Mimoko's friend group

As the lunch hour approached, Mimoko found herself surrounded by her friends, amongst them, Iori, Utami, and the red-haired girl, Tadae Yoshida.

"I dang dun think them drill look might purdy on ya," a girl with a blonde afro perm grinned as she gave one of Mimoko's drill tails a playful flick.

"Yasuyo, that was cringe. Could you drop the fake accent?" Tadae snarled.

"What "fake accent"? I'm a dang dun honkytonk Texan," the blonde haired girl huffed.

This was a complete lie as this girl, Yasuyo Hayashi, was 100% Japanese with no American ancestry or ties, whatsoever. She was just a girl obsessed with Texas, one that had never even been to it.

"Your accent is cringe, but you're right that Mi looks damn sexy with drills instead of plain straight twintails. Gives her more regality," a girl with spray tanned skin and long bleached blonde hair named, Kimiko Okada," swooned as she twirled Mimoko's other drill tail around her finger.

"If you agree that Mimoko-sama is divine, hands off her hair," Utami glared.

"Oh, don't be so sour. We can play with Mimoko-chan," a girl with long blue hair named, Yamane Matsumoto, giggled as she began stroking the top of Mimoko's head.

"Uh, um, could I join in?" a girl with spray tanned skin and long violet hair, trembled.

"Nope, Mi's all mine, Syama," Kimiko snarled.

"Don't be so mean to your sister, Kimiko-chan," Mimoko frowned.

"Gah! Sorry! I'll let her touch your hair! Don't banish me!"

"Lol, you're lucky Mimo-chan decided not to stay bald, otherwise you'd all have to slap her head," Iori snickered.

Everyone but Utami turned to Iori in shock.

"Don't read too deeply into it. It was just one of those photoshop things she put on me," Mimoko grumbled.

Everyone calmed down instantly.

"Photoshop? Ah, that's nothing then. If you really went bald, I'd have a freakout. You and bald just don't mix," Kimiko huffed.

Mimoko nervously chuckled before shooting Iori a nasty glare.

"I take it that video of you "going bald" was also faked due to your hair being perfectly fine," Tadae growled as she stared at Iori's hair.

"Wig."

"I'm not stupid. I study cosmetology. After all, Mimo's gonna need someone to doll her up if she goes pro model," Tadae smiled as she gently tilted up Mimoko's chin.

Mimoko began to blush as an aura of pure rage began to erupt from Utami.

"AHEM! Would you ladies be so kind as to refrain from indecent flirting?" Mai scowled as she and a girl with long silver hair, thick eyebrows, and massive breasts, walked by.

"Girl can't help if she's just that sexy. Buzz off, Mai," Kimiko snarled.

"That we cannot," the silver-haired girl scowled.

"Oh great, it's Hentai large. How'd you develop so differently from your aunt?" Irori grumbled.

The silver-haired girl scowled. "My aunt is the outlier. I'm a principled young woman that advocates for things that will better society at large. You, Iori Ishikiridokoro, are nothing but a disgrace to women worldwide. The indecent things you say and do, thanks to you and my aunt, many that come to see me are not interested in the content of my speeches, but the mounds of fat hanging from my chest!"

"Uh, that was all you, er, family genetics at the least."

"AND WHO IS IT THAT CLAIMS "BREAST JIGGLING" IS A SIGN OF A GOOD WOMAN, YOU OR ME!?"

"Ah, you feeling threatened that a G-cup might dethrone a mighty H-cup? HEY EVERYONE! WE GOT A TITTY JIGGLIN' CONTEST!"

All eyes turned towards Iori as the silver-haired girl began to tremble in fury.

"Ishikiridokoro... when I'm prime minister, I'll ensure perverts like you never have a lease on life," the silver-haired girl snarled as she slowly walked away.

"No one would vote for you anyway! Bet I'd landslide you in a head-to-head!"

"Um, Iori-chan, you really shouldn't be fighting with Ginkawa-chan like that," Mimoko whispered.

"What? I ain't afraid of her money and power. I got subs, she's got none."

The silver-haired girl spun around in fury as Mai desperately tried to calm her down. "Don't let her provoke you, Shirako. She wants an outburst."

The silver-haired girl sighed and continued on her way. As the daughter of current prime minister, Natsu Ginkawa, Shirako was born and bred on politics with aspirations of someday becoming prime minister herself. As such, her personality clashed with Iori's a number of fronts, thanks in no small part to her aunt, Harumi, the current head of the wealthy Ginkawa family and CEO of Ewetube, being quite the fan of Iori's and echoing her ecchi ideals. That being said, Shirako was student council secretary and current acting president as Kazuya still had yet to return to school following his abduction by Tsar Grigori.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of the lunch hour, Iori decided to ask Mimoko something. "Wanna come stream with me n' Carol-chan at her place?"

"How far away is she?"

"About a train ride north, and we're there."

"How north?"

"Nikko north?"

"Iori-chan, that's a long train ride."

"Eh, if you're free you're free, if not, catch the stream tonight."

Mimoko let out a sigh. "Just this once, but just to say hi. I'm not filming or being filmed."

"YAY!"

...

Arriving at a traditional Japanese home, the two were greeted at the door by a tubby old man. This was Carol's grandfather, Harold.

"I got it from here, grampy. Welcome in!" Carol smiled as she strolled up to the door.

"You know em?" Harold asked.

"Yeah, no need to worry."

Harold stepped aside, but kept a watchful eye as Iori and Mimoko followed Carol in.

"This place is huge! How'd you score it?" Iori asked as the three made their way to Carol's room.

"Found it cheap, and decided to go for it. It's out in the countryside so it's nice and quiet here," Carol replied.

"Your grandfather seemed a bit weary of us, though I can kind of understand why," Mimoko grumbled as she zeroed in on Iori.

"He's like that for everyone. He's- We've both had reason to be weary in the past."

Mimoko raised an eyebrow as did Iori, but the conversation went no further as Carol directed everyone to a table in the center of the room.

"Here's the main setup. I got this thing outfitted with a feet cam, so we can double the views and revenue."

"FEET CAM!? You're degenerate and I love it!" Iori grinned as her socks came flying off.

"Want in, Mimo?"

It didn't take even a fraction of a second for Mimoko to say, "No!"