[The school uniform mandates a long skirt and loafers. Naoto had fought that requirement tooth and nail. It wasn't just that her business as a private detective sometimes required her to leave the school on short notice and that skirts were hardly practical for, say, police investigations... though that was a big part of it. More importantly, Naoto genuinely hated wearing skirts. Whenever she was in a skirt, she felt wholly ill at ease.
The Yamayurikai had been fairly strict, but ultimately the sway of her grandfather had prevailed, and she'd been allowed to wear slacks and a boy's button-down shirt instead of the blouse and skirt she'd been supposed to wear. The cap had been a step too far, however.
She's more comfortable dressing like this, though it does mean she stands out and catches the attention of other students. Just on the first day, she's heard plenty of chatter as she passes by, people mentioning her "cool" look, though Naoto's not sure what, exactly, is cool about her.
It's morning, after the welcoming ceremony, and Naoto arrives at her shoe locker, bending down to take her sneakers off and put them in the cubby hole... only to find a letter there. With a little sigh, she takes it out once her shoes are stowed away and opens it.] A love letter...? Already?
Naoto Shirogane | First Year
The Yamayurikai had been fairly strict, but ultimately the sway of her grandfather had prevailed, and she'd been allowed to wear slacks and a boy's button-down shirt instead of the blouse and skirt she'd been supposed to wear. The cap had been a step too far, however.
She's more comfortable dressing like this, though it does mean she stands out and catches the attention of other students. Just on the first day, she's heard plenty of chatter as she passes by, people mentioning her "cool" look, though Naoto's not sure what, exactly, is cool about her.
It's morning, after the welcoming ceremony, and Naoto arrives at her shoe locker, bending down to take her sneakers off and put them in the cubby hole... only to find a letter there. With a little sigh, she takes it out once her shoes are stowed away and opens it.] A love letter...? Already?