(chapter originally by Misayaka at writing.com)
Mitsuru's companion was both stunned and impressed by the redhead's boldness, though she was slightly more preoccupied with the sight of the last of her 'clothing' falling around her ankles in a useless heap of thin paper.
The library was quiet, but it wasn't empty. A woman at the main desk was focused on an open ledger, and there were even a few students who were occupied studying. At least the girl figured they had to be to not notice a sight like Mitsuru's naked body.
This realization seemed to have taken the wind right out of Mitsuru's sails.
Fortunately, the stalker was still quite protective of her would-be beloved's modesty; to all eyes but her own, anyway.
She grabbed the stunned woman by the hand and lead her away from the open-air collection of desks, where they would be relatively unseen between two parallel rows of books.
"It was a little... daring to come here, Mitsuru..." The stalker whispered at her in a small, yet somewhat impressed tone, and the taller woman's complexion masked that of her hair as she whispered right back.
"I, I did not think we would be here..."
"Well, we should make the most of it. Since we're here..."
The stalker looked to either side, then at Mitsuru, and smiled at her in their close proximity to one another.
"...we may as well..."
