steps (aycs)

While the practice might be short, it always feel long for Chisato since it’s her own practice, all by herself. It has been one of her routine to practice alone to catch up since she missed most of the practice session by her multitude of jobs outside Pastel*Palettes.

Being a professional, she would find a way to catch up and shine on the stage—though, that being said, she would feel the wide space of training room was too much.

Maybe, she’s used to the voice of everyone’s laughter.

Maybe, she’s used to the repeated sequence of training since someone messed up.

Maybe, she longed for—

“Ah, Chisato-chan!” a familiar voice piped in. “Good work today!”

Chisato looked to the doorway to find Aya, clad in her training tees, entering the room. Towel draped around her neck and she was still practically sweating out. Chisato didn’t spot Aya at all in the agency, but guess she must be there after training.

The bassist put away her yellow bass in the nearby stand. Aya stretched her legs on the floor, also letting out a long, relieved sigh as she did – maybe she did go for a run somewhere.

“Are you tired?” Chisato approached where Aya seated, a bottle of her own water on her grip. “Do you want some drink?”

Aya looked up to see Chisato wearing concerned expression. She has yet to see her own face by the mirror but noticing that the bassist had her unusual look to her, Aya must’ve been seen as weary.

“Ah, it’s okay, Chisato-chan, I already drink some water earlier.”

“Is that so? Alright.”

The blonde bassist took the bottle away. Still standing, she examined Aya’s face again – in which Aya swallowed, feeling a little uncomfortable.

“Chisato … chan?”

“Hmm?”

“Your face is close.”

“I know.”

It was late before Aya realized that Chisato is, in fact, not simply “examining” her face. Aya caught Chisato sighing, her eyes rolled right and left before she dipped for a kiss at the top of the vocalist’s closed lips. One time touch, however, didn’t enough as Chisato stealed another one; this time, she was slightly nipping on the bottom lip.

“No one sees us,” Chisato broke the contact a bit for whispers. “So.”

Next one, the kiss was for both open lips.

Then, their tongues touched, lapping.

Later, Chisato couldn’t keep herself standing still, her legs staggering away and Aya was equally desperate to pull her lower and lower.

And, they /just/ don’t stop.