Colin and Andi:

I have had lesbians crush on me before. Never had the need to convert one to being bisexual, though. Weird. They just like me from afar and get on with life. I just met a new one who crushed on me hard.

Her name is Andi Katina. Cute little Russian chick. Definitely a “lipstick lesbian” as the general society would describe her. They would be right with the style and the super girliness that comes with her. She has a huge crush on the boss. I mean really big. So big that she’s jealous of Noiz’s boyfriend. Yet, Andi already has a girlfriend herself. (I’ll get into her later.)

I met Andi at the start of my second month at the academy. That was a slow morning then too. I had gotten there early out of boredom. I decided to wander around and smoke for a bit. Nothing special, really. Besides, I wouldn’t really get in trouble because I wasn’t really doing anything at the time. There weren’t many people around either. So, who’s going to try and catch me here?

“Excuse me!” I heard someone yell at me. I paused in my tracks. Here comes a woman dressed up in Catholic schoolgirl uniform, walking up to me. Like most men in Japan, I have a thing for girls in school uniforms. Don’t ask me; just go along with the set up here. I looked this woman up and down.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“What are you doing here on campus?” she asked. That Russian accent of hers was already the hook needed to reel me in. Girls with accents always sound cute to most guys. She reminded me of Polly Stalin in fact. I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Uh… Are you by any chance related to the Stalins here?” he asked. The woman gave me an odd look.

“No,” she said. “What are you doing out here so early?” I shrugged at her.

“Bored,” I said. The woman narrowed her eyes at me.

“Bored?” she asked. I nodded.

“Yep,” I said. She took a step forward. I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Wait, what are you doing here?” I asked.

“I work here,” she said. I still didn’t get it.

“On a student work grant?” I asked.

“As a teacher!” she snapped. I blinked at her.

“Student-teacher?” I asked.

“No.”

“Intern?”

“No.”

My face dropped. “You mean you really are…”

“Yes!” she snapped. She puffed up her cheeks annoyed with me. “Stupid man!” I gave her a little sympathetic smile.

“I’m sorry about that, lass,” I said. “I got confused because you’re wearing a school uniform. I thought you were a student.” I reached out to shake her hand as a sign of good will.

“No hard feelings?” I asked. I was just about to her hand when she slapped it away with such speed.

“Ow,” I said in shock. Andi frowned at me.

“Don’t touch me, you man!” she hissed. I threw up my hands at her.

“Lass, what’s your problem?” I asked. She breathed to calm down.

“I don’t like men touching me,” she said. I gave her a confused look at first.

“Huh?” I asked. The Russian woman shuddered.

“Men,” she said. “I don’t hate them; they’re just icky!”

“Icky?” I asked.

“Just thinking about one touching me in anyway just makes my skin crawl,” she said. She shuddered and held her arms. Right then, I understood the picture before me.

“Wait, are you…?” I began to ask. The woman peered at me.

“What?” she asked.

“Are you gay, lass?” I asked without being subtle. She put her hands to her hips. I might have offended her; I don’t know. I’ll just have to see.

“Why in fact I am!” she announced. “Got a problem with that?” I shook my head at her.

“No, no,” I said. “I don’t care if a girl’s gay or not.” She glared at me.

“Is that right…” she began to say.

“Colin,” I said.

“Is that right, Colin?” she asked. I nodded at her.

“Yes…” I said, waiting for her name.

“Andi,” she said, begrudgingly.

“Yes, Andi,” I said. She folded her arms across her chest and looked away.

“Whatever,” she mumbled. I paused when I noticed her face.

“Wait, are you… blushing?” I asked. Her cheeks turned redder when I asked her that question.

“Shut up!” she snapped. I couldn’t help, but smirk at her.

“Oh, you are!” I said.

“Get off campus!” Andi yelled at me. I smiled and shook my head.

“Can’t,” I said.

“Why not?!?” she snapped.

“It’s about time to start class,” I pointed out. Andi’s face went from anger to confusion.

“Huh?” she asked. I pointed to the clock tower behind us. Andi turned and looked upwards.

“Oh…” she mumbled. I turned and walked to homeroom, smirking as I knew that she might have a crush on me now just like all of the other lesbians I have encountered. We’ll just move along and get on with life, like usual.