Kato Satsuki and Koyanagi Kaho

The news of the anime adaptation had barely hit the official social media accounts when the clubroom door practically exploded off its hinges. A spontaneous flurry of colorful confetti rained down from the ceiling—where it came from, Satsuki didn't know, nor did she have the time to ask before a blur of teal hair slammed directly into her midsection.

"Satsuki! We did it! An anime adaptation!" Kaho squealed, her arms locking around Satsuki’s waist with the undeniable, terrifying strength of a girl possessed by sheer excitement.

Satsuki barely managed to keep her balance, her expression remaining a masterclass in stoic exasperation. To save her reading material from being crushed in the impact, she raised the pink booklet she had been reviewing high above the chaos. Just as perfectly captured in 0c08b97eccba71d3c9a696e7e91f9963.jpg, Kaho was clinging to her like a highly affectionate limpet, her face pressed flush against Satsuki’s midriff with a massive, radiant smile.

"I am aware, Kaho. The whole school is likely aware by now. Now, kindly unhand me," Satsuki sighed, her red eyes half-lidded as she looked down at the beaming girl.

"No freaking way! We have to celebrate!" Kaho shamelessly nuzzled her cheek against the soft fabric of Satsuki's uniform shirt, completely ignoring the sudden, sharp intake of breath from the taller girl. "Wow, you smell really good today... and you're surprisingly soft right here..."

"Hey—watch where you're pressing your face!" Satsuki's legendary cool facade cracked slightly. A faint, traitorous dusting of pink appeared on her pale cheeks as Kaho shifted, her chest pressing snugly against Satsuki's waist, while her hands wandered just a fraction of an inch too close to Satsuki's hips.

Kaho just giggled, looking up with bright, mischievous golden eyes. She pointed at the bright pink book in Satsuki's elevated hand. "Is that the new script? Why does it say Watanare with a 'Love Koala' drawn on it? Are there... special scenes we need to practice?"

"It is a mascot, you absolute idiot," Satsuki snapped, desperately trying—and failing—to ignore the overwhelming heat of Kaho's body pressed against hers. "There is absolutely nothing we need to practice. It's just a prop for the announcement."

"But koalas are known for clinging tightly to their favorite things!" Kaho declared enthusiastically. To prove her point, she squeezed tighter, shifting her weight and sliding her arms up slightly. The movement caused Kaho's soft chest to rub directly against Satsuki's ribs in a way that made Satsuki bite her lower lip to suppress a very un-cool, highly embarrassing sound.

Kaho's face was practically buried in Satsuki's chest now, and the teal-haired girl seemed completely unbothered—if not actively thrilled—by the dangerously close contact.

"Kaho, if you don't let go of me right this second, I am rolling up this Love Koala script and swatting you with it."

"Swatting me? Oh my!" Kaho’s eyes practically sparkled with a dangerous, ecchi curiosity. She didn't budge an inch. "Promises, promises, Satsuki. I dare you! But first, just ten more minutes of hugging! I'm doing method acting!"

Satsuki let out a long, defeated sigh, her grip tightening on the pink book as the last of the confetti settled around their feet. She couldn't push Kaho away without causing a scene, and deep down, she didn't entirely hate the warmth. She was, however, definitely going to need a raise for this anime.