The 16 year-old Rio -- or the 20 year-old Haruto Amakawa he held memories of -- woke up in a place completely unknown to him. The only landmark, one unable to be ignored, is the sublime visage of a shattered moon in the sky. Rio... was not in his wo...
The lighthearted humor, respecting women to an unnatural degree, and light action sequences, will continue in earnest.
Ah, and please point out any mistakes and grammatical errors and such, if you please. Rio's a chad, so he doesn't deserve a lowly author's mishaps.
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"Ah...ahhhh..."
Yang sat up from her bed with a cute yawn, stretching her arms above her head, trying to get relief in her stiff muscles. She blinked numerous times in succession, staying in that position until her mind caught up with her.
Blearily, she looked around her, noticing the stationary forms of the girls still fast asleep in their beds. Yang noticed, from the other side of the room she was on, that Ruby looked especially adorable curled up in a ball clutching her pillow to her.
(Cute.)
The big sister couldn't help but smile.
"Hm?"
However, just as she was basking in that precious sight, she noticed movement in Ruby's proximity. To clarify, not on Ruby's bed itself, but rather a neat and orderly outline of sheets and bedding to Ruby's right.
Yes. There existed another 'sleeping bag' type bed in their room beyond their four teammates. Of course, Yang knew exactly who this belonged to, especially by looking at the grayish white hair sitting atop a pillow. Before she knew it, her lips curved upward, performing her next action before she could process it.
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Clad in her pajamas, Yang slipped out of bed and tread closer to Rio, the lone boy who was sleeping soundly in the room full of young women.
By the way, Yang was wearing small black shorts that left much her bright thighs exposed, and a thin orange tank-top that revealed a portion of her smooth stomach. That and her beautiful blonde messy hair, just the sight of her alone would likely be the cause of a heart attack for any healthy young teenager.
Anyway, with no hesitation in her movements, Yang plopped herself right next to Rio's sleeping form, effectively sitting on the soles of her feet.
(...He really does have a pretty face.)
Staring at it up close as she was, Yang couldn't help but be more convinced.
She said 'pretty' because there was a certain amount of androgynous charm about it, looking both feminine and manly at the same time. While Yang had a type for boys perhaps more rugged and muscular looking than Rio, she couldn't deny that he wasn't bad either. Of course, she knew just how much muscle he was hiding underneath that lean form.
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