>>1605654"I'm Hadzuki." she punctuates this simple sentence with an odd smile and offers her hand to me. I shake it, an unfamiliar gesture that feels awfully Western. I detect a hint of Kansai in her accent, but it's barely detectible, and there's something else there I can't recognise, probably foreign. Noting that I didn't get an option regarding skirt length, I ask another question. "Pleased to meet you. What's with the skirt? I thought it was miniskirts for all here." That phrasing wasn't the best, I'm immediately reminded of the thing I could have ended up wearing, which is to my skirt what Hadzuki's is to mine. This question causes her look down at my legs. The length of the side ties on my panties combined with how far south they've drifted means I can see the lace ties hanging from the bottom of my skirt, but I hope she can't. Maybe you'd have to be looking for them to see them.
She looks back up. "There's a couple of girls who customise uniform items. I got them to do it. I checked the school guidebook and they forgot to say how short or how long the skirts have to be. Didn't specify a material for the shirts either. Clearly written by a total numpty. I'd lose all my cred if I wore a short skirt. Not tough-looking enough." I wonder. Two girls who modify uniform items. Sounds like those two get around. She's finished her food by now, and gets up. "Nice meeting you, Junko. I really have to dash now. Need to set up for the mahjong club, bye!"
