#crxer

When people thought graceful, sometimes they'd think of the brunette (when they weren't talking about Mitsuru of course). So of course, they wouldn't think such a person like Minako would even dare let go of her racket as she swung it around. Nope, not at all!

She was far more careful after all! And yet, here she was, running over to the stranger who had suffered the sad fate of being on the receiving end of the flying tennis racket. The brunette's face matched her crimson eyes, eyebrows furrowed in both embarrassment and worry. 

Sunny days have always been difficult for the gyaru. Thick locks of hair do not provide much shade, and instead harbour the heat. Ah, but it's just another excuse to shed her clothes and wear as little as possible.             Sporting what could hardly be classified as a skirt paired with a bikini top, the girl sat atop a wall, heels clicking against the stone as she swung her legs. Ah, the passersby weren't very interesting -- they all looked the same as one another, until:             "Heya kiddo. You've got blue hair."