Lesson Learned

A/N I listened to Mr Sandman by SYML and my God it shows. So if this chapter feels way too pretentious, blame it on listening to sad tunes while writing.

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"Wow, there it is!" Kurahashi yelled in excitement as the boat neared the island.

Mitsuko glanced up, leaning on the bars of the boat, she felt her excitement start to grow, smiling when she looked over at her classmates and then Koro-sensei.

We're actually going to do this!

Rio nudged her playfully. "Nervous?"

Her smile grew. "Not yet." She looked over at Koro-sensei who was vomiting over the boat, seasick. "But let's see how long we can keep him occupied."

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"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?" Mitsuko stared in a horror at the bright blue bikini Bitch-sensei was holding up.

The two of them were in one of the cozy changing huts near the beach. Group one had already gone off with Koro-sensei to go hand-gliding, which meant she and the rest of group two needed to get ready for recon.

Bitch-sensei grinned, waving the bikini on the hanger. "Hm, sexy right?" She winked. "This will do just the trick to woo, Nakamura."

Mitsuko went bright red. "There is no way in hell I'm wearing that!" she snapped, putting her foot down. "I'll look ridiculous!"

Her teacher scowled. "Oh, don't be such a prude." She placed her hands on her hips. "You're going snorkeling, this is a perfect opportunity."

"Yeah, to look like a hooker," Mitsuko remarked, folding her arms. "What's wrong with the swimsuit I already have?"

Bitch-sensei scoffed, barely glancing at the traditional blue school-issued swimsuit on the bench. "Other than a fashion disaster?" She crossed her arms. "Look, you're the one who wanted my help, kid. So you can either take it or leave it."

Mitsuko hesitated, grimacing when she looked at the bikini; it wasn't completely indecent, or at least by Bitch-sensei standard. It wasn't a thong so it would cover all the necessary regions, but the top half was a low cut and would show cleavage...

Gakushuu would throw a fit if he saw me in that.

Mitsuko felt her uneasiness grow. "I'll look ridiculous," she mumbled.

Bitch-sensei rolled her eyes. "No, you won't!" She raised the outfit back into view. "I picked it out especially to complement you best. It'll even make that pancake you call a chest look half-way decent."

A vein throbbed on her forehead. "Screw you."

Bitch-sensei smirked, tossing the bikini on the bench. "Fine. Don't wear it." She sighed loudly, turning away. "I was only trying to help."

Mitsuko frowned as she watched her leave the changing hut with a swift close of the door. She stood alone in silence for a while before her gaze shifted to her swimsuit and then the bikini.

It wasn't as if she was ashamed of her body, but showing that much skin was...

She hesitated for a long while until curiosity got the better of her and she removed her dress to try on the outfit.

It was a good fit and felt comfortable despite the amount of her midriff and cleavage showing, and she liked how it looked, despite everything.

Mitsuko's lips set in a thin line, looking down at herself. There was no need to even be self-conscious, her body was at the peak of physical health and there was a healthy amount of muscle on her stomach with some abs faintly visible; as it should be considering the Principal's high standards when it came to her and Gakushuu's physical health.