Derita's Beloved

"Oh, it's the gorilla cross-dresser!" I frown at the noisy voice. When I turn around, there's a trio from the soccer club. Onishi puts his hands on his hips and mimics a cross-dresser with exaggerated movements. "Your makeup's so thick today too~!" "Your eyebrows are thicker than yesterday, aren't they?" "Hey hey, tell us what color bra you're wearing~" Laughter echoes loudly. "......Damn brats." My voice is low. "Want me to shove some gauze in that smart mouth of yours and shut you up!?" An angry shout reverberates. I stride forward without even caring that my skirt is riding up— "Eek! The gorilla's super mad!" "Run away~!" The three of them shriek and scramble away. Breathing heavily through my shoulders, I watch their backs disappear. As I'm about to turn around—I notice my tight skirt has ridden up. "Ugh...!" My cheeks burn hot, and I hastily fix my hem. Feeling the gazes of passing students, I quickly head toward the school gate.