Rocking the milfy look

I anxiously waited for Chika to finish changing. What could she be wearing? Chances are something sporty considering we're heading to a sports center.

"And the wait is over! You ready to be wowed- Er, actually don't get too wowed since we don't want you fainting," Mariya chuckled as she stepped out first.

Gulp!

"And here I present... CHIKA TETSU!"

'Don't faint' she says. That's borderline impossible with how Chika's dressed! Sleeveless yellow bra top, sky blue capri jeans, and white sneakers. Chika Tetsu is in sneakers. Chika Tetsu is in sneakers and showing off so much smooth skin. That's an overload protocol if I ever saw one.

"Ara, I'm not used to wearing stuff like this. So, how do I look?" Chika giggled.

"Milfy."

"Mil-fy?"

Oh fuck, I said it out loud!

"Uh... You know, I saw flashes of Rie... from Basketball babes..."

"Ah! I guess I'm cosplaying in a sense. Hmm, Mariya, remember the last time I cosplayed as a character I voiced?"

"Been a while. Hmm... Shina?" Mariya shrugged.

Shina. I remember that. For context, Shina Hina is a character from the romance series, I go to high school. Shina's the third-year senpai with the motherly personality and short pink hair. Pretty sure she was just wearing a wig back then, but if she actually dyed her hair pink, that'd be hot as fuck.

"...thor-kun... Author-kun!"

"Huh?"

"Mo, your eyes were rolling back and your nose was bleeding."

I slowly reached for my face. Yup, blood. "Was I out?"

"Just for a few seconds. Now, shall we?"

Without warning, Chika grabbed my wrist and began dragging me out.

"I'll see you two later," Mariya waved.

Out in the downpouring rain with Chika, I found myself unable to faint as I clomped along after Chika as fast as my ankle would allow me to. Laugher began to spew from Chika's mouth, spreading to mine like smoke to a ventilation fan. Laughter really is contagious, especially in the rain.

Since we were in fast-mode, the journey to the sports center was like a blur, further enforced by the fact that there wasn't another soul out and about but us. Stepping inside the complex, reality found it's way back as my mind began to ask where the studio had gone.

"Alright. The reservation is set. So, ready for some hoops, Zane-kun?" Chika smiled as she came up to me with a basketball under her arm and a towel draped over her head.

"Y- Yes..."

Remember, this is affinity level 2. Don't go getting turned on by how cute she looks. I faint here with a bloody nose, who knows what might happen.

Reaching the court, Chika began smirking as she dribbled the ball. "Mariya said this outfit would help. And if you're saying it invokes images of Rie..."

Confidently, Chika tossed the ball behind her, attempting to pull off one of Rie's trick shots, only for the ball to bounce off the rim and roll away. She still stood there confidently with her eyes closed as I retrieved the ball, but her cheeks were clearly beginning to redden.

"Here, watch how I do it. It's harder to do it with the hoop behind you, but if you know the angle, you just gotta adjust the force," I stated as I studied the angle before turning and tossing the ball behind me.

Whoosh!

That satisfying whoosh, the subsequent bouncing and rolling of the ball, perfection.

"You make it look easy. I doubt I'd be able to replicate it," Chika somberly smiled.

"Are you Rie or Bella? Come on. Hold the ball like this," I grumbled as I placed the ball in Chika's hand before placing mt arm under hers. "Then, toss!"

Thunk! Whoosh!

Off the backboard, but into the hoop.

"See, just takes practice. Hmm?"

Chika's face was completely red, like, embarrassed red. Was she that ashamed that she needed my help? ... Oh fuck!

I put my arm under hers to help her. That's skin-to-skin contact! And I did it without asking! Did I accidentally nudge her boob? I don't think I did, but I wasn't paying attention-

"Zane-kun..."

"Y- Yes?"

"G- Give me warning before you help me... like that."

"BLAGH!"

*Zane has been overloaded with cuteness and has fainted*

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And there goes Zane-kun. Bad Chika, he was clearly trying to help you, why'd you go and ruin the moment by getting flustered? I just hope he wakes up soon. In the mean time...

I picked up the ball and tossed it behind me at the hoop.

Clang! Bonk! Thud!

I stared in horror as Zane was hit in the back of the head by the ball and fell face-first to the floor. Blood began to pool around his head as I began covering my mouth in horror, but then...

"Ugh, that hurt."

Zane got up and looked to have nothing more than a very bloody, but not broken, nose.

"Ah, I messed up," I smiled as I stuck my tongue out.

"I'll say. Now how about a proper one v one?"

"Just like in Basketball Babes."

"No, because there never was a Baro v Rie match."

"Then we're about to make one... NOW!"

...

Before I could react, Chika rushed me and swiped the ball, dribbling it up to the opposite hoop. There, she grabbed it and leaped up, slam dunking it with ease.

"That's 2. Now I'm going to win," Chika smirked as she tossed the ball to me.

"What makes you say that? I can make half-court shots, and those are 3," I scoffed as I did just that.

"Hmm, but I don't think you can catch me. If you're anything like Baro, your leg is pretty bad," Chika smiled as she took the ball and ran to the hoop for another slam dunk.

"Hence why I learned to make my shots stationary."

"And what if I rush you?" Chika smirked as she did just that and swatted the ball out of my hand, dribbling away with it.

"Then we modify the rules and reduce the size of the court to give me a better chance!" I shouted as I began to charge after her.

I was nowhere near as fast as I was before, nor did my special boot help alleviate the pain I was feeling from the excessive movement, but right now, I didn't care. My competitive fire was ignited, and I wanted to beat Chika.

As she reached the hoop and prepared for a slam dunk, I leapt up to the hoop and grabbed on, smacking the ball out of her hands, preventing a score.

"Wow, I thought you couldn't move very well anymore... or are you pushing yourself?"

I grimaced as I slowly grabbed the bottom of the net before letting go of the rim and lowering myself down at bit before letting go entirely. I landed upright, but boy did I feel the pain jolt up from my ankle up my entire right side.

"I can play hard, just this once."

"You really wanna go at it? Wanna make a bet, just like in the story?"

Without thinking, I agreed. Oh, if only I knew the implications of such rash judgement.