Translated: "Kokoro is a Hammer" Did another Kokoro picture and all that jazz. Even wrote the words for it myself. Trying to round out her cast, and since Taki's the Huge Schoolgirl/Genki Girl of the group, and Kokoro's the Gag Boobs one with the relatively normal disposition, I needed the third extreme, Slightly creepy pale emotionless glasses girl!

...Or something.
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The July sun beat down relentlessly. Ushima Kokoro had never really understood that expression, but she was starting to. Its bright rays were like a heavyweight boxer; full of grace and beauty when viewed from a distance, but hot, sweaty and painful when actually interacted with on any meaningful level. Not to mention that given enough rounds they could both knock you out. In one place, and only one place, was there a bit of a reprieve offered; the pool of South High School.
The young women of Class 1-C delighted in these daily excursions out of their classroom. The pool served as a literal oasis in the desert that was the rest of the campus, allowing them an hour to swim and frolic in the waters. And, though she sat on the sidelines, Kokoro was no exception.
"Kokoro-chan! Heeeeeeeey Kokoro-chan! Check this out!"
Kokoro glanced up. A decidedly Amazonian silhouette stood out on the edge of the high dive, against the white hot sphere of the sun. The shape gradually tipped forward, over the edge of the diving board, and plummeted with the finesse of a leaden bird. There A far less impressive splash than Kokoro would have expected from someone so large. But then, Taki had been blessed with the sort of unconventionally large body type that actually was smiled upon by the gods of aerodynamics. Kokoro rolled her eyes, her lips involuntarily thrusting out in a momentary pout.
It didn't help that Taki was showing off, and it wasn't at all a considerate thing for a friend to do when she full well knew that Kokoro could not do the same. She really couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as she watched the redhead slice through the water. The depths of the pool looked refreshing, and Kokoro felt exponentially cooler just from dipping her legs in the pool. But, that was as far as she was going. Were she to dive in she would sink like a bag of hammers. An adorable, personable bag of hammers, but a bag of hammers nontheless.
Her lack of aquatic skill made the inevitable puns about her "having a pair of floatation devices" all the more painful.
Having said that, anything beat the sweltering hell that was the classrooms. How anyone was expected to retain knowledge while their brains melted into a sticky grey paste she'd never know. Even on the sidelines, she had just enough cool water and calm breeze to keep from feeling as though she were going to dissolve into a steaming puddle.
There was one downside. With Taki preoccupied with enjoying the pool to its fullest, Kokoro found that her conversation was sorely lacking. The present company was not forthcoming with the pleasantries.
"It's hot, isn't it?" she said, momentarily glancing behind her.
"Ah," came the barely perceptible reply.
That seemed to be the extent of the young woman's vocabulary. But then, that was what Kokoro knew of Yanagi Shizuka. Despite sharing a classroom with the girl she had never heard her utter anything longer than a single syllable. And even those abbreviated responses took a great deal of prodding.
Wait, no. Perhaps she was being a tad unfair. She had just asked a silly question. The fact that they were a few moments away from spontaneous combustion was answer enough to the question of it being hot. But then, that sort of rhetorical question was required of Japanese culture, wasn't it? Shizuka was all but mandated to respond, wasn't she?
"So, you're not swimming?" Kokoro volunteered.
"..."
Kokoro wasn't entirely sure how someone could even vocalize a set of ellipses, but Shizuka managed. Stranger still to the overly busty young woman was that she was able to understand it.
"...No," Shizuka said finally.
"Ah. I...can't swim," Kokoro said lamely. "I was hoping I'd be able to learn, but then...you know, puberty." Kokoro shrugged. The action made her chest rise and fall with the sort of grandeur usually reserved for dictators. For celestial bodies instead of human.
"Ah," Shizuka replied. It was a curious sort of utterance that, somehow, managed to confer almost two decades worth of boredom in a single breath. Her expression -if she even had more than the one- was impossible to read, hidden as it was behind a partition of glasses and hair. There was that, at least. Shizuka was pretty much the only other person that didn't treat her breasts like a separate entity. In fact, in that regard she was even better than Taki. She didn't seem to even notice them, and if she did, she wasn't giving any indication.
"Can you swim?" Kokoro said curiously. As she looked Shizuka over, she'd never noticed it before, but given the cut of the school's swimsuits she had to admit that the bespectacled girls' legs definitely seemed...sturdy enough to propel her through the water with ease.
"?"
Again, that strange language of speaking in punctuation. How was she doingthat?
"I meant, why aren't you swimming?"
"That would get my book wet," Shizuka frowned. The sheer number of words seemed to exhaust her. And, she didn't seem to be at all aware of the fault in bringing a novel to the pool. But then, if not for the fact that the book changed almost every day, Kokoro would have theorized that the tome was a part of the young woman's body.
On the other hand, it was probably way harder to find a pool interesting after reading 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.