Mikuru flinched as she stared at the new maid outfit she had been told to wear. She looked over the white-and-pink design, and groaned to herself. She was particularly glad she stayed behind, and that nobody was around to see or hear her.
Over the past few weeks, Haruhi's teasing had begun to take it's toll on the poor time-traveller. It was at least tolerable before, but this...this was too much. Haruhi had slowly become more forceful and public with her displays, which was causing extreme stress on Mikuru. Now, she had to wear a maid outfit which barely covered her, which made Mikuru shudder at all the teasing and pervert-istic madness that would be unleashed from this.
Mikuru hung up her old maid outfit, and got back into her school uniform. She grabbed her bag, and began to walk down the street. Along the way, she stopped by the local burger joint she passed every day; usually, this was where she had dinner: from a fast-food place, cheeseburger meal with a side of Dr Pepper. So it wasn't surprising when she entered, and waved to the cashier. The cashier here was a good friend of Mikuru's; she was always sympathetic and kind, and always listened to the high schooled whenever she had troubles.
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