Story:

Peach was among the last batch to change after the PE lesson—the crowd of girls having finally cleared, the changing room going quiet, steam and shampoo smell from the showers.

She pushed through the door, towel over her shoulder, still mentally composing the scolding she was going to deliver to the entire concept of PE class—and froze mid-step.

There, at the washing basin, leaning over the mirror adjusting her hair, was a familiar figure. Long dark blue hair, falling straight as a sword down her back.

A valor face—a face like a female general, sharp-boned and commanding, even with her back half-turned, even in this utterly ordinary place.

Utterly, impossibly ordinary a place.