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[color=#f7ac56][CENTER][b]MENTIONS:[/b] [@NeoAJ][/CENTER][/color]
[color=#f7ac56][sub][b] Hyakusawa Academy
April 19th, 2019
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[color=#f7ac56]With an internal [i]'huff'[/i] Jazz's feet were reunited once more with the floor, as the much larger girl placed the much smaller girl gingerly on the school's linoleum. She wouldn't let the other girl know it, of course, but Jazz was a bit disappointed. If only she had asked [color=007fff][b][i]'Can you stand?'[/i][/b][/color] Jazz could have easily lied, [i][color=#ffc0cb]'Goodness, no! I'm afraid not.'[/color][/i] and the fantasy could have continued, if even just a moment longer. It wouldn't have even been an entire lie either! As she stood now, closer to the woman than ever, her ex-gymnast's legs felt like jelly packed into sacks of useless flesh, she felt she was due another collapse any second. Much like the hysterical southern belle's and their fainting spells-- perhaps she had inherited the swooning trait from her name sake?

All this was to say, while a bit dissatisfied-- she [i]certainly[/i] wouldn't let that notion cross her face. Her friendly smile remained so, her expression one of genuine affection and appreciation for being saved. This was the first time Jazz had gotten a good look at the girl that wasn't a quick (perhaps much, [i]much[/i] longer than quick) glance from behind or a gaze within the throes of exhaustion that sent her right over the edge. This girl was [i]pretty.[/i] Jazz had known that already, on the surface level at least, in her rush to speak to her from before-- but she hadn't been able to gather the extent to which that beauty seemed otherworldly. 

Her hair wasn't just long-- it fell [i]perfectly[/i] each strand of midnight lock knew it's place on the woman and created a seemingly effortless mane, Jazz knew girls back home that would [i]kill[/i] for this kind of hair in weave. Hell, had Jazz not inherited some of her father's Iranian genes and gotten lucky with her 2B type hair, [i]she[/i] might've considered killing her for it. Most girls here had black, straight hair, sure-- but none seemed so effortless. It almost made Jazz a bit jealous, and a feeling she seldom felt-- self-conscious. She had to spend a bit over an hour every morning straightening out her kinks and naps and conditioning out her frizz... she wondered what this girl's hair care routine's were...? 

And then there was her skin... it was so... ugh! Jazz, still within the light grip of the girl setting her down, couldn't be convinced that she hadn't hopped out of the pages of some fantasy novel, or, what did they have over here in place of comics? Manga? She was completely unblemished, such pale, perfect skin no blemishes! The self-consciousness rose in her again, Jazz hoped her eyeliner had done it's job of hiding the bags under her eyes-- that her slight freckles weren't seen as unattractive to the girl. The pièce de résistance, were of course her gem-like eyes, shone like two hope diamonds, looming at least a foot above her. There was of course, more to observe... like her hands... [i]dear sweet merciful lord her hands[/i]-- but Jazz's mind could only work so fast in the moments as she touched the ground. She called it a gambler's technique, a way to consider as many strategies as possible on the fly, especially in games like Poker and Mini Baccarat, where long pauses could be seen as weakness-- but really it was just severe anxiety. [i][color=#ffc0cb]S-shut up![/color][/i] Still helpful in those games though!

The point was, this woman could easily be a model. Also she smelled amazing.

The moments of her being put on the floor felt like they lasted an eternity as Jazz's thoughts raced. But in reality, it was but a few seconds, and Jazz was back on her wobbly sea legs. The mystery classmate said something quite simple as she ensured Jazz was stable, that sent Jazz's already struggling heart completely aflutter. [color=007fff]"I think you're all right,"[/color] Much of the world went away, just the two women, facing each other-- they weren't alone, but to Jazz it felt like it. The slowly thinning hallways seemed a galaxy apart from the two. [color=007fff]"I'd rather hear you talking a lot than not at all."[/color]
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Jazz could hear her heart beat in her ears. The blood rushing throughout her like a waterfall threatening to gush out of her. It felt as if she had been hit directly in the chest with an arrow. It took all her strength not to grab her chest to make sure she wasn't bleeding after a flirt as blatant as that. Jazz wasn't completely new to this-- she'd been flirted with by women before, she'd even had a girlfriend before. She knew how crushes began, and how they felt like everything suddenly revolved around them, at least. But it had been some years since she'd been flirted with this frankly-- to say she was taken aback was a bit of an understatement. Still, she supposed it was to be expected, she had [i]literally[/i] just asked this girl on a date after all. [i][color=#ffc0cb]Had she used the word date? Fuck![/color][/i] This wouldn't be a proper date anyway-- just an after school outing between two classmates who wanted to get to know each other. Dates would come later. Hopefully.
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And hey, if she was lucky-- maybe this girl could teach her a bit of Kanji-- maybe she had some tips on how to pass Miss Sawa the Shrews's upcoming gauntlet. And luck-- despite the recent spring of self-doubt coming from the girl's own beauty-- was something Jazz had in spades-- and clubs, diamonds-- every damn suit. Of course... the mystery classmate still had to say [i]'yes'[/i] to her proposal. After quick dusting of her uniform, she responded as such [color=007fff]"Coffee sounds like an acceptable reward since I saved you from picking up a concussion. If you want, I'm free now to grab a cup."[/color]
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Jazz's smile widened, to an almost cocky degree. Of [i]course[/i] she'd say yes! You're freakin' adorable, dude! How could you doubt for a second that she wouldn't want to go out with you? It'd be like not doubling down with an 11 while the dealer's showing a 3! This isn't amateur hour. And since when has your gaydar ever been off? [i]'If you want'[/i] Yes, I want! Yes, yes, yes! The Mystery classmate finished speaking, [color=007fff]"I was going to head to the court to see if there were any fools I could dust, but I probably should do something a little more low-key after all that."[/color]

Jazz's eyes narrowed momentarily at this. She played basketball, of course she did! She certainly had the build for it, the muscle, the h-height-- just from this brief encounter, Jazz could see in her deep eyes a determination to achieve victory. She was probably a beast on the court. Jazz had aspirations of being a professional gambler one day-- the casino's in America and pachinko parlors here were child's play compared to what the pros wagered, and some of the best money was in sports. Of course, no amount of fake ID's could get someone like her in on that industry, you needed an [i]in.[/i] Making a substantial introductory bet on a team with someone like [i]her?[/i] That was how you got in. But all of that aside-- Jazz was confused, she somehow [i]knew[/i] this girl played basketball. Had she just guessed at it in her delirious state? Had she seen her face somewhere before...? Was she featured in an article she had read? Or rather, tried to read, knowing her history with the Japanese written language. A mystery for another time, perhaps.

[color=007fff]"I'm sorry, I don't know if I ever got your name..."[/color]

She tilted her head with a smile, [color=#ffc0cb]"Oh, you didn't. Remember, I passed out drowning in the endless pools that are your eyes? You had to save me like one of those sexy lifeguards? It was all very dramatic."[/color] Jazz. [i][color=#ffc0cb]Yes?[/color][/i] Jazz, you did not just say that. [i][color=#ffc0cb]I did. Fight me.[/color][/i] She's going to think you're crazy at this rate. Jazz ignored that train of thought, [color=#ffc0cb]"I'd love to see you play sometime!"[/color] Jazz blurted out, [color=#ffc0cb]"I'm a statistics nerd when it comes to games like basketball, and I might not look it, but I'm an athlete myself. Gymnastics. I was even considering joining this school's team when they opened up tryouts for new members."[/color] Jazz had let the point get away from her. Again. The girl had asked her [i]name.[/i] [color=#ffc0cb]"Anyway, my name! Jazzy Cyra, back home they call me Jazzy Belle for... 'reasons,'[/color] Jazz rolled her eyes just mentioning the nickname, [color=#ffc0cb]"But for you? Jazz works just fine."[/color] She said this with a sly wink, [color=#ffc0cb]"And what about you? In my head I've just been calling you 'Mystery Classmate.'"[/color] And cute.[/color]