NON-CANON - eyes on me

--THE FOLLOWING IS NOT CANON...YET--

“…It’s alright…if you just use my name.”

“S…sempai?” Midori wasn’t sure she heard correctly. No, she was sure she hadn’t. Her sempai’s hand clutched hers tightly, nails digging in a little. She was…shaking…?

“…I told you…it’s alright if you just use my name,” she mumbled, a hint of a blush playing its way across her face. “…Don’t make me say it again, Midori.”

“S…sem…Chiaki-san…” A flicker of irritation crossed the shorter girl’s face, and she squeezed hard again.

“No ‘san’.” It snapped out like a distant peal of thunder. Why wasn’t her stupid bedwarmer getting it? Couldn’t she tell this was hard enough already? Midori recoiled as if she’d been struck, then her cheeks started to burn.

“Ch…Chiaki…” Her heart leapt. It soared. …Well, not really. No, it wanted to, but…but there must have been a catch. This was probably a dream, or, or-

“Say it again.”

“…Chiaki…Chiaki Chiaki Chiaki…!” ‘I’ll say it as much as you want, Chiaki! I’ll say it a million times, Chiaki!’ she screamed in her head. She wanted to say it, but…no more sound came out. No, this wasn’t…she was still probably…and now she was being creepy, too-

There was a sort of whumpf feeling as her sempai collided with her…most of her. Her head mashed into Midori’s generous chest, and slender arms squeezed tightly around her waist.

“E…ehhhh…?”

It was an eternity of a minute, with neither of them particularly able to move, to think. Chiaki couldn’t believe what she was doing, couldn’t even look up at her…at Midori. It felt…wonderful, like this. She smelled so good, and she was so soft, and…and she was always there. No matter what Chiaki had done, she was always there. Always cared for her. It was…a lot like Mami, but not…untouchable. No, even that wasn’t right…

She needed her. They needed each other. She couldn’t picture life without Midori anymore. She wasn’t ‘like’ anyone. She was just…Midori. Her Midori.

Chiaki was gently roused from her disjointed reverie by Midori’s hands settling behind her head, holding her there, fingers tangling gently in her hair.

“…I love you, Sempai…”

DAMMIT. WHAT DID SHE JUST SAY? Chiaki made a noise into Midori’s breasts and tilted her head back to stare holes in the green-haired girl.

“Awawa…! I-I’m sorry! It’s just, Sempai…Sempai is the person that I love…You’ll always be Sempai to me, because we spent so much p…precious time together…”

“…Well, it’s Chiaki now.” Did she seriously have no idea how…how much it took to say something so personal!? “…Because we’re...” she stumbled over her words, choosing to mumble the rest into Midori’s chest.

“…Yeah. I mean, yes, Chiaki! Chiaki Chiaki Chiaki…! I’ll burn it into my mind, Chiaki!” The smaller girl snorted and nuzzled in, squeezing tighter.

“… …S-sorry. I’m…I’m just being weird, aren’t I?” Midori flinched as Chiaki looked back up at her, that icy, dissatisfied look on her face.

“…Shut up, Midori.” With that, Chiaki’s hands drifted lower, digging into the second-most hope-and-dreams filled part of her secretary. Bedwarmer. Lover. The green-haired girl squeaked.

“Shutting up!”

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It had been a few days since their mutual not-quite-confession, and things had almost cooled down again between Midori and Chiaki. The two held hands, and held one another. It had started to move quicker than Midori could have hoped, once the wall broke down. They’d even…k…kissed…once or twice. She’d…for the first time, it felt like they were relaxed around each other.

The scent of cherry blossom shampoo, faded over a day, colored Midori’s morning as she awoke. Chiaki was cuddled in close to her, head buried in her neck. …Like she usually was, when they slept next to each other. She glanced over at the clock.

…The alarm would be going off any minute now.

…

With great effort, she reached over, strained her body and groped at it with her fingertips, dragging it in range just enough for it to…clatter to the floor. The Warmaster’s body tensed against hers and she fought to get away. …No, that wasn’t going to happen, Midori decided. Her grip was unrelenting as she squeezed Chiaki in, pressing her lips against her head.

“Shhh.”

“…What time is it…?”

“Um…It’s time to get up. For work. In just a few minutes. … …Fuck it.”

“Fuck it-huh?” The two spoke in unison, and Chiaki pulled away just enough to look up at her usually-meek assistant, now bearing a mile-wide grin and holding back a giggle. “…Are you-“

“-making fun of me?”

“… ...” She narrowed her eyes and rolled on top of the green-haired girl instead, pushing down on her shoulders to loosen her grip. Eyes filled with fire and hate met with Midori’s as she stared down at her, and the taller-girl flinched, curling up as though trying to make herself smaller. “Sorry.”

“Sor- …A…ahaha-“ Midori’s awkward laughter was cut off abruptly by her sempai’s lips against hers, and a weak attempt to push her away quickly devolved into clinging, tighter and tighter as Chiaki’s lips moved to her neck, then down toward her chest.

“S…sempai…”

Sempai…!

S-Sempai!

S…sehhhm…paiii….