Immersion Therapy

Sayaka sounds like a cat that just had her tail stepped on when Kirari struts out of the bathroom. She clamps her eyes shut the moment she sees Kirari, but that doesn't stop her face from turning as red as her jacket. Kirari strides confidently over to her bed, feeling the way her body bounces even with her light and graceful steps, and sits down in front of Sayaka. She crosses her legs as a reflex but decides to keep them that way.

"Am I really that hideous, Sayaka?" Kirari chuckles. "Please, open your eyes." Sayaka slowly cracks on eye, then the other. For a moment, she looks at Kirari, and Kirari is filled with a tingling rush. But it's not embarrassment, or shame. No, is excitement. Sayaka manages to pull her eyes away and focuses on the window behind Kirari, looking past her.

"This is improper, President." Sayaka stammers.

"This is exactly why I called you here." Kirari cradles her chin in her hand. "I'm going to be uniquely...**** in the coming week. I'm going to be counting on you to keep an eye out for me. Which means you're going to have to get used to my new attire."

And I'm going to have to get used to your eyes on me, Kirari thought.