweetness:
"
Do I have to kiss you to get you to listen, or should I just drag you into the other room, goodie?"