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oh look, it’s the hottest slob around 

thanks for getting me into slob, btw headache

What? 

Oh, this? It’s not a bedsheet she’s wearing like a high rise skirt, not at all. It’s not like her wardrobe was suddenly replaced by a bunch of things she absolute couldn’t wear out in public, so cannibalized her covers to keep her gut decent.

That’s silly.

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RED = RUBY ITS CLOSE ENOUGH AND I WAS GONNA DO IT TOO

Now it’s time for my signature catchphrase

Satsuki studied some of the monitors from one of her personal surveillance offices.  She had two portable sofas and a coffee table loaded with pastries and tea set behind her.  She was expecting a visitor,  though she wasn’t sure from where.

She was referring to her sister, of course.  She had left some cryptic and imperious message, something that sounded vaguely like a threat or a challenge, and just let their prior relationship do the rest.  They were always able to find each other.

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Ryuko had beaten the living tar out of 90% of Honnouji’s clubs in her race to the top, with many more absurd organizations and after-school activity clubs donning their Goku uniforms in a vain attempt to stop the rampaging roughouser from clawing her way up the social ladder. Cooking clubs, art clubs, underwater basket weaving, no stone was left unturned as the massive academy threw near all of its resources to bring Ryuko’s rapid ascent to a halt.  For now, there was one club that the student council hadn’t sent at the impatient pugilist, and for relatively good reason: Even with Satsuki’s declaration, they hadn’t taken up her offer and rejected the Goku uniforms that were assigned.  The Weightlifting Team wasn’t a new addition to the Honnouji roster, but it happened to be run by some of the most laid-back members of the academy, doing well in their academic studies but excelling at their sport. They were a problematic bunch to deal with, as they had excellent credentials that gave them little oversight, and thus the student council couldn’t do a whole lot besides threaten expulsion and dissolution of the team. 

So now, on Honnouji’s fields of violence, the best representative they could muster stood, dressed casually and looking a little sheepish. Her carrot-colored hair and brilliant green eyes stood out against the drab, prison-like backdrop of the school’s building, while her round face and smile were certainly out of place among the stoic masses that made up a majority of the student body. Nowhere near as large as Gamagori was, she was nonetheless well-built and heavyset, a padded layer of thick fat over a body grown from hours of carb-loading and intense weight training. She was so broad at the shoulders that even the largest track jacket the team could afford was nearly popping off of her large chest and beefy shoulders, while the spandex pants clung to her shapely backside and hefty thighs.