"Ah, Tachibana. How are you feeling?"
The question, so sudden and seemingly out of nowhere, came from the edge of the water. Mere moments ago, within the water, a great mass of red hair had suddenly broken through the surface of the waves, signaled by the drawing of breath by the head such hair belonged to. It was a sharp, sudden breath, the simple act of breathing, and yet it implied such relief and joy in the same. The figure to whom the head and hair belong rose to her feet, dripping with sea water upon her... rather bare
skin. It was quite possible for drops of the clear, salty liquid to trail from her shoulder down to the woman's thighs without any interruption, as her swimsuit of choice was that of a sling bikini, the fabric hovering over her skin rather than on in from her waist up to her chest. As the redheaded woman tugged on the similar crimson fabric, it begged the question of just what
was holding it in place. And where exactly this woman was keeping the glasses she just pulled out to put upon her face.
"I've been meaning to check in on you since your transfer."
It was hard not to recognise Ms. Kisaragi now, though it was quite possible some would still fail, whether for lack of association with the school, or for the simple fact they weren't really looking at her face. Hopefully that would be no problem for Asami though - Ms. Kisaragi certainly made it easier by swaying across to them, bouncing
as she went.
"I realise it's not necessarily the easiest of contexts to adapt to, for... a variety of reasons. But I must say you're being pretty bold by coming to the beach; it's good if you're being confident."
She tried to be encouraging to her student, before her eyes turned to the person in front of them, raising a brow in curiosity.
She let out an airy breath. "So who might you be? I don't believe we've met..."
The woman giggled, jutting out her hip slightly.
"And yet, you seem familiar. Perhaps at the bar...?"