My Futanari Lover

15-V

Next day after academy hours...

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"It's finally the weekends...!" Natski stretched her arms outward. She didn't have any plans for the weekends usually. But that wouldn't be the case anymore. There was a certain someone she'd love to spend the weekends with. And that someone is none other than–...

SLAM!

"Huh?" She turned to the door. What was that? It sounded like someone bashed the door. A familiar blue-haired girl was standing there, rubbing her forehead.

"Owww..." She groaned in pain.

"Cecilia...?" Natski blinked. "Did you just walk into the door?"

"Sorry, I didn't check if it was open." Cecilia smiled wryly.

"Clumsy." Natski sighed with a smile. She looks... distracted. "What are you doing here? Looking for someone?"

"Sora," Cecilia said. "I was hoping he'd come by my class."

"Oh, we can look for him together." Natski wrapped her hand around the bluenette's arm. "Come on!"

Natski and Cecilia left the classroom together. She guided Cecilia around the hallways, searching for Sora. Many students could be seen leaving the academy through the front gate. He doesn't leave early, does he?

"What are you two up to?" Frein asked, popping up beside Cecilia.

"Oh, Frein!" Natski's eyes lit up with joy. "Were you heading to my class?"

"You always complained about it." Frein rolled his eyes. "So, here I am." He shifted his gaze to the bluenette. She didn't look cheerful as usual.

"Frein..." Cecilia reached her hand around to tug on his sleeve. "Have you seen Sora?"

"I thought he was with you?" Frein raised a brow. "He could be in the stage room playing the piano as usual. I think I hear the piano."

"No..." Cecilia shook her head. "I don't think he's there."

"Why's that?" Natski asked. Isn't he in the stage room often? She heard music coming from the stage room clearly.

"It's not his... music," Cecilia answered in a low voice. "He doesn't play that way. It doesn't sound like Sora."

"Huh..." Frein and Natski stared at her, dumbfounded. How could she tell it wasn't Sora by the music being played? It was impressive she could discern his playing style if he had any.

"Maybe Sora has... already left because he didn't want to see me." Cecilia frowned. "Maybe I've bothered him too much..."

"What?" Natski's eyes widened. How did you get to that conclusion? "No, Cecilia. He could be busy with something! It's the weekends, after all."

Judging by Cecilia's expression, Frein wondered if something happened between them yesterday. Having known her for a long time, she often sensed a person's emotions better than the average person. And knowing Sora, he'd shrug it off. She'd always have a bubbly smile on her face. But now... she has anything but a smile.

"Why do you say that, Cecilia?" He asked, concerned.

"... I don't know." Cecilia bowed her head, the corner of her lips curling down.

So, something did happen between them. He nodded to himself. If that is the case...

"... Natski, can you accompany her back to her place?" He turned to her. "I'll head to the stage room and find Sora."