(this should probably be in the last chapter but I didn't feel like shoehorning it in there so instead I shoehorned it in here)
August 9th, 2015
Tatsuko sighed as she lowered her body into the Kurogane house’s private hotspring. She had spent the last five hours as Ichigo’s dress up doll. It was fun. Well, no it was not, it was tiring. Trying to keep up with Ichigo’s energy was a struggle but it was certainly not something she could call boring either. Plus, clothes were something she was going to need, it was not like she could stay in her school uniform every day of the week... or could she… The thought was ripped from her head, however, as she heard someone enter.
A girl with the same long, brown hair as Chie walked entered with only a towel for modesty. She was roughly the same height as Tatsuko, and roughly the same physical age too. They made eye contact for and held it for a moment before Tatsuko gave a nervous hello. The other girl merely nodded and washed up.
“Umm… You must be Yomohiro Tatsuko, I’m Kurogane Fuuka,” she said, introducing herself as she stepped into the hotspring. It was kind of odd for Tatsuko, talking to her own niece while the both of them were naked. It was not particularly embarrassing, just really awkward.
“Yes, that’s me,” Tatsuko did a sort-of bow as best she could while sitting in the hotspring. Fuuka did the same but planted her face into the water and spluttered out. They sort of just sat there for a few minute in silence as Fuuka tried to recover from her embarrassment. Tatsuko did not know what to ask, anything she wanted to know, she already read up during her last week. Kurogane Fuuka, age thirteen, East Tokyo Private Traditional High School year two, member of the track and field team. Apparently she also had quite the collection of light novels.
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“What year are you entering school as?” Fuuka asked, looking up and making eye contact for a split second before nervously looking away.
“Fourth year, class 4-C it seems,” Tatsuko answered.
“Oh, sorry then senpai, I thought you were my age,” she looked a little flustered and embarrassed. She was not wrong though, physically the body Tatsuko was in was only thirteen.
“Senpai?” Tatsuko asked, catching the upperclassman honorific.
“Oh, East Tokyo is a traditional Japanese style school. Classes are in English like everywhere else but we’re encouraged to speak Japanese and use Japanese-style honorifics while between classes and during club,” Fuuka explained. She started nervously fiddling with her fingers for a bit.
“Ah, I see,” Tatsuko answered. That was not why she asked though, she already knew about the school’s customs. She wanted to know why Fuuka was using ‘senpai’ while she was at home. But, rather than bring it up, Tatsuko chose to ignore it. The two of them continued to awkwardly stay in the hotspring for a few more minutes before saying good night to each other as Tatsuko got up to leave.