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Nemuri checked her phone and sighed in frustration. She glanced back up, her eye twitching slightly. It was 11:50 and there was no way the line to they bathroom would take less than ten minutes. She was seriously regretting not going sooner. And sure, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal if she missed the New Year’s countdown but it would still be a let down if she couldn't do the countdown with Hizashi, Shota, and Tensei after she had finally convinced them to go to a club instead of just hanging out like they did the past few years. Plus, Nemuri was hoping that she would be able to find a cute girl that she could seduce into sharing a New Year’s kiss but that didn’t seem too likely to happen anymore.
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The next ten minutes passed by excruciatingly slow. Nemuri found herself switching between checking the time and checking the length of the line. When she reached the front of the line with two minutes to spare, Nemuri didn’t think that she had ever been so relieved to use a public restroom.
Nemuri was trying to push her way through the crowd of people, craning her neck to see if she could spot one of her friends, and with the countdown about to start she was quickly losing hope. Nemuri felt a hand grab her shoulder and whipped around, ready to punch whoever they were, until she noticed the familiar ridiculous blond hair and relaxed.
“Hizashi, you’ve gotta give me a waring next time-” Nemuri was cut off by Hizashi pushing her toward the direction he had come from. “Hey! Hizashi! I can walk just fine by myself! Where are you even taking me the countdown already started!” Hizashi gave her one last shove and all of a sudden Nemuri was face to face with a very attractive woman. Behind her she heard Hizashi yell “YOU’RE BOTH LESBIANS” before he disappeared.
“FIVE”
The woman in front of her was grinning widely, her eyes sparkling. Her hair was dyed a shade of green that Nemuri imagined that only she could pull off. “So, I’m guessing that you don’t have anyone to kiss at midnight either?”
“FOUR”
Nemuri smiled “Nah, I think that slot just got filled.” She cupped the woman’s face with one hand, the other going around her waist.
“THREE”
The woman’s grin widened “How funny, mine just got filled too.”
“TWO”
As Nemuri leaned into kiss her, she felt one of her hands tangle in the hair at the base of her neck and the other rest on her shoulder. Nemuri felt their lips connect as the crowd around them cheered.
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Nemuri left the club that night with a new contact in her phone and the promise of a date with Emi Fukukado.