moonfire (ycsh)

[ moonfire ]

The time Yachiyo opened her eyes, Shiori is the one she saw, seemingly trying to wake her up. The pinkette smiled to greet the somewhat worried blonde, brushing her own sleepy eyes to focus. Shiori was scrunching her forehead earlier, Yachiyo noticed, but her smile is not long.

“—Ah, you’re awake.”

Yachiyo lifted her head right away. She then sat beside Shiori, smoothed out her clothes away from wrinkles.

“Sorry, did I overslept?”

“No, I think we still got five more minutes,” Shiori checked the clock that’s hanging on the wall. “Did you sleep well?”

‘Shiori’s lap is soft’, Yachiyo almost blurted it out loud.

True, she hesitated when Shiori offered a lap pillow for her to take her rest, she gave in either way. It’s not like Yachiyo is feeling bad if she’s about to reject Shiori’s kindness. And for Shiori to offer her hospitality more than making a cup of coffee, it wasn’t her intention either.

They might be together, the moment of hesitation can be thrown away from the picture, but as an older, perhaps someone who should look over to the younger girl’s well-being more than ever, Yachiyo should keep their interaction in the school to bare minimum.

They /are/ together, though no one has yet to know that they are. Yachiyo didn’t know whether she should push the reveal button or not. Things are better this way, it’s like a secret meant only for the two of them. Also, Yachiyo is worried about giving a bad reputation to Shiori if their relationship is discovered.

Some will think Edel is a ‘bad example’, or perhaps she is simply thinking too much.

“Taking nap sure is nice, isn’t it? No wonder Michiru-senpai loves to take her nap during lunchtime~”

Yachiyo stifled a yawn, stretching her arms away from sleeping cramps. The younger girl nodded to her remark, one with a large beaming smile. Shiori always looked happy after she knew that she could be any help to someone, and it shows.

It is one of oh-so-many cute parts of her that Yachiyo sometimes found herself torn to hug the smaller blonde or to tease her—to hide the bubbling feeling out of her chest.

“Thank you for the pillow, Shiori. It was great and you smell nice~”

“E—Eh? Is it?” Yachiyo didn’t expect that surprised return, though. She expected Shiori to be more bashful.

“Y-Yeah, you smells nice.” Yachiyo repeated. She needs to search for a way out before she is more flustered than she is now.

“Okay, so I’ll go back to my class-“

“Senpai.”

Shiori tugged on the hem of her blazer, the blazer that Yachiyo always tied on her waist, stopping Yachiyo from her attempt to stand up and walk away. Though, to mirror their position, Shiori stood up as well.

Yachiyo held her breath as the younger blonde closed in, almost closing her eyes in reflective motion. Shiori ran her fingers to her pink hair, only for the older girl to realize that the younger girl is tidying her hair, smoothing away the bedhead. There was no mirror there nearby where they stood, so Yachiyo might not aware of the state of her hair.

Wait. Why she have to hold her breath? Did Yachiyo expect for Shiori to-

“There, done. Sorry I didn’t say it sooner.” Shiori said.

“Thank you, Shiori.”

This turn, Yachiyo held on Shiori’s shoulders, keeping her in her place. Before she has a chance to ask why, Yachiyo stepped forward to give the forehead a slow kiss. Following the first movement, the pinkette then wrapped her arms around Shiori, holding her close in a loose embrace.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime, Senpai.”

As if afraid of missing the mutual warmth, their departure from the hug was reluctant. Yachiyo could see it from how Shiori paused, Yachiyo must have done the same as well.

“Then, I’ll … see you later during training hours.”

A mute nod. Rose-colored cheeks.

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[Why is there a worry for a second there, at the moment Yachiyo has awakened?]