[X] Escape plan! Grab Shiranui's head and push her in Medaka's face. Then escape.
[X] No need to hold back: swat away the hand, toss the desk at her and jump out of the window. Fast, before she can catch you!
Oh nonono, you absolutely
aren't in the mood right now for one of her antics. You helped her every day of the last week. You sacrificed your free time, your sleeping hours and also your dignity when she almost sold you to your fangirls just to get their votes. It doesn't matter if she is your childhood friend: whatever she wants can wait until tomorrow!
But how to do that? To escape Medaka you need a master plan among master plans, the kind that would makes Ursarkar Creed green with envy.
Your eyes fall on the still smiling girl in front of you. You grin.
'Sorry Shiranui. Wait, that's the opposite: I'm not sorry at all.'
"Ah!" You bend your knees to avoid Medaka's hand. At the same time your hand shoot forward, grabbing Shiranui's little pretty head.
"EeeEEH!??" Pivoting on your left heel you turn around, dragging Shiranui with you. For a fraction of second your and Medaka's eyes meet: there are some traces of surprise over her face but they are overshadowed by budding excitement. She is already entering a martial art stance, ready for whatever she thinks you are going to do.
You thrust your hand forward.
SMOOOCH!
Both girls' pupils grow comically large as their lips meet in what you are sure is the secret wet dream of many people among the school male's populace. Maybe even the female one. Sadly this is nothing new: Medaka loved to surprise kiss people back in Elementary School, both males and females. You managed to make her stop only in Middle School.
Thanks to that you are able to turn around again without interference and start running while ignoring the disbelieving looks (and nosebleeds) of your classmates. You briefly consider tossing a desk at Medaka to slow her further, but doing so carry the risk of hitting Shiranui so you dismiss it: your childhood friend can take a hit, your new friend cannot. So you do the next best logical thing.
You jump out of the window, swiftly kicking the glass to break it outward and avoid being cut all over your body by glass shards before passing through it. For a fraction of second you are suspended in midair, your gaze embracing the sky, the ridiculous large area Hakoniwa Academy was built upon and the great clock tower linking them together. The glorious sight makes forget everything: the school, Medaka, your own fatigue and the fact you just jumped out of the third floor, meaning landing will hurt. A lot.
It doesn't matter. Unbidden a cry escapes your lips:
"I'M THE KING OF EVERYTHING!!!!!"
And then something hits you from behind with such force you hear your spine groaning. From the arms immediately hugging you in a vice grip you deduce Medaka just tackled you.
'Well. Fuck.'
[*]
A great pillar of dirt raising in the air, signaling something hit the ground with the force of a descending meteor, can be see from the windows of class 1-A. Many students are looking out while pointing and shouting, still stunned by the absurd sequence of events but also excited at the abnormal facts.
Shiranui doesn't care. She is too busy washing her mouth with orange juice to remove the taste of Kurokami Medaka.
"Ptuh! Ptuh!" She spits in a very unladylike manner. "How cruel Zenkichi! Forcing me to taste that beast woman's foul taste! Wawawah!!" She cries comically while gulping down the remaining juice.
"Hansode-san?" A glasses-wearing boy with green hair and squinting eyes nervously asks the blue haired girl. "What was that?"
"Oh, Hyuga-kun!" Shiranui begins wolfing down a gargantuan serving of fried chicken. "Nothing. Just one of Zenkichi and the student president's usual quarrels."
The one called Hyuga sweatdrops. "You call that a quarrel?...Now that I think about it I hear he helped her with her campaign. What exactly is the relationship between Hitoyoshi and the new president?"
"Ah, I guess you'd say they're something like childhood friends." She pauses to swallow a piece of chicken twice the size of her mouth. "But if you ask me their relationship, albeit inseparable, is pretty unhealthy."
[*]
Dirty, beaten and exhausted you nonetheless call forth all your remaining strength for the sake of surviving your predicament. Squirming on the floor you bite harder on the rope binding your arms and legs, to break it and finally escape from the clutches of the monster that captured you!
"Hmmm, still trying to escape?" The monster casually comments. "By the way you are the one at fault: continuing to disobey me and forcing me to use such measures."
"Shut up!" You yell at Medaka. "What kind of President kidnap a student only to drag him all the way to the Council Clubroom?!"
"Irrilevant." She gives a firm answer full of conviction while snapping her fan. As if the topic wasn't borderline illegal. "And why are you calling me by my formal title? Just call me Medaka-chan like you used to."
"We aren't grade schoolers anymore Medaka." You deadpan while rolling to look away from her. You think you can snap the robe with a bit of work, but you can't let her see you doing it or she will add more rope.
"Look, I understand that it's gotta be hard going and all. But even then, don't get me wrapped up in it!" You need to speak. Speak to distract her while you work on the knots.
"You've always been like this, even since we were kids! Every time something happened you'd just turn up and drag me along!" Uhm, those knots are very well made. As expected of Medaka! But you can do it!
"You've never thought about me and about the position you put me in! The truth is I just can't handle it!" And they say hiding razor blades in your clothes was dangerous. Fools, the whole lot of them.
'Cut my precious. Cut!'
"To be fair, you can handle carrying on as a one-man student council right?" You get no answer in return.
'Why isn't she answering?' Deciding to risk it you take a peek over your shoulder.
Only to come face to face with the glorious spectacle of Medaka in just her underwear, her uniform discarded on the ground while she happily does poses in front of the mirror with her fan. The white lingerie clings tightly to her voluptuous body, empathizing her large breasts, firm ass and creamy skin.
[] Close your eyes. "What the hell!?"
[] You try to close your eyes, but your left one stubbornly remains half-open. "W-What are you doing Medaka-chan?!"
[] Enjoy the spectacle! "Boobs!!"
[] Write in.
