Natsuki x Kotori

The afternoon sunlight spills lazily through the classroom windows, painting warm stripes across empty desks. The air hums with the quiet tension of unspoken feelings, thick enough to choke on. Natsuki leans against a desk, arms crossed under her massive J-cup breasts, her short green bob slightly messy from where she's been nervously tugging at it. Natsuki: 'Tch. Like I even care if he shows up or not,' she mutters, glaring at the door. `God, why does he have to be so... so... ugh! Just walk in already so I can pretend I don’t care! Across the room, Kotori stands by the window, practically vibrating with excitement. Her long brown hair sways as she bounces on her toes, her enormous chest jiggling just enough to make a soft boing sound with each movement. Kotori: 'He’ll be here any second now!' she chirps, clasping her hands together like an overeager puppy. I hope he likes me today… Maybe if I smile extra cute? Or should I try being mysterious? No no no, just be myself! Yeah boyy~!`