Ryuko Caption

It had been a LONG day. Making sure that you kept your distance from the other two star goku uniform wearers, the various captains of the different clubs at Honnoji Academy. You honestly had thought that there was NO WAY that this academy could have gotten weirder with your few years here. You were hoping that this last year was going to be as “relaxed” as last year. Though, there was one, MAJOR change here these past few months. One person threw the relative peace (even if it WAS tyrannical) that Lady Satsuki had brought to this academy. One girl who stood up against her, one person who could actually stand up against the President of the Student Council and caused her to begin a strange tournament, the prelims of which took all week apparently. You sighed, still amazed at that young woman’s rebellious nature. She was pretty crazy, had to be to go up against Satsuki on the first day she got here. She was also pretty, well, pretty too. You had a decent selection of photos of both her and Lady Satsuki, thanks to being a photographer for the school newspaper
Your thoughts were interrupted as you crashed into a pole. You let out several different pain noises all at once, reeling back, bumping into someone, knocking them back. She let out a surprised yelp as she landed. You turn, an apology ready, only for it to be caught in your throat. Rubbing her ass as she rose was a young woman with a black sailor uniform on that had an eye on the left side of the shirt. And short, black hair with a single, huge, red line of hair on her head, just over bright blue eyes. Fear started to overcome you as you froze in place as you recognized Ryuko Matoi, trying to apologize for knocking her down.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” she said nonchalantly. “It’s not like you’re trying to strip me as we speak. For once this week.” You let out a sigh of relief. She didn’t seem to upset thankfully. “Though you may want to get your face checked. It looks like you got stepped on by your president.” Her mocking of you made you realize that she had seen you walk into that pole. “So what were you thinking about? Trying to get through this week in one piece? Or have you already been knocked out and were thinking of how to get revenge?”
You didn’t answer, unsure of how to. While you were silent, the rebel walked up to you, waving her gloved left hand in your face. “Uuuhh, heeellllloooo? Earth to dumbass? You still here? Or are you enjoying your trip to LaLa land?” Her movement and taunting still hadn’t really broken you out of your trance, hoping that she didn’t recognize you. Though your eyes caught movement on her chest. Did...did the eye of her uniform move?

“Senketsu, you HAVE to be kidding me.” Was she TALKING to her uniform? There’s no way she was- “Hey, are you a member of the newspaper club? A photographer for it right? I think a friend of mine and I saw you during one of our fights. And, APPARENTLY, you decided to photograph me ass rather than the fight itself.”

Your eyes widen in fear as Ryuko starts cracking her knuckles, taking a couple steps towards you. “You got a LOT of nerve taking pictures of me like that. I hope you’re ready to pay for that.” You try to take a few steps back, only for her to grab your shirt and pull her towards you, holding a fist near your head. You flinch as you wait for her fist to make contact, only for her fist to lower. And continue lowering. You look at her, a smirk formed on her face.

“I’m gonna try a technique that a friend of mine taught me. Maybe that’ll make you learn your damn lesson,” Ryuko stated, her gloved hand sinking into the front of your pants. Confusion was swiftly replaced by pain as you felt your tighty whities shoot up, crushing your crotch as Ryuko pulled with inhuman strength. Your view of Ryuko was almost immediately covered by white as the black haired rebel stifled laughter. “You ACTUALLY still wear these? Last time I saw ANYONE wearing tighty whities was YEARS ago! What, is this part of your goddamn uniform?” Her laughter only intensified as she yanked your underwear higher, now a few inches above your head. You hear her mutter, “Shut up Senketsu,” before attaching the front of your underwear to the back of your head. You vision blocked by your tighty whities, you stumble a little, trying to get your underwear off your head, when you feel Ryuko quickly move behind you. You try to say something, only for it to come out as a muffled yell as the rebel yanked the back of your tighty whities out of your pants and up your ass. You figure she was just going to attach the back to your forehead, but felt her foot on your back, kicking your forward. You stumbled forward, Ryuko holding your tighty whities like a leash, stretching them away from you. Pain was all you felt trying to figure out what she was going to do, when you felt your tighty whities rise a bit as the rebel started to run up the light pole. As she reached the top and wrapped the back of your underwear over the pole, you felt your feet leave the ground as your toes scrape the pavement of the sidewalk.

“There,” Ryuko said, dusting her hands off, congratulating herself. “Now, you gonna take more pictures of my ass rather than any fight I’m in? Or do I need to get my own damn camera and keep a reminder of this incident for you?”