<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Karada%20Tamashi/Kanbaru%20Tsukihi/ShibuyaRinCinderellaGirls13_edit.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kanbaru Tsukihi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In homeroom.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erica Weaver, Takahashi Ren<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong><em>"E-heh... Come on... You can give me more than that, can't you? I'm just trying to start up a conversation here... How about this? If you don't wanna answer, just ask me whatever you like. Just... you know... be ready to answer the same question afterwards... Does that work?"</em></strong><br/><br/>As Weaver-san spoke I continued eating. I supposed I was being rather rude, it was just that to be brutally honest I would rather be left alone to remain anonymous. Being invisible helped me deal with the whirlwind that was running through my brain and my emotions - and it seemed, my body - all the time these days.<br/><br/><em>Am I just being a teenager and experiencing teenager things?</em><br/><br/>I had no idea, I hadn't got any friends<em>that</em>close to talk about this with. A boy would just spread the juicy sensational news that Kanbaru was<em>like that</em>to every other boy in the year. A girl might misinterpret my call for help and understanding as a slanted attempt at chatting her up. I would either scare people away or become a laughing stock.<br/><br/>I picked up a baby tomato with my chopsticks and popped it in my mouth, biting into it. It was really delicious, sweet and firm. Not as sweet as a nipple of course.<br/><br/><em>No! For heaven's sake! Not a nipple! A strawberry. A strawberry. Gods, get your brain under control woman! No nipples here, not now.</em><br/><br/>Then the thought just flew into my mind like a swallow zooming home to roost under the eaves. One second the nest was empty, next second - BLAM! - swallow. Quick as a flash. Only this wasn't a swallow, this was a question. Weaver-san had said I could ask anything, right? Well...<br/><br/>I finished chewing the nipple and made an unconcerned pose, resting my chin on my palm like I asked this question of every girl every day and gazing away from her out the window.<br/><br/><strong>"Weaver-san. What's it like having such big breasts?"</strong><br/><br/>Suddenly there was movement in my peripheral vision and Takahashi-san was there. He sat at an adjacent desk.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Hai....Tsukihi-san, Erica-san....do you mind if I eat lunch with you?  I...I have some cookies that I made last night....and I can share if you want?"</em></strong><br/><br/>I coloured up slightly and felt very awkward.<em>Did he hear what I said about girl's boobs? What is he thinking?</em>Would he be embarrassed and realise this was girl-talk and politely leave us?