Further changes to her style

Aiko stared blankly into space. She'd completely lost her train of thought, why was she at this end of the classroom again? As the teacher entered the room she shuffled back to her desk, letting her purple mane float behind her like a cape. A few years ago Aiko had fallen in love with the color purple. She started dying her hair, she even went as far as to wear purple contact lenses. All within the rules, of course. She was the president after all, so it was mainly her who made the shots regarding dress code, with the headmistress' blessing of course. Fortunately for her the headmistress was quite lenient, if not lazy. This in turn made Aiko the most influential person in the school in this regard.

Class started and the young president was diligently paying attention and taking notes. She may be invested in her style, but she'd NEVER let that cost her academics anything. She was first of foremost a student, everything else was unimportant. Sometime towards the second half of session the teacher announced that they were to work in pairs on a task for the rest of class. Unfortunately for Aiko this meant having to work with Ichika. Ichika was the most extroverted person Aiko had ever met. She absolutely loathed how everything Ichika did was to maximize attention. Not only was she extremely social and loud, she was also boy-crazy, having a new fling every week.

The two girls turned to each outer and made an effort to reduce the space between their desks ever so slightly, as was common practice when cooperating. As Aiko started mumbling something about the task Ichika interrupted by asking "How come you've never had a boyfriend? You're killer cute and your style has to be provocative for a reason, right?".

It's not like she didn't want a boyfriend, it's more about her standards than anything. She wanted to find someone who matched or outmatched her dedication to academics and school. Unfortunately, people like that don't really socialize that much, so building relationships outside of studying isn't really possible. But Aiko didn't feel like getting into it, knowing for sure that Ichiko would try to hook her up with one of her previous flings to get them off her back. Instead she resorted to answering: "I don't have the time" in a dismissive way. She made her point by flipping Ichiko's book to the correct page, making it clear that she had no intention of getting friendly with the classmate.
After that Ichiko made no attempt to communicate, or even cooperate with the boring president, she did however have no problem with sitting on her phone, or chat with some other classmate all throughout the rest of class. This didn't really bother Aiko, she much preferred to work alone anyways. Class went over quickly like this and Aiko turned in what they'd done at the teachers desk, with Ichiko's name added last minute when she saw that her "partner" got up to deliver. It wasn't like Aiko to let other classmates piggyback off of her own work, but in this scenario it was more trouble than it was worth to quarrel.

The rest of the day went by rather uneventful. Some more classes and more notes. On her way home Aiko spotted a shop selling knick knacks, amongst the items on display in the window was a purple pen with a bunny head at the top. She cursed herself when she realized she'd left her wallet at home, but took a mental note to revisit some other time.

Once home Aiko immediately went to her room to change out of her uniform. She really enjoyed wearing pajamas when studying and just generally when she was at home. Her favorite was a purple skirt-pajama and slippers. She spent most of her days in her room studying, might as well be comfortable. It'd taken her forever to find a site that sold pajamas with skirts instead of pants or shorts, she'd seriously considered sewing them herself, but evidently found just what she was looking for before it got to that point.

She spent a couple of hours studying before going downstairs for some dinner. Once she'd eaten she quickly went back up to her room and studied until it was time for bed.

Her nighttime routine was the same as always. Brushing her hair and teeth, removing her contacts, slippers, socks and garters. She really liked the feeling of freedom wearing a skirt to bed. Sure it wasn't the most comfortable thing, but the thought of having to wear anything but a skirt was more uncomfortable than a skirt could ever be.