Their positions

Returning from her haze Aiko felt the familiar hands of Hitomi fondling her belly. Hitomi was one of the fittest girls of their year, and she was not humble about it. At least not when it came to Aiko. The young president might be popular with the boys, despite her size, but at least Hitomi had her beat at athletics.

Aiko on the other hand was far from athletic. She'd never bothered to exercise, and didn't really watch her diet either. This had resulted in a slightly plump body. Fortunately for Aiko and her thousands of Instagram followers most of the weight went to her breasts and thighs. Her belly wasn't completely immune to fat though, being ever so pudgy. As demonstrated by Hitomi, there was still quite a bit to hold on to.
"I love your love handles, prez. Though you could really use some exercise.." Hitomi was not holding back today. Hadn't it been for the mocking tone most of the things Hitomi said could've been considered constructive.

The gym teacher's whistle blew, signaling the students to gather around him. He laid out the basic plan for the session. Five kilometers around the track.
Aiko hated gym class, for obvious reasons. She still considered it her responsibility to try her hardest and set a good example, though it usually just made her look pathetic.
Today was no different, after about two hundred meters the president was sweating buckets, panting like a dog. Her technique was clumsy and it looked as though she could faceplant at any time. It wasn't meant to be ran in intervals, but that didn't prevent Aiko from taking walking-breaks now and then. Her lack of experience running really held her back. She struggled holding a steady pace, increasing and decreasing her tempo as she went along. For any runner out there, this is obviously a bad strategy.

Towards the end of the run, Aiko was the sole person on the track. Or at least, the sole running person on the track. Hitomi was walking next to her, throwing insults left and right as the chubby girl limped the final few hundred meters. This was probably the most embarrassed she'd ever been. Fortunately it didn't last too much longer, as she finally reached the finish line, completely collapsing on the ground. She laid there for a good ten minutes, trying to catch her breath. The teacher was long gone, having been assured by the "Helpful" Hitomi that she'd be looking out for the poor runner. Look out for her she did, but her interpretation of the phrase "Look out for" was not necessarily the same as the teacher's.. Poor Aiko not only felt like shit physically, but also mentally as Hitomi made every effort to tank the president's confidence.

Once Aiko felt somewhat rejuvenated she got up and headed for the lockers. Though she was a sweaty mess, she didn't want to shower. She wasn't unhygienic by any means, but the harassment that awaited her if she DID decide to shower was more than enough to keep her away. She did however find the time to go into an enclosed bathroom stall to snap a few pictures for her Insta. Her sweaty skin and messy hair really drove a particular group of her followers mad, increasing engagement on her channel tenfold.

Though some of her followers may have killed for the chance to sit near the sweaty mess known as Aiko after the 5k, most people were repulsed by it. Unfortunately this was the case for the rest of the day. The students around her in class moved their desks ever so slightly away, making her desk look more like a single island in an empty ocean. Of course this bothered Aiko, but her chance to shower had long since passed. No matter how bad she felt right now, it was nothing compared to what Hitomi would do had she gotten the chance. Fortunately Hitomi was not in the same class as Aiko, which isolated these incidents mainly to gym class.

The bell rang and classes were done for the day. The club activities were up next. Fortunately for Aiko her position as morals committee president gave her a pardon from club activities. Only students with a position in the student council or morals committee were excused from club activities. The only exception was for students who had to repeat a year or more. The philosophy was that students who did have to repeat a year should focus on schoolwork rather than club activities. Most of the repeat students had already gone through quite a bit of club activities either way, so it didn't really matter.

One such student was Haruto Watanabe, a delinquent repeat student of three years. This was his third attempt to pass the final grade. He wasn't really motivated to finish school but his rich parents refused to grant him his trust fund if he didn't finish.
Just as fate would have it, Haruto was walking behind Aiko on his way out the school entrance. He caught a whiff of her and was immediately repulsed. The young heir to the Watanabe family wasn't known for his restraint, so his first reaction was to make a scene. He started fake-coughing to catch Aiko's attention, mocking her at the same time. When he got her attention his eyes locked with hers as he said:
"You ever heard of a shower? S-H-O-W-E-R? You should try one!"
Aiko rolled her eyes, she was familiar with Haruto. Everyone at school knew who Haruto was. He was rich, somewhat handsome and had been at the school longer than much of the staff.
The young president was really not in the mood to quarrel with a student right now, especially not Haruto. She just wanted to get back to the comfort of her own home, take a shower, and edit her upcoming uploads.
Pondering a response for a moment, Aiko landed on a semi insult. She was quite far down emotionally today, and needed someone she could feel superior to.
Their eyes locked once more and Aiko prepared her comeback. Her lips parted, landing the first syllable before the purple smoke once more appeared.
"At.."