"Oh dear god... Honoka...?" Umi stared with her mouth agape as her best friend waltzed into the room, as lively and energetic as ever.
"Mom and Yukiho always get on my case for reading manga at home... The other girls should have gone home already too, so I should be safe to chill in here, hehe!"
Just like Umi had before, Honoka pulled up the chair Umi had previously fallen asleep on, forcing Umi to dodge out of the way from the chair's screeching legs. Digging through her school bag, Honoka pulled out some dumb gag manga and a large bag of chips to begin her relaxation time.
Umi gulped as she knew Honoka would be her only choice if she wanted help. Surely Honoka would fully take this situation seriously, right...?
Mustering up what little courage she had, Umi ran up to Honoka's school loafers and knocked on them. But her fists bounced off easily, the shoe's leather being more like an impenetrable stone wall at her size. There was no way Honoka would notice her down here. She'd have to climb her friend...
"Honoka! Honoka down here!"
...No response.
"Shit... sigh Here goes nothing..."
Umi grabbed the leather footholds on Honoka's loafer and began climbing. Occasionally Honoka would burst into laughter from her manga or scratch an itch on her leg. Umi prayed she wouldn't be perceived as a simple itch or bug at this size. Umi made it to Honoka's black socks and found that climbing them was a bit easier. It was hard not to notice the slight odor that emanated from the sweaty sock, but Umi was thankful she just had to climb it and wasn't in it. The sweat allowed for an easier grip which was nice, however.
Reaching Honoka's knee was a bit trickier. Umi was glad her giant friend listened to her lectures about idols needing to keep their legs clean and shaved, but now Umi was left with far less grip to hang onto. If Honoka crossed her legs right now, Umi would certainly be squashed under the oblivious girl's other thigh. After that struggle was over, Umi's climb was halfway done. At least the rest of Honoka's leg wouldn't be a vertical ascent, she could just walk across her thigh.
It was humiliating to know that even on a sensitive place like her thigh, Honoka still didn't notice Umi was there. She was tempted to give Honoka a tickle, but worried about being swatted or crushed instantly.
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