Sana, 20 Years Old, Class 2-A

"Steady on, fellas!" The head canteen lady calls as the horde of students descends upon her and her team.

"Form an orderly line please! The sooner you settle down, the sooner we can begin serving you!"

Ever since the most recent change to the canteen's rules, the male students have really been enjoying break times.

The lunch ladies are all wearing identical uniforms - low cut blue dresses with matching tiny hat, and no bra.

That's sexy enough, but what really draws the appeal is the way that the ladies now serve the students their drinks.

The student takes a paper cup, and places it on the stand in front of the chosen lunch lady, which holds it at knee height.

The lunch lady then squats over the cup, and as she reaches the correct level of squat, the hose strapped to her panties unleashes its jet of whatever drink the hose is connected to, directly into the cup.

From the perspective of the students, who can't quite see up the lunch ladies' skirts high enough to see the hose, it looks like the women are pissing into the cups. Very entertaining for the students, and very humiliating for the lunch ladies.

Still, they seem to have gotten used to it quickly enough, and most of them now have wry smiles on their faces as they perform their dutifully perform their new roles as living drink dispensers.

The queue is long, so when Sana reaches the front, a drink for both himself and Oda, and then finds himself a couple of seats, reserving the second one for his friend.

Oda takes a long time to arrive, but when he does, he cheerfully waves to Sana, and moseys on over.

"What took you so long?" Sana teases.

"Let's just say, my encounter with the toilet involved one very sore asshole, but now I feel nice and empty and satisfied." Oda smirks.

"Ew! Too much information, bro." Sana makes a disgusted face.

"Then next time don't ask!" Oda retorts, taking the drink that's being offered to him. "Cheers."

Sana goes quiet for a few moments, then sighs, and leans into towards Oda to whisper.

"I'm really worried about Midori. What if something's happened to her?" Sana mutters.

Oda just shrugs, showing little to no empathy. "I see absolutely nothing to be gained by dwelling on something like that."

"But-"

"Dude, I don't want to talk about it. Let's talk about something else." Oda interrupts him, speaking more firmly than normal.

Sana sighs, and gives up. Perhaps Oda is right, perhaps it's best if he just puts his worries about what's up with Midori to the back of his mind. It's not like he can do anything about it, even if she is missing.

"We're in an academy full of the sluttiest, most easygoing teachers and staff imaginable. This is going to be the best year of our lives. Let's make sure we actually enjoy it yeah?" Oda says encouragingly.

"Yeah." Sana agrees, with a weak smile.