𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐊𝐄𝐘 - 𝐑. 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

TWENTY-FOUR
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Finally, the seventh day of November has finally arrived and it was almost the start of the school festival that was about to happen in an hour.

Rooms were decorated according to the different ideas that they made with some students wearing costumes to enhance the school spirit. Colors ranging from red to blue with the different colors in between them filled the decorations that signified and presented their country's cultural practices with fun interactive games and events.

Zumi walked along the halls of the school wearing her uniform that greatly contrasted to the other students, making her stick out like a sore thumb. She slid the door open, opening her mouth to release a small yawn with her dark under eyes staring blankly at her classmates that were all running around the place to decorate their booth.

In the middle of her short walk towards her chair, their class president, who was wearing a sophisticated black yukata with his hair slicked back making him look like a charming prince from the olden day. She swore that she saw her female classmates ogle him blatantly, though he didn't seem to pay them any attention.

As steps in front of her, he nods then says, "Good morning, Hoga-san. I'm sorry for being so sudden about this and not informing you yesterday, but you'll also have to wear this costume. After all, our class is doing a costume photo booth."

Her blank face turns to an obvious grimace when he presents her a white chiton which was the clothing worn in Ancient Greece – she suddenly regretted attending school this day.

Her eyes scan the flowy dress decorated with gold details around the holes, and also had two gold buttons that connected the fabric together located on where the shoulder was supposed to be.

It was beautiful, but she didn't believe that with her appearance, she could pull it off.

She reluctantly clasps her hand on the fabric, accepting it from him while he sends her a small triumphant grin – he clearly noticed the distaste written all over her face when her eyes inspected the costume in his hands a while ago.

"You can get your hair and make-up done there. Just go to Tsukiyama-san right after you put your costume on. And please help with decorating the class as well after you're finished." He says, giving her another nod then walking off to help others in managing their jobs.

"Okay."

With that, she drops her bag on her chair then walks out of the classroom to head to the comfort room. She opens the door of the cubicle then began stripping out of her uniform, then carefully pulling the white chiton over her body and shifting around to try and make herself feel comfortable with it.

Zumi walks out of the washroom once again, inspecting her appearance in front of the large mirror above the faucets. The chiton was supposed to show off her bare arms, which is something that she hated with a passion, though fortunately, both of arms were wrapped around securely with white bandages so she was much more relaxed.

She put her hand up and tied her short hair to a low ponytail before exiting the washroom with her uniform in her arms. As she walked across the hallways, she hugged her uniform tighter when their stares felt like it could literally burn holes around her body, so she quickly hurried back to her classroom and breathed out a relieved sigh.