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Miko smiled brightly. Today, she was praised by Sora-chan, the student council President, for being a good Treasurer!
Miko felt a surge of pride seeing that Suisei didn't get praise at all. Well, she wasn't that heartless. After all, she's currently on her way to cheer her up! But not before teasing her.
It wasn't like Miko and Suisei were on good terms, but after having to work together in the student council, you get used to each other very quickly. Miko liked to tease Suisei though.
Miko was actually texting her right now.
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the elite miko : oi weakling im on my way to the table dont leave
comet : its ok, you can sit alone mikochi.
the elite miko : suichan doesnt want to be seen next to me huh
comet : fine ill stay, there you go.
the elite miko : aww suichan loves miko so much that she followed mikos orders this time
comet : don't get ahead of yourself, sakura-san. you're so kimoi.
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It was currently lunch break, so Miko knew where Suisei usually sat. The table right next to the cafeteria exit. She memorized the path from the classroom to it already.
“Sui-chan, gimme your juice.” She smiled, although she knew she'd take it from her regardless.
“Mikochi, get your own.” Suisei commented, but still she offered it over helplessly.
Miko took a sip from the straw, only for her to spit it out immediately.
“Ew, what type of apple juice is this? Disgust—ing!”
“Mikochi, are you just hallucinating now? It's been the same apple juice the entire year.” Suisei grumbled, snatching her apple juice back.
They bickered a bit, but were interrupted by Fubuki returning from the line.
“Oh! Fubu-san, nyahello!” Miko beamed, pushing Suisei to the side, causing the comet to grunt quietly.
“Sup, Fubu-san.” Suisei shoved her lightly in exchange, Miko’s smile turning into annoyance for a second.
“Miko-san, Sui-chan! What were you two doing while I was gone?”
Miko gulped slightly, but Suisei answered instantly.
“Nothing much, just business. How's Mio-sha?”
“She's fine.” Fubuki calmly answered, sitting down opposite to the two.
Miko didn't really pay any mind to her seat earlier, but now that she felt the warmth of a pair of legs beneath her, a blush that could rival the color of her hair appeared on her face upon her realization.
She was sitting on Suisei’s lap, the heat of the argument completely blinded her to where she had actually landed.
Suisei didn't even look fazed, her calmness not wavering.
Miko tried to brush her embarassment off by replying to Fubuki.
“Fubu-san! You should’ve run for student council too! I’m stuck with this girl—!”
Fubuki slightly grinned, but waved goodbye as she stood up.
“Sorry, just remembered I promised to hang out with Mio. I’ll sit with you two tomorrow!"
Suisei eyed Miko.
“Are you going to get off or are you going to stay there?”
“Oh, erm. I didn't notice.” Miko said, her mind turning blank.
Across the cafeteria, Fubuki, Polka, Mio and Marine were sitting at a table with a direct view of MiComet.
“Do you guys think they're dating?” Mio asked.
Fubuki interjected, her grin from earlier creeping up again.
“They must be. Did you not see Miko-san sitting on her lap? Their tee tee was so overpowering when I was in front of them.”
“Well, well, well, they're just like that. Although if they weren't dating, I would be surprised.” Polka doubted, her eyes not moving off the two.
“Who's the uke?” Marine asked, her eyes sparkling with infinite doujins.
“Miko.” Fubuki and Polka replied.