[ Junpei had been on break when Natsume entered, so it wasn’t until he returned and saw the familiar name on his phone messages from his manager that he knew the other had come back.
He takes a few minutes to change his outfit, readding the time to Natsume’s card so as not to cut into it.
The beaded curtain parts and Junpei steps slowly into the room, wearing something decidedly less revealing and feminine than he had before. It’s a traditional gakuran, all black.
His high school actually used white dress shirts instead, but this is the closest thing to what a normal high schooler would wear that he has in his work wardrobe, so he hopes the effect will be what he wants it to be.
He gets to the edge of the bed, tilting his head slightly and giving Natsume a soft smile. ]
Good evening, kouhai. Are you ready for your tutoring session?
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He takes a few minutes to change his outfit, readding the time to Natsume’s card so as not to cut into it.
The beaded curtain parts and Junpei steps slowly into the room, wearing something decidedly less revealing and feminine than he had before. It’s a traditional gakuran, all black.
His high school actually used white dress shirts instead, but this is the closest thing to what a normal high schooler would wear that he has in his work wardrobe, so he hopes the effect will be what he wants it to be.
He gets to the edge of the bed, tilting his head slightly and giving Natsume a soft smile. ]
Good evening, kouhai. Are you ready for your tutoring session?