> spend time with Ryoji?
If there was anywhere most people would expect to find Minako Arisato on a Friday lunchtime, it probably wasn't under a stairwell. Then again, that was rather the point of hiding.
Yes, hiding.
What could cause the ever fearless leader of S.E.E.S to cower under a stairwell? One especially charged Rio Iwasaki on the warpath-- and it wasn't so much cowering as wondering how it managed to get so dusty under here... alright, maybe a little cowering. If there was anything Minako admired about the tennis captain, it would be her dedication but this week had been an exercise in over doing it. A lot. She'd attended Monday practice as always, and all but fallen into the dorm afterwards.
Tartarus that night had been brutal.
Wednesday practice and the teen ad to be scraped off the gym floor by an insistent janitor, and come Friday she had all but thrown herself into the nearest bit of cover at the familiar squeak of tennis shoes on linoleum.
Sighing, Minako picked what seemed to be a cobweb off her shoulder-- she could say no, of course. Rio always asked if she'd be attending and she'd said no before, but... she always looked so dejected! It was like kicking a puppy! She just couldn't do it!! Especially when she didn't even have any plans...
..!
Someone was on the stairs... eeever so carefully, the girl peered around the edge, catching a glimpse of who it was as they reached the bottom step. Ah, that's--!
Recognising the figure almost immediately, Minako was quick to reach out and tug on the nearest piece of clothing. Her voice wasn't much above a whisper but hopefully enough to catch his attention.
"Ryoji-kun?"
