Kotone equally left as soon as the bell rang--in her case, because she wasn't assigned to do any cleaning, and too many cooks spoiled the broth. No, she had better plans in store for this afternoon: first go get changed, and then see if any of the very brief recruits to the Aikido club from last year were going to try it again. It was doubtful; the fact that they might end up [i]hurting a yakuza princess[/i] had been enough to drive them off. Either they practised after school, or they'd joined another martial arts club.

The advantage of living on campus was clear: to get changed before clubs started, you just had to go back to your room. Easy enough, and there was absolutely no need to spend the whole day lugging clothes around and getting them creased. Thus, shortly after the bell rang, Kotone was headed to the clubroom--one particularly out of the way, which for once wasn't the result of her poor connections, and was simply the luck of the draw. 

She certainly gave people something to appreciate.

The tight shirt was mostly grey, save for the cream sleeves, and could be said to hug her figure a little [i]too[/i] tightly, though not to the point you could determine if she'd put another bra on since the gym lesson. The shorts, equally cream, did nothing to show off her figure... but they [i]did[/i] show off her legs. The kickboxing club would be jealous; long, athletic legs like that? That just wasn't fair, not with the rest of her.

More mystifying than showing off everything from upper thigh to ankle, though, was why she had a sleeveless, puffy orange jacket. It wasn't exactly doing anything to keep her warm.