Yu remembered, with a certain odd sense of nostalgia, how when his day had started, his greatest concern was how he would keep three of the four most important women in his life from accidentally creating a biohazard or burning his house down. Then he ate a strange mushroom in the fridge, shrank to the size of an insect, and forcibly became far better acquainted with his kohai's feet than even the most dedicated foot fetishist would probably feel comfortable with.
Said kohai was now sitting in his living room, oblivious to his presence on her foot as she waited for him to show himself. Fortunately, she was sitting still at the moment, giving him a chance to climb up her calf and reach the bottom of her capri pants. The threads from these provided much more convenient handholds than Rise's smooth skin, so as long as the unaware pop idol sat perfectly still for just a few more minutes, Yu would be able to climb up to her lap, and hopefully have a much better shot at getting her to notice him.
As Yu would soon learn the hard way, sitting still wasn't something Rise Kujikawa did.
Where is he?! Rise thought to herself as she absently kicked her legs back and forth before crossing them. A small amount of legitimate concern was starting to creep into her already established sense of impatience.
"SEMPAIIII!" She yelled, stamping her feet a few times for effect. "You're being a crappy host!" Tapping her foot a few more times, she sighed and got off the couch. "That's it, I'm coming to look for you!" She walked up the stairs to her sempai's room, unaware that her little mini-tantrum had just shaken said sempai so vigorously that he almost threw up on her leg.
On the second floor of the Dojima's house, Rise found herself at the door to Yu's room. "Sempai!" she called out again, knocking on the door. "Are you in there?" She tested the door and found it unlocked. "I'm going into your room and touching all your stuff!" she declared as she entered the room.
Rise wasn't exactly sure what to expect from her sempai's room, but for the most part it was fairly normal. There was a couch, a work table, a desk for studying, and a folded up futon in the corner. The only thing that really stood out to her as surpising was the model robot in progress on the work table, as well as the two or three finished models- all obviously put together and hand painted by her sempai- on the shelf by the door.
"Oh, I didn't know Sempai was into that. That's pretty cool!" Rise mused to herself. If she had learned about this hobby in anyone other than her sempai, "cool" would probably not be the word she'd choose. But her sempai saved her from a giant, psychotic, multicolor stripper version of herself. The scale for him was different.
"Let's see... I am currently in Sempai's room," Rise announced out loud, still half expecting Yu to be totally within hearing distance and just messing with her. "It seems... quite clean for a boy of his age." She looked around, finger to her chin in faux-concentration. "There doesn't seem to be anything lying around that he wouldn't want me to see..."
She wandered over to the futon. "So... where could the goods in question be hiding?" She picked up the futon and checked under it. "No, not there." She opened the closet door. "No illicit materials, but now I know where he keeps his sword collection. Gee, I wonder how he'll explain that to the Dojimas if they see it..."
While Rise was invading his privacy, Yu was fighting to keep his grip on her pants leg, any progress in climbing up it extremely slow going due to Rise's constant motion. While he was dimly aware that Rise was in his room- and somewhat vexxed that she was rifling through his things, even if he didn't have any "goods" like she was expecting- he was mostly focused on his survival, which right now meant clinging to Rise for all he was worth and not falling to the floor. He had survived being stepped on by her once today. He would not survive a second time.
Rise eventually gave up on snooping through Yu's room and plopped down on his couch, putting her feet up on the work table. "Well, that was a fun way to kill five minutes," she sighed. "Seriously, Sempai, where are you?"
On her pants leg, Yu collapsed, relieved to not have to fight gravity for a while as he lay down and caught his breath. He looked up at Rise, who, after all she just accidentally put him through, was now just sitting on a couch upstairs as opposed to downstairs. "What, was the downstairs couch not comfortable enough for you, Rise-chan?" Yu asked, knowing the giant girl couldn't hear his sarcastic question. "Ah well. Maybe I can get her attention now." No other option, he moved down the leg towards his friend looming in the distance.
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