A Different Vibe In Katsumi's Dorm

Upstairs, as the new couple indulges in eachother's company, so does another pair, albeit in a different manner. Katsumi sits on her phone, scrolling to pass the time. Across the room, Jiro uses the desk to study some material from today's lessons, something Katsumi seems strangely opposed to.

"Hey, you wanna study? You can copy my notes." The punk girl tries to catch her attention.

"Maybe later, still trying to cool down..." Katsumi doesn't even look up from her phone, her tone of voice extra dismissive.

Jiro looks confused. "Okay? You want to do something else then?"

Katsumi glances up, a look of annoyance on her face. "I said later Kyoka, did you not fucking hear me?"

"Shit- fine, stay there and sulk I guess..." The room grows silent once again, with Jiro finally raising a question that's been on her mind since the two entered the dorm. "Hey what's up with your skin by the way? You trying a new cream or something?"

"Huh?" Katsumi looks genuinely confused. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Really?" Jiro smiles. "That fake tan look you have going on? how'd you have time to put that on before I got here?"

Katsumi looks down at her arm, noticing the difference for the first time. "Hm... must be the lighting in here or something..."

"Ha, yeah right... the lights making you look tanned while I'm still white as a sheet. And seriously, what is up with that phone? You've never been interested in using that thing for longer than a few seconds..." Jiro smirks, figuring Katsumi must be playing a prank on her.

Katsumi blushes, her face growing warm, strangely at the same time as a small warmth forming in the pit of her stomach. "Fuck, can you like, stop pressing me like that Kyoka? Go make yourself useful and grab me a soda from the kitchen or something and leave me alone." She snaps, slamming her phone on her lap.

Jiro's caught off guard. "Wha- f-fine, what the hell's your problem today?" She whines back, standing up and walking to the door. Katsumi doesn't respond, simply waiting for her to leave the room, something she does after a few moments, the door slamming behind her.

"Fucking finally... can't she see I'm busy?" Katsumi thinks to herself, feeling that feint warmth grow stronger.