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It was a crisp autumn day at Hope’s Peak Academy, the kind of day where the leaves outside the windows turned gold and the air carried just enough chill to make scarves feel necessary. And Mikan Tsumiki waited patiently by her desk for the bell to ring, anxiously figeting whit a pink scarf around her neck . The moment the bell rang the classroom burst into motion- students began grabbing bags, packing up their things, chatting loudly ready to head out for recess.
Just then two familiar students from the Reserve Course slipped in through the door, Hajime Hinata and Sato, arrived—Hajime bearly having time to say his greetings before being immediately dragged away by a sleepy Chiaki for another game session muttering something about “grinding levels,” while Sato made a beeline straight for Mahiru Koizumi.
Sato approached Mahiru with a rare smile, greeting her warmly. "You girls ready?" She asked as she turned to us.
Mahiru returned the greeting whit a smile of her own. "yeah, we're almost done." She said as she finished gething the last book in her backpack. "Ibuki’s already at the door, but Hiyoko’s having a crisis with her bag again."
Sure enough, Ibuki Mioda was already at the door, bouncing on her feet with excitement "Come on slowpokes!" and a little impacience.
But Hiyoko Saionji was struggling with her stuff "In a minute you iperactive child!", she said exaspareted as she whined about her “stupid heavy stuff.”
Prompting Mahiru to help her so they could go already.
After that the the whole group—Mahiru, Sato, Ibuki, Hiyoko, and a quiet Mikan—headed out into the hallway together. They walked down the halls together, laughing and chatting echoing off the walls.
Ibuki was in full hype mode. "Guys, guys! Ibuki has something amazing to announce!" the energetic girl excitedly shared that. "Sayaka Maizono and Kaede Akamatsu have agreed do a collab concert next weekend! We'll be like the ultimate heavy classical/metal pop idol rock concert! It’s gonna be lit!"
The group gave various reactions—some were intrigued like Mahiru, who was curius on how the geners would mix, smiled. "That actually sounds interesting." while Sato shudered already imagining the musical carnage that would come out of it.
Hiyoko was mostly indifferent. "As long as a certain someone dosen’t sing off-key." She already didn't considered idols real musicians and whit Ibuki's involmente she didn't think that what they were going to produce would even clasify as music.
Sato chuckled softly, at Hiyoko's acertions.
but as the others gave their comments on the idea Mikan was distracted, and remained fidgety playing whit the edge of her scarf.
Mahiru noticed and asked, “Mikan, are you okay? You look kinda flushed." then eyeing the fluffy artcle around her neck she asked "Are you feeling hot in that scarf?"
Before Mikan could answer, Hiyoko cackled. "Eww! She’s sweating like the sweaty little pig she is! Take off that thing already, you weirdo!"
Mahiru shot her a glare, "Hiyoko, don’t be rude!" and Hiyoko huffed, crossing her arms. Mahiru frowned.
Mikan blushed, shaking her head quickly. "I-It’s nothing, I-I’m fine! I’m just feeling a little under the weather… that’s all…" she let out a nervous giggle, trying to brush off the concern.
Ibuki seeing an opportunity gasped dramatically "Mikan is sick? that just won't do!" then she gave a proud smile declaring “Don't worry! Nurse Ibuki will heal you with the power of song!”
And before Mikan could protest, Ibuki immediately launched into an an impromptu serenade to "heal" her. It was both off-key and overly dramatic. Everyone winced.
It was bad...
The group either laughed at Ibuki's shenanigans or groaned at her display. Except for Mikan, who forced a nervous laugh, as her mind was thinking of something else.
As they continued walking, Mikan eyes drifted toward Sato, she couldn’t help but notice how Sato was leaning her head against Mahiru’s shoulder as the latter showed her the latest photos she’d taken on her camara. Sato’s small smile and faint blush as they looked at pictures together didn’t go unnoticed.
Mikan instantly recognized that look and couldn't help but smile softly to herself. She understood that look and she knew that feeling perfectly. After all, she had a beloved she cherished too.
"Whoa, Mikan’s blushing super hard!" Ibuki suddenly called out, snapping her out of her thoughts. "Oh no! That cold must be getting worse!"
Mikan panicked as the group turned toward her, and Mahiru frowned "if you’re feeling too warm," she then reached out. "Maybe you should take that scarf off—" she suggested.
Mikan’s eyes widened as Mahiru's han reached for her scarf. "N-no don't, Ah!" Mikan jumped back and yelped. Mahiru stoped looking at her surpriced at her reaction. "— I-I just remembered I have something important i need to do! I gotta go!" bowing quickly before she spun on her heel and bolted, dashing off down the hall and leaving her friends all staring after her in confusion.
—
Mikan didn’t stop running until reaching her destination, her nurse’s office. She nearly stumbled as she reached the entrance, chest heaving and breathless. After taking a second to catch her breath She hesitated before opening the door worried she had taken too long to ditch her friends, she then turned the door knob and burst inside, heart pounding. “I’m not late, am I?”
To her imense relief, she found Junko Enoshima was still there. However, the blonde fashionista tapped her foot impatiently, an unimpressed look on her face.
“Finally,” Junko drawled, voice dripping with annoyance. “Took your sweet time, didn’t ya?” She teased, folding her arms. "Where the hell *were* you? What took so long?" She demanded whit an impatient glint in her eyes.
Mikan fidgeted as she tried to explain herself. "I-I’m so s-sorry! I-I was with my friends, and—"
Junko suddenly slumped over the desk dramatically, looking devastated. "Oh, so they’re more important than *me* now?" she said feigning heartbreak whit mushrooms sprouting from her head "you care about them more than me? I knew it..."
"N-No!" Mikan’s eyes widened in panic. "You’re the most important person in my life! I swear!" Mikan blurted, voice filled with sincerity.
Junko immediately perked up, cheeks tinged pink. "Tch. S-shut up!" she muttered in a sudently giddy tone. Junko was visibly blushing before rolling her eyes, waving her hands, "Jeez, quit saying stuff like that. D-dummy!" She said though the small, pleased smile remained.
Mikan had long gotten used to Junko’s unpredictable mood swings. How she would change up how she acted mid conversation becouse she got bored of the curent personality, It was part of her charm.
Mikan glanced around looking for something, she shifted on her feet before asking, "Um… W-Where’s Mukuro? She’s usually with you, always a few feet away…"
Junko scoffed and waved a hand dismissively. “Ugh. My class had some stupid event, so I made her dress up as me and go in my place. Gotta make that scrany mutt do something usefull, you know.”
That made sense... The part of her dressing as her not the mutt part.
Then, Junko’s smirk returned. “But enough about her. Let’s talk about you.” Her lips curled as she she leaned in and wispered conspiratorially. “Do you have *it*?”
Mikan’s face went completely red as her blush deepened , but she nodded shyly. "Y-Yes… I have it… right here." Fingers trembling she reached for her scarf and pulled it away slowly, as it was unwrapped and fell to the floor, it revealed a cute pink collar snugly fastened around her neck.
Junko’s eyes lit up and sparkled with excitement. "You *actually* wore it!" She clapped her hands together in delight. “Awww, I’m so proud of you~!”
Then her entire demeanor shifted in an instant. Her voice grew sultry, and she pulled out a matching pink leash from somewere in her uniform.
"Such a Good girl." she practically purred, stepping closer.
Mikan shuddered at the praise, face growing even hotter as Junko walked up to her and her breath hitched as she clipped the leash onto her collar with a soft click.
Junko gave it an experimental gentle tug. Mikan’s knees nearly buckled.
Junko with a smug grin whispered. "You know what comes next." then sauntered over to the chair, sat down and gave the leash another light tug. “C'mere, babe.”
Mikan could only nod as Junko guided her forward. "On your knees" Junko ordered and Mikan obeyed instantly letting the blonde tug her along by the leash until she knelt before her.
"Now, why don’t you show me how much you *adore* me?" Junko cooed. She then extended one leg, boot gleaming, lifting it and pressing it toward Mikan.
Junko smirked. “Kiss my feet.”
Swallowing hard, Mikan hesitated only for a moment before taking one of Junko’s legs in her hands. She delicately pressed her lips against the tip of Junko’s high-heeled boot. Junko hummed in approval, watching as Mikan then carefully untied the laces before slipping the boot off, revealing Junko’s smooth, perfectly manicured foot.
Junko wiggled her toes teasingly before moving her foot closer. nudging Mikan’s face with them. "Come on, babe. Keep going."
Mikan’s heart hammered. She took Junko’s foot carefully, then pressed a kiss to the top of her foot tickling junko slightly. She then pressed another kiss a little higher. Then one on her ankle. Then on her leg. Then her knee. then further up, slow and reverent. Junko’s breath hitched as Mikan’s lips traced along her calf, then her inner thigh—each one reverent.
A soft, pleased gasp escaped Junko's lips as she tilted her head back slightly. "Mmm… Damn, you really are good at this, my pet."
Mikan shivered, her lips brushing higher, making Junko grip the leash tighter. Her breathing grew heavier, the tension thick between them. When she reached the hem of Junko’s skirt and pressed a kiss right against her core through the fabric, Junko’s head fell back with a sharp gasp. The scent of her sent a dizzy rush through Mikan.
Junko couldn’t wait any longer. She reached down and yanked on the leash upward, making Mikan sit up. With a flick of her wrist, she beckoned Mikan forward pulling her into her lap.
Mikan carefully straddled her, hands resting on Junko’s shoulders. Junko cupped her flushed face, bringing her closer. Their lips were mere inches apart.
“Eyes on me, pet.” Junko said whit a lustfull but demanding voice.
Mikan's heart was hamering ageinst her chest as she looked into the pools that were Junko's eyes. Then Junko pulled her colar making their mouths colide in a needy kiss. Mikan’s breath hitched, then she closed her eyes as their lips crashed together—hot, messy, desperate. Tongues tangled, breaths mingled, the kiss growing deeper and needier by the second.
Sudetly Junko's hand slaped her butt making Mikan’s eyes shot open. Before she closed them again, losing herself to the feeling as Junko squished her rump.
Then—Just as Junko's hand was about slip beneath Mikan's skirt—
The door suddenly flew open.
Ibuki rushed in shouting cheerfully. "MIKAN, WE CAME TO MAKE SURE YOU FEEL BETTER—!" Then her voice came to an abrupt stop as she froze mid-step.
The room went dead silent.
Mikan’s eyes snapped open in horror as she turned to see the entire group frozen in the doorway.
Mahiru’s face burned as it went went beet red. Sato, equally flustered had her mouth open, before she glanced away as her cheeks turned pink.
Even Hiyoko, for all her teasing, was momentarily stunned, before bursting into laughter. "Oh my *gods*, Tsumiki! I *knew* you were into weird stuff, but *this*?!" She was laughing so hard she had to clutch her stomach.
Ibuki on the other hand, after a stunned second instead of being embarrassed she grinned. "Ohhhh~ Junko the fashionista? how scandalous! Congratulations on the pull Mikan! You go, girl!"
Mikan hid her face bihind her hands and wanted the floor to swallow her whole.
Junko, however, was completely unfazed. She simply stood up, slipping her missing high heel boot back on and dusted herself off before she gave the group a lazy wave and casually greeting them . "Oh hey, girls. Didn’t hear ya knock."
"Sorry to disapoint but i have places to be." she said as she strode toward the door, leash still in hand. But then she stoped looked back to Mikan over her shoulder with a devious smirk. "Come along, babe. We’re leaving."
Mikan stammered, trying and struggling to form an excuse or protest, but before she could say anything, Junko simply tugged on the leash playfuly, forcing a flustered beyond belief Mikan to stumble after her on shaky legs.
The four girls watched them leave in dead silence.
—
The group stood outside the nurse’s office, still processing what had just happened.
Mahiru finally found her voice and was the first to speak, voice still shaky. "Did we… did we just walk in on Mikan With the Junko Enoshima? Being… intimate?!" she strugled to say the last part.
“Yeah...” Sato nodded slowly confirming it, face still bright red. "I saw it too."
Mahiru groaned, buring her face in her hands. "I’m going to pretend I didn’t see the leash…"
Hiyoko, on the other hand, was still wheezing with laughter. “Oh my god, that was hilarious! I always knew Mikan was a total sub, but I didn’t think she’d be that much of one! She was on a literal leash!”
Sato nudged her whit her elbow. “Hey, Cut it out! Don’t tease her too much, she looked completely mortified.”
“Ibuki thinks it was kinda cute!” Ibuki just grinned brightly. “Mikan finally found someone who appreciates her. I’m happy for her!"
Mahiru groaned from behind her hands. “But did it have to be Junko of all people…" Mahiru sighed. “I just hope she doesn’t mess with Mikan too much.”
Hiyoko wiped a tear from her eye, still giggling. “Uh, hate to break it to you, but it's a little too late for that." Hiyoko smirked. “she already has Mikan on a leash.”
Sato let out a flustered sigh. “Why did you have to say it like that?”
Mahiru let out a long, defeated groan. “I was trying to forget that part…” Mahiru shook her head. “Let’s just… move on and pretend we never saw that.”
Ibuki giggled. “Too late! This is going into the memory hall of fame!” She said saving a picture on her phone.
Mahiru groaned again, but deep down, she couldn’t deny… Mikan did look happy.
—
Outside in the hallway, Junko glanced back at her flushed, collared girlfriend and smirked. “Don’t worry, Mikan. We’ll continue this later… where no one can interrupt.”
Mikan’s only response was a tiny, embarrassed squeak—and the soft jingle of the leash as she followed her beloved without hesitation.